Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #34472 in Books
• Published on: 2000-03-02
• Original language: English
• Binding: Paperback
• 144 pages

Customer Reviews

Ex-Cellent!
Anne Fadiman has inherited her father's literary genes and dedicates this wonderful labour of love (of books), written with humour and yet successfully conveying the travails of being one, who loves books more than herself.. Until she gets married and is forced to reckon with the book collection of the man, George Howe Colt, whom she now loves - this becomes the first and hilarious essay about an episode called 'Marrying Libraries'.

There are funny and touching essays, with my favourites - and mind you that IS difficult to choose - being 'You are there' and 'Insert a carrot/ caret'.. If, in phone calls with friends, describing their holidays, you have ever found yourself thumbing your books to read to them one paragraph that talks about the same place OR if you have ever found yourself itching to proof-read Amazon reviews (er, the one beneath this one for instance, which mis-spells many a word), these two will find your love too! I also liked 'the Joy of Sesquipedalians' about over-the-top vocabulary.. I was reminded of how my father taught me, in my childhood, 'tough' words by relating them to other words or things, by making them come alive beyond their existence on paper..

I identify with Anne and her lifelong love affair with books (as well as 'the His'er problem)! Spending more money monthly on books than I do annually on clothes or shoes; Being blind to what a store looks like so long as it is called 'bookstore', esp those quaint stores, that are dying faster than you can say, er, 'bookstore', incl one called the Silver Moon, a feminist bookstore on Charing Cross in London which I think has now closed down too..; Buying books instead of flowers or pots in garden centre second-hand digs; Being 'advised' by movers that the next time we move, I should consider leaving my books behind (and I ask why? so that we can move all our stuff in a car??); Disliking having some friends over because they finger my books.. all these ought to be signs of something sinister about books. Is there?

In similar vein, I would recommend 'The Child that books built' by Francis Spufford and 'Reading in Bed' edited by Steven Gilbar, but with the caveat that it is only Anne Fadiman's work that is a class apart and touches your soul as well as your mind.. Highly recommended (10 out of 5 if I could..)

A lovely book for book lovers
This short volume is ideal reading for any bibliophile. It contains eighteen essays, each six to eight pages in length – perfect for filling an otherwise idle ten minutes or so. Each one is unfailingly well written, funny and learned, and Fadiman is a lucid and likeable writer.

The essays are about the buying, collecting, organizing and reading of books – particularly engaging examples concern Fadiman and her husband finally deciding to combine their separate libraries; the various ways of marking a page (do you mark it with an object – and if so, what type of object? – or do you simply leave the book face down at the page?); the ‘Odd Shelf’ in one’s personal library (Fadiman describes the ‘Odd Shelf’ as ‘a small, mysterious corpus of volumes whose subject matter is completely unrelated to the rest of the library, yet which, upon closer inspection, reveals a good deal about its owner’); and the revealing nature of book inscriptions.

An especially attractive feature of the essays is how they reveal Fadiman’s bibliophilia not as a replacement for other emotional attachments (not an unknown characteristic of bibliophiles), but as highlighting the strength of her relationships with her husband, children, parents and friends. Ex Libris is an intensely human book about a relationship with objects.

Very enjoyable.

Short and sweet ... too short!
This is far too short for such a delicious book. Now that I've finished reading it, I feel like an elephant who's been fed a small bowl of strawberries. Here are eighteen essays about loving books and the ostensibly eccentric behaviour of the book-besotted book-lover. I imagine anyone who would read this sort of book would probably identify with a fair number of the thoughts, feelings and activities Anne Fadiman confesses to in these essays. I confess to sharing some and aspiring to others. Also, I confess to envying the writer her wonderful, understanding, affectionate, bookish family. It took me about three weeks to read this small book, because I decided to ration myself to one essay per day, before going to work. It put me in a cheerful and contented state of mind and set me up for the day. Now I'm going to have to start it again.

I recommend this delightful and beautifully written book to anyone who loves books. You might like to have a good dictionary beside you when reading it. My vocabulary wasn't up to the job but my dictionary was on hand and now my vocabulary is a little bulkier than it was when I started.