I have a large, well-organized personal library.
[Pause and drum roll.]
Many academics and intellectuals do so, of course, but I am a Collector – certainly in my department I have the largest and most strictly organized library, both in my office and at home, of books, CDs, DVDs, videotapes, LPS, and other media (although Bennett has some collectors' books that are out of my league – I've always gone for functional rather than collectible; like Vanessa when she was more fragile in her last years, I don't like resting heavy hardbacks on my stomach while lying in bed).
The gentle, cheerful Fred Hammond, organist and Frescobaldi specialist, had me as an (erratic and frankly semi-incompetent) research bibliographer when I was a student in the late 1980s at UCLA. I once heard him tell another professor, you know Paul's got a book collection nearly as big as mine – it's a bit worrying....
I've been proud of it, pleased with it, have found it useful, blah blah blah etc. (Yes, okay, I have basically identified with it, as a treasury/representation of my own self-image and life intentions – probably from about the age of thirteen until, oh, say, early this century. And in some ways, until... well, until now, or some time in the distant future. And I have stressed out various friends, moving companies, landlords and office managers with my massive moving/packing/shelving demands; ask my beloved friend the poet Trisha Harper, who saved me in San Francisco in the mid-90s by striding through the door and taking over the packing when I was disintegrating in frantic uncertainty.)
But over the years, when I am in worse health, or when I start to move things around, or when I consider finishing that damned will I've semi-drafted several times, I realize that at the very least it is time to get rid of certain things – the LPs, cassettes, and various minidiscs, most of the videotapes, both of the LDs (!) and the LD/DVD player (for something newer of course, that doesn't give off those annoying clicks).
Having bought a new television, I look at the complex system of nine large components that face me on their intimidatingly formal black metal six-by-four-foot rack, demanding to be reconnected through the now-ancient tuner (it's got tubes, I'm not kidding!). The system was fine a decade ago, but now – well, things move fast, life changes, the world and its technology changes, and frankly I haven't touched any of my antique media for years, it seems.
(And having written that, I realize it's oblique code that admits: and I have changed, far too much to drag all this around with me.)
But where should it all go?... all right, some things can simply be thrown away – but such care was lavished on these objects, and they are in such good condition (I say with a defensive pride I've had for many years). Libraries? For a few things, perhaps – no old media though (they won't want them), and my university's library doesn't have vast space available. Students, ideally? – special ones maybe, who would be interested; but those will be rare I think.
So I write notes and try to plan and see what can be got rid of first, what should just go to the trash –
Because life might be a bit lighter; and because some weightlessness would be good, I think.
I'm never going to be someone who could walk barefoot through the desert, or move to a small, quiet room with just a few things in it (though if the latter were forced on me without me having to make decisions myself, it might not be unpleasant).
But, at least, there needs to be – some lightening of the burden....