What summer is for.

Do you know how hard it is to pick up just one book at the library? I managed to do it twice this week and I felt my self-control as a great freedom; I didn’t even go into the used bookstore that is off the lobby. But since then everything has changed.d76bf-beefromside

“People can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.” –Saul Bellow

When I was a child we lived ten miles from the nearest public library, and I never visited it until high school. I had lovely hours in the library in Berkeley when in the summers I visited my grandmother, and she would leave my sisters and me there for a while, and come back later when we had picked out a stack to take home. I remember checking out Anna Pavlova and Little Men when I was ten, and lying outdoors on a cot in the afternoons, in the mountains with Grandma at the Berkeley City Camp. When not at Grandma’s, our summers were too hot to manage much activity, so I sat indoors in an easy chair and read a book every day in those carefree days of youth, supplied by the bookmobile.

I think one of the books I read then was Seventeen by Booth Tarkington. When Bellezza wrote recently about Seventeenth Summer by Maureen Daly, I thought that was it, and I bought a used paperback and have been reading it, but it’s not what I remember. So I hopefully borrowed Booth Tarkington’s Seventeen from the library (closed stacks), and it’s waiting for me now. In no time at all I should be getting to it, because the Daly book is hard to put down. How can that be?

The backdrop of the story is the most luscious and lazy summer imaginable, evoked very effectively by the author’s prose. But when I’m reading it at night I don’t fall asleep, and one morning when I was still in recovery mode (She says, wondering if she will ever again not be in recovery mode…) I picked it up from my nightstand and read for an hour before getting out of bed. It is a book that makes me feel something of the leisure of my youth, when there was no need to hurry. Absolutely no need.14110-beeonflowerfrted

The worst way to read, he said, is with the thought that you do not have enough time. The only way to read is in the knowledge that there is an infinite amount of time stretching ahead, and that if one wishes to taste only a few sentences per day one is free to do so. –Gabriel Josipovici, Moo Pak

Last week on my way home from visiting my children I listened to Mary Norris reading her own Between You and Me, a book that has made me laugh out loud countless times, all by myself in the car. I’m so glad she narrated her own book, and I love her voice and her humor. She reminds me of the women in my father’s family. I could not be content, though, to only listen to it — I must have my own print copy. So I ordered one online. But I could not be content to wait for that to be shipped, and I discovered that the local library had a copy, so that was the first book I picked up.

Two days later Seventeen became available, so I went back for it. Today a dear person sent me a link to a Naomi Shihab Nye poem, “Different Ways to Pray,” and reading it confirmed in me the feeling I’ve had that I need to calm myself and sink into some poetry. I began to read more about Nye and her books. I saw that my local library had a couple of collections by her, and I also ran across this that she said:

There is a Thai saying: ‘Life is so short, we must move very slowly,’ ….Being busy has become our calling card, our sign of success, our obsession—but poetry doesn’t want us to be busy. When you live in a rapidly moving swirl, you can only view your surroundings with a glance. Poetry requires us to slow down, to take time to pause.

So I hurried over to the library and found 4c80e-gjreadhobbitwo27dellcrpthe one children’s book by Nye that I wanted…. and then I found a few more children’s poetry books to take with me; that’s probably the level that I am most likely to access currently.

Then on to the adult non-fiction and another book by Nye… but I could not make myself leave as quickly as I’d come. There I was with shelves of poetry and literature towering on either side of me, and I had to scan some titles, and take a few books down, and notice that a couple of my favorite poets were not even there! The armload I carried to my car included Robert Bly and W.S. Merwin.

Now, will I manage to sink in and let the poetry teach me to move. very. slowly…? I am finding it difficult to quiet down today; it seems that the effort to truly rest is wearing me out. Maybe that’s because I was awake past midnight reading about Angie, whose life before cordless phones and TV served up a flavor of time that we can hardly remember the taste of. Angie speaks of doing “leisurely things like ironing or peeling potatoes for dinner.” (Hinting at an attitude among teens that also may have become extinct soon after this book was written.) If she hadn’t recently fallen in love she’d probably be reading on the porch swing in the warm afternoons, too.

After all this rambling around the subject, I feel I must leave you with at least a little piece of a poem. So here are some lines from Nye’s children’s poetry collection titled Honeybee. They are from the poem “Girls, Girls”:8ec4e-beeinshadowlambsears

When a honeybee is alone–rare, very rare–
It tastes the sweetness
It lives inside all the time.

What pollen are we gathering, anyway?
Bees take naps, too….

13 thoughts on “What summer is for.

  1. My favorite library was in Placerville. It’s snuggled in the mountains surrounded by trees. They show movies outside in the summer. My husband would drop in mornings to read the papers from where-ever. I love the library.

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  2. Ah, the book mobile. One of my childhood homes was on a book mobile run. The luxury of books right outside the front door. I like to be slow. I have always thought it was one of my many failings, to crave the slow life. But now I am beginning to embrace slow. It is what I need, so why run from it?

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  3. I always love your reflections on books. I think because you talk of them like friends you have met. I love the poetry you shared, I must find this and I really like the part about being busy is our calling card. I loved the bookmobile as well. I go to the library and every time I still feel excited. You would think it would pass wouldn’t you? I always think it is hard to sleep in the summer anyway. Next week we will have heat. I will slow myself down and enjoy my friends. Have a very nice weekend.

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  4. When I was around junior high age (I think), I had a few books I read each summer — they ushered in the wonderful, stress-free relaxation of being AWAY from school. One was “The Ghost Next Door,” my favorite, and another was “The Swing in the Summerhouse.” There were others I can’t recall. I find myself this summer almost desperately evaluating myself, whether I’m relaxing. Kind of defeats the purpose, yes? haha 🙂 I love the Nye quote: Life is so short; we must move slowly. I’ve been thinking that lately.

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  5. I love this post – love that Saul Bellow quote! I’m constantly lugging home more books than my bag will hold. Another gift of a late baby is new picture books to discover! Our library has a wonderful husband and wife story time team. He plays guitar and she sings and reads in a British accent. And they dress reminiscently of Miss Frizzle according to the theme of the week. Tuesday mornings at the library are a permanent fixture on our calendar.

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  6. Interesting musings, in several ways. I pay no attention to the best seller lists and pretty much avoid the library and used book shops. Instead, I wait for a book to make itself known, and call to me. Then, I buy it, and eventually read it. How fanciful is that? But I can’t bear to spend so much time reading, these days. I’d rather be out in nature, or at work, or just thinking, allowing what reading I do to deepen and expand my experience. This is particularly true with poetry.

    I don’t know if you’re following my blog Lagniappe, but I often pair poetry with images there. Sometimes the poets are well known (Mary Oliver) and sometimes I just stumble over one I’ve never heard of, but the work appeals. I don’t so much read poems any more. I walk around in them for a bit, and if I find myself comfortable, then I invite others in, too.

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