![]() ![]() I wrote about personal libraries and their legacies a few months ago, and I’m even more mindful of this now that my daughter has been born. ![]() ![]() (The previous arrangement could politely be described as half-assed, though I could always find anything.)įinally, the actual placement on the shelves, which is always delayed by the very pleasant act of browsing through beloved titles. Then I need to incorporate new additions to my library into the boxes packed more than a year ago, and figure out exactly how to order the whole thing. First, we need to douse the whole collection to protect against silverfish (also at Mrs. So now the arduous task of refilling the books begins. TEV’s insistence – was the have the shelves secured against earthquakes, and that finally happened last weekend, courtesy of a very friendly Craigslist handyman. We returned to the Palisades in July, to a place big enough to unpack a library (and raise a baby), and I’ve finally started the business of restoring my books to the shelves. ![]() And so my library remained in the garage in boxes for the year that we lived there. (It sold last week, after 15 months of sitting empty.) We needed to make a quick move and we settled on a small place in Brentwood that was charming but, in hindsight, far too small for us. A little more than a year ago, my wife and I were forced to decamp our digs in Pacific Palisades when our idiot landlady decided that she wanted to list our unit for sale smack in the middle of housing slump. ![]()
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