book lists and piles of books and collecting book sets just because they exist and rearranging our libraries just for fun, I realize that there is probably a pretty eager fan base out there for Shelf Esteem. And I love dissecting the photos so much that I couldn't keep myself from posting them now if I tried. So I guess I should quit worrying about boring you all--at least as it relates posting photos of bookshelves.
I had a little incident this week where I beat the crap out of my malfunctioning scanner/printer. It is a pity that electronics' manufacturers (and consumers) think that one needs to have extra features to justify higher prices. I would be happier paying more money for fewer features if it meant higher quality and reliability. But those aren't really words that fit into the disposable, just try and get it fixed, world of consumer electronics. Thankfully, I scanned all of my Shelf Esteem images a few weeks ago so I have plenty of images to share until I find a scanner/printer that won't cause me to go nutso.
Cozy Factor: High. I don't necessarily think that clutter equals cozy, but in this case it does. And even without a place to sit, I still find this one very inviting. I can imagine myself sitting on the rug combing the shelves.
The Books: Lots of art books, and midway down on the bottom shelf, those look like they might be auction catalogs. I love how the one book in the second bay is on display by sitting on top another book shoved in below. I am curious about the giant, red Graphic Dictionary of Mexico City sitting on the floor in its own handled carrying case. The stack at the very left in the photo has the autobiographies of both Bill and Hillary Clinton. Among the non-fiction on the shelves I spy Martha, Inc (a tell all about Martha Stewart) and The Female Eunuch by Germaine Greer. The fiction I can see includes Ragtime, White Noise, Queenie, and The Witches of Eastwick. And one called The White Hotel by DM Thomas. Wikipedia says this about it:
The book's first three movements consist of the erotic fantasies and case-history of one of the novelist's conception of Sigmund Freud's female patients, overlapping, expanding, and gradually turning into almost normal narrative. But then the story takes a different course with the convulsions of the century, and becomes a testament of the Holocaust, harrowing and chillingly authentic. Only at the end does the fantasy element return, pulling together the earlier themes into a kind of benediction.
The Shelves: Good, basic, white painted wood. They look sturdy and allow for different size books. I would probably want them up to the ceiling, but then that wouldn't allow for all the junque on top. (I would also choose different junque and framed pieces, but the overall feel is right.)
Is this person a reader? I think so, but when it comes to fiction s/he seems to have stopped buying hardcovers in the 1980s.
The book I would read if I had to pick one: I think I would choose The White Hotel. I am not interested in women's erotic tales, but it sounds kind of fascinating. Parts of it are also epistolary, which you know I like.