Book Shelves #45, 11.04.2012


Book shelves series #45, forty-fifth Sunday of 2012

Yon shelf, murky, dim:


Homeboy on the end, once my parents’,  tschotchke of time in ’80s South Africa, used to work as a bookend, now he just hangs out on this double-booked shelf.


Front layer:


Back layer, including a number of volumes (to be clear: Chabon, Martel, Diaz, Eugenides) I should just trade in.


(Also: I hate this project and wish I’d never started it).

Book Shelves #35, 8.27.2012



Book shelves series #35, thirty-fifth Sunday of 2012

Corner case in the family room. Today’s shelf:


The depth makes getting the shadow off the shot almost impossible without using additional lighting.

Note the use of mortar and pestle as bookend, a genteel move that screams respectability.

Volumes on this shelf include:





As well as The Ivory Trail, inscribed by my the mother of one of best friends of early childhood (and attributed to him):



Book Shelves #22, 5.27.2012


Book shelves series #22, twenty-second Sunday of 2012: Tolkien, Faulkner, McCarthy

As always, sorry for the glare. Shooting this case head on is almost impossible because of the windows on the other side of the room. Anyway.

I’ve read everything by Cormac McCarthy with the exception of his screenplay for The Gardener’s Son, which I found a week or two and picked it up. I don’t own a copy of No Country for Old Men because I haven’t found one that isn’t a movie tie-in.


This copy of The Lord of the Rings—my first—was a kind gift from some friends we were staying with in Melbourne (the one in Australia, not Florida).


I’ve read it at least four times; I have other copies of LoTR and have read them too. It’s probably the book I’ve read the most, although I haven’t read it since 2002. This copy is kindly inscribed:


There’s a slim space on the shelf that currently holds a few books that I’ve been meaning to read: