Title:
The Library at Night
Author:
Alberto Manguel
Publication:
Vintage Books
Genre:
Historical Non-Fiction
Pages:
241
Source:
Kindle edition
Rating:
5/5
“Who
better than Alberto Manguel, that globetrotting, multilingual citizen of the
world … to pay homage to the library as the centre of civilization? … The
Library at Night is filled with odd combinations, unexpected transitions and
wandering scraps of esoterica with aphorisms appearing as signposts along the
way…. This book is utterly sensitive to the experience of reading…. Manguel, in
this and his other books, comes off as quite the raconteur.” (Lines taken from
a newspaper)
I
haven’t read much yet so it is needless to say anything about The Alberto
Manguel’s work. But this book gives you
a new perspective to see the world of libraries. Books are not just a
compilation of few papers; they carry lives, energy and divinity.
Alberto
Manguel is an Argentine born Canadian anthologist, novelist. He actually
celebrated his journey with books along with their authors. The way he told us about
the history of libraries, about medieval Arab authors, Canadian novelists,
Montaigne towers and exquisite pictures. Here I want to share a thought that it
is not embodied of some kind of story that you finished and marked as read.
It’s a process to know more about human’s evolution. Every time you open the
book you encountered with a different world, we shuffled from one library to
another along with author.
Literally
it made me teary- eyed when Manguel, The Author described the pain of burning
books not a single book but a whole library I mean such a barbarian act,
because you couldn’t control them physically you just made them mentally slave
by burning the books, the history. The
conversational approach of Manguel left you speechless till the end.
If
you are bibliophile or desired to be a one, must devour this journey of
library! Worth your time!
Few
quotes I loved the most..
Every
reader exists to ensure for a certain book a modest immortality. Reading is, in
this sense, a ritual of rebirth.
But
at night, when the library lamps are lit, the outside world disappears and
nothing but this space of books remains in existence.
I
like to imagine that, on the day after my last, my library and I will crumble
together, so that even when I am no more I’ll still be with my books.
I
have no feeling of guilt regarding the books I have not read and perhaps will
never read; I know that my books have unlimited patience. They will wait for me
till the end of my days.
P.s - I
can’t share the whole book here. Read it , Just Read it.
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