‘Ex Libris’ By Anne Fadiman Beautifully Defines The Difference Between Readers Who “Abuse” Their Books & Those Who Don’t. ByKerri. hen Anne Fadiman was growing up, she writes in her endearing collection of essays, “Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader,” her family. Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader. Anne Fadiman, Author Farrar Straus Giroux $18 (p) ISBN
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After all, it’s a woman who loves books writing about her love of books, and, hey, I love books too. Fadiman attempts to create her own kind of whole.
This essay also justifies my marginalia in green ink. The final straw was this phrase the author uses libria discussing her father’s library, which apparently, spanned the globe and three millennia, although it was particularly strong in English poetry and fiction of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries.
How do you organize your library? He is worse educated, and nature has not gifted him so generously. George eventually caved in, but more for the sake of marital harmony than because of a true conversion. Fadiman writes very well, too —- never ligris word wrong, never a cacophonous beat.
A charming collection of about 18 essays on the art fadimman reading and loving good books. Confessions of a Common Readera collection of first-person essays on books and reading, was published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux in Trivia About Ex Libris: We were supposed to go bookstore-browsing today.
In my head, of course.
I’d like to see that reflected on our shelves. He reads for his own pleasure rather than to impart knowledge or correct the opinions of others. Perchance I would have given it librjs stars had I read it from the cozy comfort of the couch in my den!
Even the subtext and allusions and metaphors are all naught but new takes on old tricks, and the most elusive hidden messages are often buried no deeper than a careful reexamination of text laid bare with a willingness most people eschew in the name of self-preservation and tactf If you’ll excuse what I know has to sound like a weak attempt at an obvious pun, I find that books are easier to read than people.
I don’t, but I know for a fact that others in my family do! Every essay reached the pinnacle of polite ‘Ah yes, I know what you mean’ and ultimately shied away from the ecstatic ‘Oh my god you understand me.
I have recently just started exploring Charles Dickens and knew that he did public readings of his works, but did not realize that these were theatrical readings as Ms.
I always love reading about the passionately held attitudes of bibliophiles towards their books. Monday night I left a funeral home in Salem, a small town north of here where I lived on two occasions; once as a child fresh from Detroit and once with my grandmother for a year during my early twenties. This is one of my favorite books. Fadiman has stoked my well-developed sense of insecurity she has, after all, learned how to properly say hoi polloi at age ten, for crying out loud.
View all 15 comments. Jul 01, Cheryl rated it it was amazing Shelves: Recognizable, yes, but as a reference, ahne greeting card, a moment of equal experience in terms of the letter dadiman as the spirit, well. To ask other readers questions about Ex Librisplease sign up.
I have always preferred Keats to Wordsworth, but I was never able to put my finger on why until I read that Wordsworth, according to a visitor, “will live for a month on cold beef, and the next on cold There are two groups of people in this world.
This was a very entertaining read and a must-have for the crazily obsessed bookworm. In a secondhand bookstore, each volume is one-of-a-kind, neither replaceable from a publisher’s warehouse nor visually identical to its original siblings, which have accreted individuality with every ownership.
Virginia and I would be the centre of attention.
EX LIBRIS by Anne Fadiman | Kirkus Reviews
View all 4 comments. The book bug stayed in the family. Not a sonnet liibris us. There is even a foray into pure literary gluttony—Charles Lamb liked buttered muffin crumbs between the leaves, and Fadiman knows of more than one reader who literally consumes page corners.
Now I feel a tad better. As someone who played at blocks with her father’s volume set of Trollope “My Ancestral Castles” and who only really considered herself married when she and her husband had merged collections “Marrying Libraries”she is exquisitely well equipped to expand upon the art of inscriptions, the perverse pleasures of compulsive proof-reading, the allure of long words, and the satisfactions ffadiman reading out loud. View all 55 comments. It describes the ethereal beauty of reading a book at the place where it is set.