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I Murdered My Library (Kindle Single) Kindle Edition
Linda Grant is an award-winning novelist and non-fiction writer. Her novel WHEN I LIVED IN MODERN TIMES won the Orange Prize for Fiction in 2000 and THE CLOTHES ON THEIR BACKS was shortlisted for the Booker Prize in 2008 and won the South Bank Show Award. Her latest novel, UPSTAIRS AT THE PARTY, will be published in July 2014. She lives in London with fewer books than she used to.
- LanguageEnglish
- Publication dateMay 5, 2014
- File size1280 KB
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- ASIN : B00K6JO15A
- Publisher : Amazon Digital Services, Inc. (May 5, 2014)
- Publication date : May 5, 2014
- Language : English
- File size : 1280 KB
- Simultaneous device usage : Unlimited
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
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- Word Wise : Enabled
- Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
- Print length : 28 pages
- Best Sellers Rank: #1,295,236 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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About the author
Linda Grant was born in Liverpool on 15 February 1951, the child of Russian and Polish Jewish immigrants. She was educated at the Belvedere School (GDST), read English at the University of York, completed an M.A. in English at MacMaster University, Hamilton, Ontario and did further post-graduate studies at Simon Fraser University, Vancouver, Canada, where she lived from 1977 to 1984. She now lives in London and is a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. website lindagrant.co.uk
Fiction
The Cast Iron Shore, Granta Books (London) 1995
When I Lived in Modern Times, Granta Books (London) 2000
Still Here, Little Brown May (London) 2002
The Clothes on Their Backs, Virago Press (London) 2008
We Had It So Good, Virago Press (London) 2011
Upstairs at the Party, Virago Press (London) 2014
The Dark Circle, Virago Press (London) 2016
A Stranger City , Virago Press (London) 2019
Non-Fiction
Sexing the Millennium: A Political History of the Sexual Revolution. HarperCollins (London) 1993
Remind Me Who I Am, Again Granta Books (London) 1998
The People on the Street, a writer's view of Israel, Virago Press (London) 2006
The Thoughtful Dresser, Virago Press (London) 2009
Awards
The Dark Circle
Shortlisted for the Bailey's Prize for Fiction
Jewish Quarterly Prize
Longlisted Walter Scott prize for historical fiction
The Clothes On Their Backs
Shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize 2008
Winner South Bank Show Award
The People on the Street:A Writer's View of Israel
Lettre Ulysses Prize for Literary Reportage
Still Here
Longlisted for the Man Booker Prize 2002
When I Lived in Modern Times
Winner, Orange Prize for Fiction 2000
Shorlisted: Jewish Quarterly Prize, Encore Prize
Remind Me Who I Am, Again
Mind Book of the Year 1999
Age Concern Book of the Year 1999
The Cast Iron Shore
David Higham First Novel Prize
Shortlisted Guardian Fiction Prize
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The story was too short, I enjoyed her writing, humor, and wit. I wanted more to learn about her. I concur with Grants argument about coming to accept an Ereader. It did feel a bit like betrayal but you can carry a lot of books in a Kindle.
Many book lovers will emphatically agree with Grant. I will reread this story again.
This is a short piece to be pondered by all aging book lovers. There is not enough time to read everything. How do you decide which to keep, and which to release? What is a library? What has value, and who decides?
Me, I'll just be hiding in my library, even if I am reading a digital book. But, read this whimsical piece to help you ponder these questions and decide what to do with your library!
Before one of my reading friends and I purchased kindles, we exchanged paper backs as we had some reading genres in common. Now we recommend books to each other.
It is sad that so many younger people do not have an interest in reading. They are missing out on great adventures.
Even with the convenience of a Kindle, I still use the public library and buy the occasional book.
I understand how the author felt when she had to downsize her library.
I recommend this to bibliophiles who have felt ambivalent about their print books in an age of digital books. It is worth the read, if only to know that your feelings about your library are valid--whatever they may be.
getting rid of bookshelves, having more space, and using modern technology, such as, the Kindle.
I'm inspired to have a look at some of my old paperbacks and perhaps (?) disposing of them.
Miss Grant tells a convincing story about reducing the size if her library only to find that she has killed off to many books. What a dilemma ! Thank you for your I sight. I was ready to do the same until I reached the end of your essay. Here's to more books: Kindle or hardback.
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Humorous, comforting and thought-provoking, I Murdered My Library is author, Linda Grant’s homage to a lifetime spent between the covers of a book. Available as a Kindle single this is a comprehensive and lively little essay covering the problem Grant faced in 1994 after nineteen years of living in a spacious flat, with attics, eaves, landings and stairs, housing her vast collection of books. From evidence of past passions to multiple copies of her own books sent from her publishers, what started in selectively pruning back her collection ended in “rage and ruthlessness” as she prepared for her departure.
As a shy, awkward child of immigrant parents living in suburban Liverpool, Linda Grant tells of her pleasure of discovering life in books with a passion from age six or seven onwards. From finding a world of friends to learning social skills and having reference books to hand, she remarks how books have become the “detritus of the digital revolution”. As estate agents wince and tell her that potential buyers cannot see past her books (‘clutter’), she laments the loss of independent, or simply any, bookshops in her own North London neighbourhood.
Not only are there wonderful anecdotes of peering through the windows of potential neighbours to seek out likeminded people, there is also a good dose of realism from weakening eyesight to the practicalities of an e-reader. As she widens the criteria of her to be culled books by disposing of her own to reading groups and carloads to Oxfam, Grant also makes clear the truth behind the misnomer that we are “building a library to bequeath to the next generation”. From feeling smug at always having something to read at hand with an e-reader, she also makes mention of being stranded with the dreaded flat battery! Us readers really cannot win!
I empathised completely and was immensely comforted to know that I am not alone. An absolute joy to read.
The author moves out of her huge book-filled flat into a much smaller place and there is no way she can or even wants to take them all.
There is something about throwing away books, even books one doesn’t like, hasn’t read and has no intention of ever reading , that is almost sacrilegious. Our libraries are something intimate, an expression of our personal history, the development of our tastes, our interests, our intellectual and spiritual progress (or lack of it). Throwing out furniture, knick-knacks, even old letters or photographs is one thing, books are quite another, so donating them is always the first choice, though the author finds that that is getting more and more difficult, so she has to become ruthless in weeding out her collection.
I’ve murdered my library many times prior to many moves and find that actually it is very liberating to just keep the books you can’t live without. I bought an e-reader but still prefer the physical presence of a book so my compromise is to read e-books and to buy the paperback version of those that really speak to me and that I know I will read again. This way the library grows much more slowly, is easier to move and it is satisfying to look around and to know you are in your favourite company.
Unashamedly I do have an emotional attachment to my collection-cum-library, probably more as a collective entity, as opposed to any individual love for a random book that might be plucked in isolation from a shelf.
I didn’t have the all same issues as the author insofar as all my books have been acquired in adulthood after leaving my parental home, but I have bonded with my books in the past 30 years plus.
For many years, I was of the read them and keep them mind-set but practicalities did overcome the wrench of initially being able to let go of, not just books, but friends. I felt a sense of loss when releasing that first batch of books by Ellroy, Parker, Burke, Pelecanos, Bruen, Guthrie, Smith and Gischler, to mention a few.
Subsequently I have found it much easier to part with books I have just read, mainly because I have survived the trauma of that initial mass bereavement. I suppose losing them one at a time, is similar to shedding flakes of skin daily – it’s unnoticeable and not a threat to my overall well-being.
Other random personal reading peculiarities I have are……..
I don’t like getting rid of books I have bought but not read, even though some of my books have me scratching my head and thinking what did I ever see in that? My taste has evolved obviously over the past 25 years.
I have issues with never not finishing books, irrespective of how much I have disliked something. Maybe I’m an eternal optimist and think something will drastically improve, or maybe I think I’m too stooopid to comprehend the author’s intent and just maybe if I continue, the sackcloth will fall from my eyes – perhaps on the very next page and enlightenment will vanquish the darkness and the penny will drop. And I’ll be a much richer person, basking in my new found knowledge, where previously there was only ignorance.
Part of never not finishing, could be Catholic guilt at “waste”, but also a big chunk of it is sheer cussedness. If I don’t finish it, the author has beaten me and is somehow laughing at me. Well that ain’t happening, Mr Writer – go ahead and do your very worst, you ain’t beating me! See me sucker – still reading your puerile crap – who’s laughing now? (Err, probably, still him but that’s part of my genetic make-up I suppose.)
Back to the author’s offering then, which is hard to review without actually transferring her thoughts and scenarios to my own outlook. Maybe that’s the point.
She had a favourite bookshop in childhood. My two were in adulthood - the independent seller, Goodwins in Leighton Buzzard and a couple of times a year, a trip to Murder One on the Charing Cross Road in London – source of some amazing US imported crime fiction pre-internet and Amazon days. Both of these are long gone, though I’m not quite sure if Murder One limps on in another guise at another location. She rues the absence of a decent bookshop in her locale, so do I; though in some immeasurable way I have surely contributed to their demise in pursuit of more books for my money. Why buy a new book for a tenner, when I can buy 3 second hand books for the same money?
She double stacked her books on shelves when space was tight. I did the same, then triple stacked if the width of the shelf allowed it. I also had to abandon author shelf chronology in an attempt to squeeze more books on the shelves, by reordering by size. I even removed my clothes from my pine wardrobe and filled it with books instead – 4 rows across and 4 rows deep! I kept the clothes elsewhere, but the underlying theme was I’d rather have a book than a shirt!
That last point still resonates, but when the book has been digested I can move it on now without remorse.
Overall – a 4 from 5.
I don’t think she had to murder her library and condemn herself to looking at empty shelves, there had to be a compromise solution – so I’m down-grading her score! In the past few years, my collection has moved to the attic, as my daughter took over my study; that was almost as hard as losing 600-odd books in one go, but the library is still intact albeit not as instantly accessible.
Acquired recently on Amazon UK for Kindle.