Saturday, August 08, 2009

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What do these books have in common? Laughter on the 23rd Floor, Freakonomics, The Red Tent, and Rachel was his wife, I Love You Now Change? My answer? (The teacher in me wants you to know that I'm interested to hear your answer too, which I'm sure is very good.) They are all books that I borrowed years ago and have yet to return. (That reminds me that I have three pouches of creamed spinach in my freezer which neighbors put in before Pesach. I keep thinking to return them. In moments of weakness I've thought of eating them. That reminds me of the story in the Gemorah about the Rav who held onto something someone left with him and he kept caring for it as it multiplied and he transferred it into other things and became a fortune. Years later the man, who had forgotten about the whole thing passed through, and was presented with all that had accrued.) I picked these books randomly from the borrowed collection, which makes passionate writing a challenging. And yet.

Laughter on the 23rd Floor - At the end of social work school a classmate in her fifties who I never had much to do with invited me to an end of school party. She thanked her husband publicly for his support. There were two women students leaning over a Formica counter-top, were scouring The Times for jobs. They reminded me of those two critical old men from The Muppet Show, frowns chiseled into their skin. They asked, in a judgmental tone, if I was looking for a job, having just graduated. "No," I shocked them. A few weeks later, Fate offered me the job which I still hold (poo poo poo). I picked a book off the shelf and looked at it. The hostess offered to lend it to me, adding - "It will ensure we stay in touch." When I called about returning it she didn't seem to know who I was. Today, I remember her essence, but I don't remember her name. Key line (pg 113), "I would have followed Max to the ends of the earth. But the earth went off the air on June first. And we all went our separate ways: some up, some down, some struggled, some had more babies, and one, like Brian, died much too young."

Freakonomics - This is one of several books (Others include Tales Out Of Shul and Blink) lent to me before my neighbors went to Israel for two years. They're back and don't have shelf room. I check in every now and then and they say to hang on to it. I do hope that they have room for the cream spinach. It would be a shame for that to go to waste. (When I was a kid that packaged cream spinach was one of my favorite foods. I used to mix spinach and mashed potatoes - my dad's [HSLABW] idea. Delish.) Sample (pg 20) "Economics is, at root, the study of incentives: how people get what they want, or need, especially when other people want or need the same thing."

The Red Tent - About 8 years ago a ninth grader, out of the blue, said that she thought I would like this book, so she lent it to me. I couldn't get into it.The next year the girl had switched out. I would have to work hard to track her down and am willing to bet that she doesn't remember having lent me the book. (I've freaked people out in the past by returning things they didn't miss. I recall giving a shocked and mocking neighborhood father an Ellery Queen book that I borrowed when from his son when he was in 7th grade and he was I was in 8th. I once borrowed a book Haim Ginot's Teacher and Child from a woman who liked a friend of mine that I crashed with for a summer. About 12 years later she started working in my school. I felt funny giving it back, but she was right there. So one day, when she stepped out, I left the book in her office.) Notable quote (pg 1), "It's a wonder that any mother ever called a daughter Dinah again. But some did."

and Rachel was his wife - I've tried but can't find any deep meaning in the use of small letters in the title - it might just be an example of trying too hard. I think it would be sensible if books were sold with plastic on the covers the way you get them in libraries. The way it works now you choose if you want to protect the cover or the book. The person ahead of me on the Barnes and Noble line to get her book signed by Nicole Krause had the cover removed? "You like to preserve the cover, so you take it off?" Nicole asked her and she replied yes. Then Nicole said, "I do the same thing." Anyway, I must have borrowed this book about fifteen years ago from a woman I was dating seriously. I wanted to protect the cover so I took it off. Years later while sorting through papers with my personal organizer I came across the cover and it had a crease on the middle part that lays on the spine of the book. I looked online and it seems the book is out of print. This one seems do-able to return, and I hope to, one day. Sample passage (pg. 6): "But I knew Rachel, and you can believe me when I say that Rachel was everything a true daughter of Israel should be, and everything a woman could be. Yet she prided herself on only one thing: she was Akiva's wife."

I Love You, Let's Work It Out - I was dating someone seriously and one of her close friends lent this book to another one of her close friends, who lent it to me. It's filled with underlines, most of which I agree are spotlighting strong sentences. The owner of the book, last I heard, is still single. It's been almost twenty years. Maybe one day the opportunity will present itself to return this book, which I have a hunch has been forgotten. For the NY Times obituary regarding the author's young and sudden death see here. Here's an example of an underlined passage from this borrowed book (pg. 27-28): "Sometimes we deceive ourselves into believing we have what we need just so we can avoid being alone. We may claim we are committed to the other person, but deep down we know we are not getting what we want. When our commitment is tested, we find ourselves holding back, and often can't understand why. Knowing what you now know, would you still choose the person with whom you are involved? If so, why? If not, why"

This post brings to mind a piece I'm fond of that was based on six randomly picked benchers.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

The lending and borrowing of books is a complicated subject. My father keeps multiple copies of books that he likes to lend out. "The Revolving Boy" was his favorite novel for years -- maybe still is -- and he had a row of paperback copies so he could lend one to anyone who expressed interest. He adopted this technique after lending a hardcover first edition of the book and not getting it back, which upset him.

August 9, 2009 at 9:01 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

For those interested: The Revolving Boy

August 9, 2009 at 9:03 AM  
Blogger rabbi neil fleischmann said...

Yes, that's the other side of the story. I once met a man who said that he's strict about lending out his books (meaning he won't len the). I'm the opposite. What I have on this earth is to be enjoyed not only by me, but shared.

I've had books returned dog eared, with the spine cracked (I'll barely open it all the way - as I have a thing about liking the spine uncracked), and - of course - I've not gotten books back at all. It's great. Books are to be enjoyed.

Sometimes, someone will go out of their way to give a book back to me when -if I haven't asked for it - it may have been better, from my POV, for them just to have kept it.

Your dad's policy is a smart one, which like many good ideas was learned in a course at the school of hard knocks. It also brings up a topic that we've been discussing here recently - taste. I don't get science fiction. For me it's almost as inaccessable as sports. Bt I do like the multiple copy idea.

Someties with books I really like I'll get multiple copies to give away as gifts. I've done this with I'm Proud of You, Do Unto Others, and The Little Prince.

Back to the origibnal post - I try to not borrow books anymore. Here are some more of the books that I have on my shelf of borrowed books:

England's Dreaming
Imponderables
The Quality of Mercy
Saturday Morning Murder
Why Do Clocks Run Backwards?
Water For Elephants
Sarah's Key
The Carlebach Hagaddah
Adverbs
The Yalom Reader
Love You To Bits And Pieces
Teacher Man
Get A Laugh
Nowhere to Run
A Responsible Life

August 9, 2009 at 2:09 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I learn new things here, such as what benchers are. Will Google for more information.

Generally I try to avoid having books pressed on me unless there is no expectation that I will return them. Too many have languished on my shelves until guilt prevented me from ever mentioning them again. One that I had for a very long time was "All the Pretty Horses" by Cormac McCarthy. I knew I *should* like it. But I couldn't get into it. The original owner moved to Ireland and said, never mind. So I donated it to a library book sale.

Books are such an individual taste! Like movies, I guess. It's hard to predict who will like what.

August 9, 2009 at 7:33 PM  
Blogger rabbi neil fleischmann said...

I should try to explain. Bentch is the Yiddish word for bless. Thus, pamphlets that contain the grace recited after meals are called benchers. They are a souvenir at Synagogue dinners, weddings, bar mitzvahs, bat mitzvahs, etc. They can be fancy or simple. They can contain many songs and prayers or just the grace.

Years ago the covers used to be different colored velvet with the name of the couple or bar mitzvah boy embossed in the center. People keep them as souvenirs. Today they are not velvet but nice paper and they are pretty much always white. This too shall pass.

When Rochelle Krich wrote about them she called the birkonim, that's what they're called in modern Hebrew in the Israel of today. Sometimes when people have too many they donate them to synagogues or schools.

I was once eating at Yeshiva University and picked a bencher out of the basket and it turned out to be the one from my brother's bar mitzvah (blue velvet, rectangular, his nae and the name of the Monsey Park Hotel front and center). I couldn't figure out how it got there.

Then I remembered that a colleague and friend of mine who was a contemporary/friend of my parents had given me a stack of benchers to drop off in the University cafeteria. So I asked if her pile had included the one from my bro's bar mitzvah. She replied, "We weren't invited. Oops.

Every bencher tells a story. When people, sadly, get divorced there's the issue of what to do with the bencher. Some hide it away. Others remove the cover.

Regarding books, I agree with your policy. Today, if I borro a book such as Water For Elephants it's because the person said it was given to the and they weren't really interested and if I don't return it it's OK.

A lot of the books that have sat around for a long time after being borrowed are also books that I never really got into.

It's amazing how different taste can be. Sometimes someone compliments me or vice versa and then I think - this means we're kindred spirits/think alike, but complimnts like criticism are subjective. My definition of good taste is soeone who shares my taste. Unfair.

This reminds me of something I've mentioned before but just reconsidered and think I now understand more deeply. The Rabbis say that one should get a teacher, get a friend, and judge everyone favorably. The connection may be that even though one's circle of friends and mentors will be small (a wise man - actually a cartoon I once read - said that, "If you have one friend you have more than your share") it is still proper to judge everyone else favorably. What dawned on me recently is how human it is, when you feel very close to someone - teacher or friend - to be a bit hard on people outside your circle.

The Rabbis say, "Just as there are many different faces, there are many different personalities."

August 10, 2009 at 2:23 AM  

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