Thomas Mann 2007-08-11
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This is a wonderful story for people who love books. Peter Briscoe deftly captures what may be a vanishing culture of associations surrounding the creation of great library collections--the texture of the human relations between professional booksellers and acquisitions librarians, based on shared assumptions of the need to promote excellence in scholarship. A telling example appears early on, when bookdealer and protagonist Michael Ashe, having looked for a gap in the holdings of the Institute des Hautes Etudes de l'Amerique Latine in Paris, offers its conservator a copy of Anita Brenner's 1943 _The Wind That Swept Mexico_ simply as a donation, not a sale, "to perfect the collection." It is that ineffable element of artistic endeavor, of bringing about a "whole" with parts integrated by human aspiration, expertise, perseverance, and choice, that Briscoe captures wonderfully, with a true insider's eye for the details and customs of the international book trade. The novel has an elegaic tone, however; it arises from Ashe's having more and more to deal with a changed worldview in the libraries (and the librarians running them) for which he scouts out the obscure, the unique, and the out-of-the-way volumes that become important--sometimes remarkably so--only when associated with other such items in carefully tended collections. The new library mindset that Ashe finds himself confronted by is no longer one of desiderata and lacunae, but of batch processing and blanker orders--producing collections different in both content and coherence from the "wholes" crafted by scholars who actually read and understand what they are acquiring. "Now many libraries were poised to take the next step: to stop buying printed books entirely, except as museum objects for special collections, the occasional 'show book.'" Asked at one point how the book business is, Ashe replies, ruefully, "In a steady decline, due to an obsession with electronics and a conviction that the computer will replace the book. There is still money but it has been shifted to new interests." And those new interests are more concerned with digitizing than collecting preservable paper copies; at one dinner in the novel, the architect of a new academic library, "trying to be funny, promised that the only paper to be found in the new library would be in printers and toilet stalls." What dismays Ashe (and Briscoe) most is the new and growing obliviousness in the library profession to the craft of "perfecting" what they do. The "best read man" of the title refers to Gabriel Naude, the librarian of Cardinal Mazarin in mid-17th century France, who, Ashe discovers during his researches, assembled a collection of some 40,000 books and manuscripts--three times the size of Europe's next largest library, the Bodleian. Naude, too (like Ashe) then saw his life's work being dismantled before his very eyes: when Mazarin lost political power, the greatest library in the world was dispersed to the winds within six weeks. What Ashe learns from Naude, and how he deals with the sea changes in his own life, offers some small hope, and more than a little wisdom, for the rest of us. If you know someone who loves libraries, given them this book.