It has always been considered easy to find a book addict known to be in a certain area. You might find him in the pub of course, but sooner rather than later you will find him in the nearest bookshop. You won’t need much patience. But book collecting can often lead to strange situations. A few years back when we were living in Armidale, N.S.W., John Fletcher asked me to keep an eye open for slim self published volumes of poetry, nominating any such booklets issued in the area within a certain time frame.
Daily Archives: September 11, 2012
I've run across an absorbing, only half-kidding post in the genre of how book collecting can take over one's life in increments, via a serendipitous Tweet from Jonathan Kearns at BiblioDeviant .
"Collecting Golf Books" is worth reading by anyone who has ever reflected on how gentle was the lure that pulled them into the depths of obsession. The post departs from the blog's usual focus on golf books to dwell on "the nature of books, collecting and the civility of a good library." The writer continues: