It’s been so busy that I didn’t realize it was Banned Books Week until yesterday, when there was but one day left (today).I usually make a point of reading a banned book during this week, but I suppose I read so many of them normally that the observance might lose its edge.But that’s just an excuse—in this world of uber-corrupt governments, preventing censorship is a sacrament.We’ve seen just this week how dictators try to silence those who expose them.Banned books, whether we like what they say or not, should be available for reading.This is an amazingly bipartisan holiday.Some places have banned the Bible, to which true believers in the principles of Banned Books Week would respond “Even books we might disagree with should be made available.”Censorship seeks to cut off discussion.
Although I won’t finish in time, after work yesterday I quickly grabbed my unread copy of Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass to begin to make up for my oversight.Leaves of Grass has been called America’s homegrown Bible and it has an almost religious following, as it has for decades now.Poetry has a way of moving people that frightens autocrats.It taps into something that skirts around our conscious mind at times, opening up possibilities that censors would rather keep closed.Over the past couple of years books of poetry have again begun to appear on the New York Times Bestseller list.People read to be moved.
One element banned books tend to have in common is that they’re honest, even when they’re fiction.Honesty is a source of great anxiety for many.We don’t like to let our true selves be seen because, truth be told, we feel vulnerable.Banned books take us into uncomfortable places.And sublime places.Not all books are great literature, of course.Even I have been known to part with a book after reading it because it simply didn’t speak to me in the way I like to be spoken to.Still, I’m loath to give such a book a negative review.It didn’t speak to me, but it spoke to the author and the publisher, obviously.It is a voice that deserves to be heard.That’s what Banned Books Week is all about—defending the right of human expression.I may not finish my banned book by the end of today since weekends tend to be busier than many work days.Still, I’m looking forward to my encounter with America’s other Bible.
I have to admit I feel overwhelmed by the task.You see, I spent twelve years living in a town that went from one small used bookstore to none.Within a half-hour’s drive I could be at two bookstores—indies, of course, since B&N doesn’t always count.One of the shops was the Princeton University bookstore, so that was almost unfair.Now I live in a region with many bookstores.I wasn’t truly aware of this when deciding on where to settle; the decision was made on practical matters such as being able to get to work, and affordability.It turns out that central eastern Pennsylvania is unexpectedly bookish.I’m not complaining, you understand.I haven’t had much time to explore, and that’s why I’m overwhelmed. That, and Banned Books Week.
I’ve been to the oldest continuously operated bookstore in the world, The Moravian Book Shop, in Bethlehem.Twice already.But there are many more within an easy drive from here.“Lead us not into temptation,” the prayer goes, but if we’re honest we’ll admit we love the challenge.Home owning is expensive.There’s always something that needs to be done—the sort of thing you used to let the landlord handle—they are lords, after all.And time for reading is scarce.Add to this that there are bookstores I haven’t even entered yet, not far away, and a kind of anxiety grows.You have to realize that even in Manhattan reaching a bookstore on lunch hour was difficult.They are few and far between.It’s overwhelming being in a region where indie bookstores have held on.
My wife recently showed me an ad for an indie bookstore over the border in New Jersey.They were looking for new owners.We’ve often discussed how perhaps a retirement job for us might be just such a thing.Of course, business sense isn’t my strong suit—just learning how to own a house seems pretty hard.The idea of making a living surrounded by books, however, is appealing.(You might think an editor reads all day, and while that sometimes happens the reading is generally embryonic books.Besides, there’s something serendipitous about discovering fully fledged books that you didn’t know were coming.)To buy a business requires capital, and we’re more the minuscule type, when it comes to finance.As we settle into our house we decide which books go where, and it is remarkably satisfying.After I’m done being overwhelmed by all there is to do in the house, I’m looking forward to being overwhelmed by exploring the bookstores of central eastern Pennsylvania.