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In celebration of World Book Day, I am remembering last summer when I realized, among other things, that my daughter loves to read . . .
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Memories of a Mobile Library
John Scalzi‘s homage to the libraries of his life prompted me to remember my first encounter with a library. Not a bricks and mortar library, the mobile library of my childhood was essentially a bus full of magic that visited a housing estate on Antrim’s Dublin Road every week. Although far from America, on this day that we celebrate the birh of Dr. Seuss, I suspect it was exactly what Thomas Jefferson had in mind: I have often thought that nothing would do more extensive good at small expense than the establishment of a small circulating library in every county, to consist of a few well-chosen books, to be lent to…
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a life-long love affair with books
When I was a child, the library came to me. Every couple of weeks, the mobile library van parked around the corner, its desultory young driver oblivious to my excitement as I climbed the steps up into the back of his van, a cramped space lined with shelves of books. For me, it was Aladdin’s cave. It was the place where I fell in love with books. Everyone should have such a place. Thank you John Scalzi, for thanking the libraries . . .
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For Your Overdue Consideration: Women & the Oscars
The time has come, . . . said Barbra Streisand, as she opened the envelope and announced Kathryn Bigelow’s name. Finally, after 81 years, the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences had bestowed upon a woman, the award for Best Director. A long time coming and surely bittersweet for Streisand to breathe those words, having been passed over for Yentl in 1983 and again in 1991 for The Prince of Tides. Of making movies, she once told Parade magazine that: Being a woman in music was fine, but when I wanted to direct, I was poking my head into a man’s world. ‘What do you mean you’re going to direct? Women are the actresses, they’re frivolous, not…
