Tayzwi

Should be reading more and writing less, but well...

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

 

Bookie

No significant update. Just removing dead links.

-Aside-
Ages ago, the Intellectual Whores website (now a 404) had given me some solace; but not much hope though. The masterfully written Ladder Theory explains why things are so screwed up; but, yeah, but, so we (whores?) don't lose hope, there are the ever so entertaining whore avoidance tips. Now, after all these years, I finally manage to read Woody Allen's short story, The Whore of Mensa.
-End of Aside-

It made me reminisce my own guilty trips to establishments of that sort. I remember how the Penguin Classics shelves at New India Book Depot in Connaught Place had seduced me. I had no hope. But that was just once though. Not the case with Fact and Fiction Booksellers in PVR Priya though. I got lured there many times; oh so many times. I went there for the smell. But no, it's not easy; I absolutely cannot stand dust. But these people have somehow managed to make the smell pleasurable - the right mix of old dust, new page texture, looming shelves, cozy corners of wood, and maybe they subtly spray bibiliodisiac all over the place. I wonder what will be my stopword this time? How about 'stop'? But before all that, I helplessly writhe and reach out for Simone. I know I have not been able to do her the last time, but hopefully this time...hopefully.

Then, there are the concubines at home. I have left them spread haphazardly on my bed, under it, on the cold steel shelf, on the hard floor, everywhere. And all these are the more prized ones: I could call each one my own Khartoum. I go back to them everyday, I caress their initial pages now and then, but only a few I have managed to take in fully. Well, some day - some day, there will be that grand marathon session. Or some day - some day, there will be that long session where I will reaffirm my intellectual youth by using them with all the rigour that they deserve. Or some day - some day, I will just take them all one by one, till I collapse.

I love them though.

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Bhale veera Bhale... Vyatsayana reborn...
 
I like the smell of old books...A LOT !!! I connect that smell to one wise 95 year old man I know and I respect a lot.....The smelly old books have their charm...and they are like wine.....getting better with more memories with age !!!
 
Nice. The word 'bibliodisiac' will linger. BTW, I don't think the day of the grand marathon will come. Read, dammit, read, while you still have the chance.
 
Fewer links appreciated!
 
Have to admit I miss having good books lying around, to be borrowed whenever the mood struck. I hate collecting books, but love being around a collector :)
 
Well Put Bro....the dust on books has its own charm as does the smell of the pages..new and old. The feel of the book in the hand, the texture....and of course the book itself. I cannot resisit the lure of books myself and keep filling our home with books. Ah...
 
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