SHELFIES: 40 YEARS OF BOOKS & BOOKSHELVES

Notting Hill, 1985-1990

Notting Hill, 1985-1989

Everyone loves shelfies. What bibliophile doesn’t like sneaking a peek at the titles ranged on other people’s bookshelves? And who doesn’t like offering other book-lovers a glimpse of their cultivated, broad-minded, interesting inner lives – as spelt out by the titles of the volumes we have chosen to purchase and display – even if we haven’t actually got round to reading them all?

Since definitively leaving my parents’ home in 1974, I have moved house around fourteen times and changed countries four times. None of this would have been possible if I hadn’t got rid a lot of books each time I upped sticks. I dream of a life of easily transportable minimalism – an existence packed neatly into a couple of suitcases – but alas, I am a pathological hoarder and accumulator, and for every book that is sold or given away, I somehow manage to replace it with another half dozen, at least. My eager embrace of the ebook experience doesn’t seem to have helped much; the books keep mounting up. And no, I haven’t read them all.

Here then, are pictures of some of my shelves through the years. The shelves themselves have ranged from a wooden bookcase knocked up by my then boyfriend (who was into woodwork; I painted it bottle green, then black), a landlady’s Sheraton cabinet, cheap metal Dexion, to cheap Japanese cardboard modules, to cheap pine Ikea storage systems, to cheap Ikea Billy shelves – which are the ones I have now. As you can see, the operative word here is cheap. I have always hankered after aesthetically pleasing fitted shelves in exotic wood, but have never stayed in the same place long enough to have made it worth the expense and effort.

Few of these photographs were taken with posterity in mind, to put it mildly – most of them were end-of-roll shots or exposure tests or playing around with camera settings, hence the weird angles and variations in quality and colour. Some of them were taken for an art school project. Some of them display a weird indifference to sharp focus, possibly due to my having been for many years in denial about my short-sightedness; I call this my Impressionist Period.

Now, of course, I wish I’d set out deliberately to provide a record of My Bookshelves Through the Ages. But life, and the photographs you take of it, never seem to work like that. As I have written elsewhere, the most interesting old photographs rarely turn out to be the ones you thought were interesting when you actually took them.

Advertisements

5 thoughts on “SHELFIES: 40 YEARS OF BOOKS & BOOKSHELVES

  1. I almost felt like a voyeur, browsing those multiple bookcase photos. The neatly stacked and the slightly skew were equally enticing. There’s no better room decor than floor to ceiling bookcases, stuffed full of both cherished volumes and newly acquired purchases yet to be experienced.

  2. As an ex-bookseller, compulsive buyer of books and OCD bookshelf lunatic I desperately want to straighten-up some of those older shelves from the 1980s and do some reorganisation. No offence intended. A calm appears to have descended in recent times.

    The overflowing bounty in these pictures is wonderful to behold. Visiting a home with overflowing bookshelves is always so comforting. All is well with the world.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s