Here at home, I am just about done dusting the books both upstairs and down. I’d do a shelf and get caught up in a volume. Another shelf and another book would catch my eye. The whole project would have gone vastly faster is I didn’t enjoy my books so much.
I rediscovered Carolyn G. Heilbrun’s “The Last Gift of Time, Life Beyond Sixty” just as I was moving May Sarton’s books. She gives us a chapter about Sarton, and I was delighted to discover her thoughts on this writer much like mine. Sarton was angry. Heilbrun thinks it because she wasn’t considered a very important writer. She wanted more adulation than she got. I think she was angry because she wasn’t a man. In the end, all that anger – volume after volume, drove me away from her words.
The Vorkosigan Saga offered me a string of very damaged paperbacks. They really need to be replaced asap. Some of the Moon space operas are mold and dust damaged too. I can’t find all the Hornblower’s, but I did find both of Marion B’s published volumes. Living at the beach is very hard on fabrics and paper, and I collect fabrics and paper.
Later this week, I shall delve into the art storage bins in the garage. Did I mention dust. Yes, I am laughing.