"The tide has turned against the collector of recordings, not to mention the collector of books: what was once known as building a library is now considered hoarding. One is expected to banish all clutter and consume culture in a gleaming, empty room."
I am reminded of the rooms in the movie 2001. All was sleek and clean. I wondered about it then, though I understood weight limits in space, but many homes, and mine in particular, are anchored by walls of books. I feel guilty sometimes about so many books but not that many can be downloaded to a Kindle or borrowed, and I am comfortable with being surrounded by what were trees, now inscribed with words that speak. I like their touch.
When I cultivate a pause, I look around and my hands and eyes go to just the right book for the moment. I find books visually enchanting and internally fulfiling, but lately I have been struck by this word "hoarder" that is bandied about. As I understand it, it means objects that are packed away, tucked, hidden. Well, except for those books that are on the shelves two-deep, I believe most of my books are in full view, so I will consider myself a builder of libraries, which sounds glorious, and not let the word hoarding toss a pall.