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It is one of the worst things I have ever done. But not as much as I have come to hate the books. Hate books! Only a philistine, a religious zealot, a Nazi would hate books. It is not the words I hate, not literature, but their physical manifestation as old, musty, dusty, yellowing, cracked objects, heavy to lug around. No one told me. No one said: "In the future you will squint and screw up your face and try to decipher these words you once read so easily.
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When the estate agent came to look at my flat he winced when he saw all those books. What did he see? Estate agents do not think that books furnish a room; books make rooms look messy. In order to market my flat, the books had to be pruned back. At the very least, they would not be permitted to exceed the number of shelves available to house them. So the murder began.
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Ah, Mathieu! I sneezed. The shelves were filthy. By we I don't mean the French Academy. Does anyone still read him? I went down the steps to the internet and looked him up. He won the Nobel prize for literature; he died in the year of my birth. Strait Is the Gate was one of the Penguins I bought in my early teens.
After a couple of hours the process of deciding literary merit speeds up considerably. When I was young, boys invited in for sex would examine your bookshelves.
My books had to make up for my LPs. I didn't know Tom Stoppard wrote a novel. I no longer need to impress male visitors with the depth of my reading. So what is the nature of this library; what function does it serve other than being a filing system for books? What, to use the phrase beloved of cultural criticism, does it say about me and to whom is it addressing this message? When builders or grocery delivery men come in, they often say: "Blimey, have you read all these books?
My curiosity is limited now to how they store and display them.
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The former literary editor of a national newspaper told me the other day that most of his books are in paid-for storage and have been for years. The bottom had dropped right out of the market, she reported, even first editions. If there is a need it is not a functional one, it is something else. For one thing, I would be ashamed of being a writer whose house had no books. I go back to Paris in the 30s, to Jean Rhys, the novelist of unmediated longing and yearning and rage and sexual desire, and the need for nice clothes, and the fear of what happens to women when they are old and lose their looks and become the woman alone upstairs, drinking alone, smoking alone, dying alone.
Sentence after apparently unremarkable sentence passes until suddenly I feel myself hit in the solar plexus by the accumulated tension. Through this study window, in a gap between two sinister mansion blocks opposite — the repository, I hope, of several novels' worth of speculative daydreaming — the sharp pyramid of the Shard is framed, and at the back the kitchen overlooks a row of gardens.
Like James Stewart, in Rear Window , his leg raised in a cast, here I sit, hopeful that the mansion blocks will sooner or later yield a murder.
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So far, all I've seen are people washing up and people staring at the screen of a computer. I didn't think about my books, my soon-to-be dead children, my murdered soulmates, for which there would not be enough room. The shame. My library is denuded. It doesn't seem like a library. It feels … like the house of a person who reads, but not the house of a person for whom books have been everything. I'm not going to reread these books before I die. I am just bequeathing my nephew and his wife the heavy task of removing them at a later date.
They will not call in the antiquarian book dealer … It is death we're talking about. Death is the subject.