When people I meet learn;
- That at my mom’s urging, I was reading before I started school;
- My first job was as a clerk in the Children’s Department of the Lexington Public Library;
- I’ve collected books since I was fifteen;
- With Janie’s permission, a loan from a friend, a thoughtful and caring set of plans from another friend, and a year of formidable building skills from yet another friend, I built a library. I built a library…pht-t-t-t. I wrote checks, said “GO,” kept out of the way, and admired the work – that’s what I did;
They get the point that books are uber-important to me.
Often, I will then get the question; “What’s your favorite book?”
Often I will cheat on the answer; “Today, my favorite book is actually two books by John Steinbeck; CANNERY ROW and SWEET THURSDAY.” It’s not really cheating. The two books tell one story about Steinbeck’s friend, Doc Ricketts. The books have all the basic food groups; Monterey, homeless men living a mostly gleeful life in abandoned corrugated tubes, a whorehouse, a frog hunt, a seer who inspires sunsets instead of the other way around, a Chinese storekeeper who cheats at chess, beer milk shakes, octopi, and Suzy driving a stick shift.
It also has a classic Steinbeck line that, to me, goes far to explain the current toxicity of our political life.
“Men seem to be born with a debt they can never pay no matter how hard they try. It piles up ahead of them. Man owes something to man. If he ignores the debt it poisons him…”
I wonder if our current addiction to screens and our hunger and demand for complete access to all things at all times for no sacrifice of effort and treasure, is simply a path to distraction…and perhaps eventual destruction. We distract ourselves constantly to keep from acknowledging our debt to our species and other species for that matter. We substitute knowing things quickly for knowing things well…and then we do the same for the people we meet.
I’m gonna do better…
…and perhaps slower.
I’m certainly gonna vote…
…and I’m gonna vote in a way that pays at least a little of that debt I owe to all species.
Now, if tomorrow I’m asked about my favorite book, my answer might be THE STORY OF DR. DOLITTLE by Hugh Lofting.
I can’t explain it.
It’s the way I roll.