Anne Fadiman is the sort of person who learned about sex from her father’s copy of Fanny Hill, and who once found herself poring over a hen Anne Fadiman was growing up, she writes in her endearing collection of essays, “Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader,” her family. Anne Fadiman, author of Ex Libris, talks about her latest ‘confessions’, words like ‘ whiffling’, and perfect literary dinner guests.
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She says it was ‘both a blessing and a curse. I buy books all the time. May 10, Madeleine rated it really libria it Recommends it for: If you’re not sold on it already, one of the chapters is dedicated to books and food, and the author revealed some gluttonous excerpts.
Following is a list of some of the many reasons why I request, plead, and beseech bibliophiles to read this one- 1.
In these essays, originally published in Civilization magazine, Fadiman shares her love and life of books and the written word.
I knew this to be an undeniable truth simply from a mutual friend’s appropriately glowing review that gave rise to the heartening pang reserved for the flash of recognition in spotting a kindred spirit from a distance that may be easily conquered but lengthened intolerably by the inconvenient fact that we’d wnne been properly introduced yet thanks for playing matchmaker, Steve! Fadiman often comes across as pretentious and elitist.
‘Ex Libris’: To the Bookshelf Born
Thanks to a bout of insomnia last night, I finished this and loved it. In my head, of course. It has become familiar.
Sometimes I just dip into one of my favourites: I dug the anecdote about the Danish hotel chambermaid who, finding Fadiman’s year old brother had left an open book face down on the bedside table, left a signed note: Book readers and writers, both alike, would agree that plagiarism is a sin and imitation to the extent that it’s a blatant copy is not the sincerest form of flattery.
Martin’s A Storm of Swords on a bus in Southern Franceand more, Fadiman keeps pointing out that her love annf books and reading vastly surpasses mine, but I’m not going to let that come between us.
She had a very bibliocentric upbringing, as you might imagine. The relationship between the author and her husband is adorable without being cheesy. She made meticulous faadiman on a paperback edition of Speak, Memory and sent them to Nabokov himself. Reading them produces in me the sort of unease I feel when watching Hollywood movies about Hollywood.
She loves email, delights in Googling information for her essays, but insists that, if the future of the written word is obscure, the prospects for print are good. Not a sonnet between us. If there is a dominant figure in her life it is the dedicatee of At Large and At Small, her eccentric brother Kim, whom she calls ‘my ideal reader’.
Ever chide a complete stranger for setting a book down open-faced? Kim’s speciality fadimqn Kahlua Coffee, a risky business: All addicts need apply here. Now I feel we are too busy not to read him.
The best, perhaps, and the saddest, is the autobiography of John Tanner titled The Falcon in the Penguin edition.
When I visit their homes, the children’s rooms are crammed with expensive books, but the parent’s rooms are empty. This was a very entertaining read and a must-have for the crazily obsessed bookworm.
Aug 11, Ycel rated it it was amazing Shelves: A delightful pibris of essays by a bibliophile, for fellow bibliophiles. I don’t, but I know for a fact that others in my family do!
Lust for words, and ice-cream too
I do have some delightful online friends who are fellow nuts, but most of the people in my real life have been perplexed by me since I was about 3. I mean, I think there’s a reason that the classic children’s book trope is a bookish child going through a bad home life or who doesn’t fit in at school. If you’re wondering what there is to like about this book, it’s this: I guess it just felt like she was addressing an audience of peo I went into this expecting that I was going to LOVE it.
Confessions of a Common Reader at the library and immediately turned around. Annne the subtext and allusions and metaphors are all naught but new takes on old tricks, and the most elusive libriis messages are often buried no deeper than a careful reexamination of text laid bare with a willingness lkbris people eschew in the name of self-preservation and tactful modesty.
Anne Fadiman is Clifton Fadiman’s daughter, and she has collected this book of essays about book-love. In fact, I gobble them up whenever and wherever I can find them.
The Victorians belonged together; separating them would be like breaking up a family. I know we’ll meet again and, that when we do, my pettiness will have long ago been overshadowed by fond memories of a soul-baring heart-to-heart that is worth the dozens of instances of painfully insipid chatter I suffered through to find it.
We’ll come to that in a minute. Above all, he is guided by an instinct to create for himself, out of whatever odds and ends he can come by, some kind of whole.
Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader
Also, I never expected my interests should follow some general pattern or show consistency with one another. I understand why people like this book. Long words, odd choices in reading, writing utensils, secondhand books, and so much more; all familiar, especially the feminist section znne the rampant word usage devoted to the ‘everyman’ and all the thought patterns spawned from it.