HOW TO HAVE A LOVE STORY BOOKS TO PURCHASE
that his father, Don Manuel, felt about the books an almost religious respect to the extent that he could not underline or draw marginal notes. He contented himself with writing long strings of comments carefully added at the end of each book read. All this suggests that Manuel did not love books, but I was a reader friendly.
Actually, there is a physical love books very different intellectual love of reading. In general, the great reader loves books, and the Don Juan does not love women. The reader takes great books as he falls into their hands, used and forgotten. The lover of books, however, loves themselves as independent bodies and live as a set of printed pages that is necessary not only read but feel, aligned in a rack, add the tangible with the same right as background of the spirit. The book lover not only wants to read it to the property. And this property needs to observe all the formalities, meet all the rituals that make it compelling.
Love of books is evident in the time of its acquisition. The true lover of books can not tolerate that the dispenser be swaddled. Need to get them naked in their hands, irlos browsing on the road. Put your feet in a puddle of water, suffer all the problems of a first spell. Arriving home, the first thing will be recorded on the home page name and the date of the event. Because for him any acquisition is a vicissitude which will then be necessary to celebrate. With time will tell, "many years ago and many days I bought this book, as they say," so long ago I met this woman. "
meet this requirement, the lover of books will take the first object it finds at its disposal-it rule, card or razor blade, and start to cut the pages of the book and reading will gradually vehemently, with a start, as you love a girlfriend as it is discovered. And in the process of reading does not resist any temptation. The cover of strokes and scratches. Pages will be covering the "eye" admired marginal objections daring ideas of their paragraphs dark questions. And only then, after doing so travel by tram, having introduced to him in bed may mean that you have read this book, which has owned, loved it.
That is why the lover of books is intolerant of foreign books. Reading a book is like reading outside half. If the book is again the reader will need to observe some courtesy -Sheathed, probably, need also be condescending with their ideas, accepting some points politically contentious, continuous combat predatory impulses and content, finally, to give here and there a slight dab do so blatant in the eyes of owner that abuse of trust. If the book is old and re-rendered the situation differs radically. The reader will meet him with animosity, with the skepticism of one who is preparing a forest walk and explored, which has gathered its most flavorful fruit. At most, be limited to discovering hidden somewhere unnoticed to the owner and where will the joy of a real find.
For this reason, the lover of books can not attend public libraries. The event will seem so humiliating and pernicious as visiting brothels. The books made available to the community are indifferent books, cold books are not born with which an act of true love does not create trust relationship. In front of them, alone, may sometimes performed an act of brutality, like starting one of your pages. Some people, however, only read in public libraries and that reveals, in essence, a profound inability to love.
A book is read and loved a good irreplaceable. The reader does not weigh much lose or give away one of his books because you can buy an identical one. For the true reader books are identical, they are similar. Each book is for him a friendship with all its grandeur and misery, their quarrels and reconciliations, their dialogues and silences. Rereading these books, the lover is mostly a proofreader, will recognize their hours rendered, his old enthusiasm, doubts useless. A book lover is a fragment of life. Lost the book, there is a gap in memory that nothing could replace. The true lovers of books inscribed his life in them. One could guess a person's character, you could even draw his biography, examining not only what read books, but how it's read.
The love of books, like all violent passion, is subject to a number of arbitrariness. Often, for attention to the format is unfair, it is unfair to the content. It is common to have at our disposal for many months without getting a book worthy to open it because its binding gives us a lively antipathy. A friend confessed to me that Stendhal long seemed like a bad writer, because the red and black edition was an issue that was vulgar, badly dressed, full of typos. But it was enough to see the same novel dressed in a beautiful display case is not known for fair, to immediately charged sympathy for her irresistible. He got it naturally, and to date, the novel has not been removed from your physician.
This does not mean that the book lover is seduced by luxury. For him, a rough edit to the touch, a commoner edition will be as unacceptable as a Dutch paper. There are books that intimidate his insolent beauty: its fur lining, gold surface recharging immediately tell us that there must be an expensive book, a book cumbersome and difficult to use, to which we can not, for example, make table in a restaurant without running the risk of staining. Wake up, also the greed of our friends, not missing one that would borrow for a night and not ever return.
A book, to be loved, need to have other, more delicate qualities. Need, in fact, a minimum of decency, taste, mystery, of proportion, in short, those qualities that we require, quietly, in a woman. For this reason is that women and books there are so many secret correspondence. There are books that end their lonely lives, never found a reader. There are readers who never found his book. Julio Ramón Ribeyro
* Sunday supplement of El Comercio. Lima, July 14, 1957, p.3.
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