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A Bookish Plea for the New Year

January 1, 2013 at 9:41 am by Claudia

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Happy New Year.

I have a lot of wishes and dreams for the coming year. Little and big, bold and cautious. Most of them I will hold close to my heart as they are private. Some of them I have already written about here on this blog I love so.

2012 was a challenge. There were the usual ups and downs. There was illness, ongoing stress and worry, and the death of our beloved Riley. There were also good things. There always are.

For better or worse, I don’t make resolutions. I don’t write a ‘year in review’ post. I don’t pick a word for the year. Many of you do all or some of these things and I salute you. I simply try to move forward with a wish that never changes: to grow in mind and spirit.

That being said, I do have something on my mind. Something I pledge to write about more often. Something I vow to encourage in myself and my readers.

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Buy books. Support libraries. Support Independent Booksellers.

And by books, I mean real three-dimensional books. Not virtual.

Now I know many of you use e-readers and I certainly understand the ease of using them. I have one. It was a gift from my sister, sent to me when I was away from home for 6 months. It was meant to give me the convenience of more reading possibilities when I didn’t want to have to ship lots of books back home at the end of my stay. I was very grateful.

I really never use it anymore. The battery has run down. It sits, ironically, on my bookshelf upstairs in the bedroom. I’m not even sure where the charging cord is. Because, try as I might, I can’t get into a book on a computer. A virtual book.

I just can’t.

We are living in a world where technological advances seem to move at the speed of light. More and more we are bound to a computer screen. Soon, your old fashioned television will become a computer console – it already has. You will be encouraged to use it for everything. eCards flourish. The greeting card industry is suffering. People walk around, heads down, focused on their smartphone. Text messages seem to be the preferred method of communication nowadays. I could go on and on.

Do you want to live in a world where a book that you can hold in your hand is a dim memory? Where older people wax nostalgic about the days where “we read books that we could actually touch and see and where we could turn the pages and write in the margins and feel the texture of the paper and read the book jacket.” Where libraries have gradually disappeared due to lack of funding because who needs a library when you can get anything you want on the computer? Where independent book stores are no more?

I don’t.

Look at the book in the photo above – at the way the edges of the paper are cut in such a way as to create a wonderful texture. Someone decided that a book entitled My Bookstore should be beautifully designed. I love that. I love the way the words on the page look. I love the dust jacket. I love the design of the book minus the book jacket. I love those irregular page edges. I love that I can pick the book up and find my way to a new chapter, that I can turn the pages for real, that I can even write in the margins if I want to.

I have a lot of books. But, I can’t always afford to buy new books, so I use my local library. They need me. They need me to check out lots of books. And, in a nice sort of full circle experience, I also donate real books to my library. If I had unlimited space here, I would keep every book I buy. But sometimes I don’t need to keep a book. It may be that I know I won’t be re-reading it and want to pass it on to someone else who might appreciate it. It may be donated for the used book sales that are conducted by the library as fund-raisers. I use my local library. So should you. If you don’t, budgets will be cut, funds will dry up and someday your local library will be a thing of the past.

Buy real books. Please. And, if you can, buy them from an independent bookseller. They need our business. They are performing a valuable service and bravely fight to keep going in a world of online booksellers, big chain stores and a virtual eBooks. Help them.

One of my fondest memories of an independent book store was a store called Sessler’s on Walnut Street in Philadelphia. When I was in graduate school in the eighties, I frequently spent time there. It was packed to the gills with wonderful books and the man that was the manager and book buyer – Hayes Hibberd – was unbelievably knowledgeable. I can still hear his voice. He always had a suggestion for everyone. He put books aside for his customers that he thought they might like. He introduced us to new authors. He had a deep, resonant voice and I found myself listening in on his conversations with fellow customers because I knew I would gain some knowledge and be led to a new reading adventure. Sessler’s closed while I was still living in Philadelphia – in 1986. That many years ago. You can read about it here. I was heartbroken. I bought a big atlas for a song during the closing sale. I still mourn the demise of the book store. Think how much the book selling world has changed since 1986. eBooks were not in existence then. Think how many book shops have had to close in the intervening years. I vow to buy from local, independent book stores this year.

I’m tired of a world of big chain book stores that carry less and less actual books, that have their primary display of eReaders front and center as you walk in the store. I’m tired of a world where public libraries have to beg for support. I’m tired of seeing small, independent book shops struggle and go down for the count.

Buy actual books. Support libraries. Support Independent Booksellers. Or they will be a thing of the past.

Happy New Year,

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Filed Under: books, bookstores, Riley 89 Comments

Yarn, a Book & a New Year

December 31, 2012 at 8:09 am by Claudia

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Do you think I have enough yarn in this vintage laundry basket? Between the yarn I use for Obsession Scarves and the yarn for the afghan, I’m pretty well stocked. I’m so glad I found this vintage basket on Craigs List. It has turned out to be the absolutely perfect way to store what I call my ‘active’ yarn. I’ll be returning to work on the afghan tonight with my little girl snuggled on the sofa next to me. I’m going to pick her up in an hour or so. I miss her so much!

New Year’s Eve has never been a big deal to me so for those of you who are ready to express sympathy that Don and I aren’t together on this day, don’t worry. Neither of us make a big deal of it. It truly is just another day for me – one that I used to feel pressure to celebrate when I was younger. If you weren’t doing something for New Year’s Eve, you were considered a bore. Now, I am a girl who doesn’t like to be pressured to do anything. And if I feel that pressure, for better or worse, I will almost always turn in the opposite direction. I like to stay in, watch some old movies and go to bed early. By the time New Year’s Day comes around, I am ready for the holidays to be over.

And you will notice that I don’t do a “Top Ten Posts” or “Best of 2012” post. I would have no idea how to narrow my daily posts down that way and, besides, I don’t really care. I rarely look at my stats and how would I determine something like that? I’d rather do something like “The Top Ten Bizarre Things That Happened to Me in 2012” or “The Ten Things That Made Me Laugh Til I Cried in 2012.” Maybe next year. Or not.

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Do you remember me writing about this book? I included it on my Christmas Wish List.  I saw it the other day at B &N and treated myself to it. It’s absolutely delightful. It’s full of essays by many, many authors on their favorite bookstores. Each of the writers paints a wonderful portrait of what makes their particular favorite special and I find myself wanting to travel the country on a bookstore tour! I’ve written about the changing world of books and bookstores more than a few times on this blog and if you feel the way I do, you will love this book. It just might make you believe that there are still great independent bookstores out there.

Hey – I got two of the items on my wish list! My camera and this book. Pretty good.

I have to go get ready to pick up Scoutie.

Have a nice, safe New Year’s Eve.

Happy Monday.

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Filed Under: books, bookstores, Scout, yarn 71 Comments

Snow in the City

December 30, 2012 at 8:52 am by Claudia

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It started snowing in the afternoon here in Hartford and by the time I left rehearsal at 6:00, there were several inches on the ground. It was a bit windy and the falling snow was flying everywhere.

To me, it was magical.

It reminded me of my years living in Philadelphia and Boston – cities where one can get around by walking or by mass transit. I didn’t have or need a car in those days. So when a big snow storm came, I just slogged my way down the street on foot. I didn’t have to worry about driving in it. Life didn’t come to a standstill, it went on.

As I walked through the heavily falling snow, I saw it gleam and twinkle in the streetlights. This time, the snow was the beautiful light and fluffy version and I really loved it.

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The entrance to Bushnell Park with the trees wrapped in beautiful Christmas lights – so pretty. The falling snow in a city brought back memories of several of my grad school classmates and me walking through a blizzard trying to make our way to the subway in order to get to a rehearsal. We had to grab onto light poles because it was so windy and we laughed ourselves silly. Or leaving the building I worked in at Boston University in the evening, getting on the T, eventually alighting in Harvard Square where I continued my journey on foot for several blocks until I reached my warm and dry apartment. Snow is beautiful when it swirls and glimmers in the evening lights of a city.

There was a freedom that came with living in a city when winter weather hit. Stores stayed open. Daily life continued. And even though I might have been pelted with flying snow as I made my way around the city, the point is I could do it. Now that I live in the country and have to drive everywhere I am much more hesitant about driving in snow. I no longer have the seeming fearlessness that I had as a young adult, when I thought nothing of driving across the state in a blizzard to attend a friend’s wedding. What was I thinking?

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This morning it is very windy and the streets have been cleared. Don asked my neighbor to please clear a bit of our driveway so that I can drive up it – at least a part of it – and park the car when I get home tonight. More shoveling tomorrow. Oh, that’s right – when I lived in an apartment I didn’t have to shovel snow!

Sometimes I miss living in the city. This is one of them. I think I will always have that push-pull feeling. Drawn to the country vs. drawn to the city. I lived in both and each of them has a piece of my heart.

It’s been wonderful being in a rehearsal studio again. I love my work. I feel so at home in rehearsal spaces and theaters – I’m sure if I tallied up the amount of hours I have spent there, the result would be shocking. I know what I’m doing in those spaces. I know how to work there. I know who I am. I’ve been there as an actress and as a coach and teacher. The actors in this show are very talented and very nice. I’ll be back in a little over a week to spend a few more days as they work onstage in front of an audience.

Poor Scout. Boarding again.

And for a little comic relief, I saw this on my walk to rehearsal yesterday:

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A pigeon eating take out.

And why not?

Happy Sunday.

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Filed Under: Boston, Hartford, On The Road, snow 46 Comments

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