|Oh, come on, I know you've got more books than that!|
After seven years in Korea, I'm finally going to move from a studio apartment to a one-bedroom apartment. This highly desired piece of real estate is just across the parking lot in the same complex, so my move won't be the big production it was back in 2009. Still, it will be somewhat of an undertaking because of the approximately 550-600 books that must move with me. (It was around 300 in 2009.) Unless I can assemble a team, it's going to be like eating the elephant.
Upon hearing about the move, my son compared me to Sir Thomas Phillipps (1792-1872), the famous book hoarder, and frankly, a guy after my own heart. In his lifetime, he amassed thousands of books and manuscripts. Much of the latter was on vellum. Phillipps moved house only once. His family's possessions took a couple of days to move. His library took eight months with a team of strong men working from dawn to dusk. Is vellum heavy? Just curious. Luckily, that's not one of my challenges.
For a hilarious account of Phillipps' obsession, check out this book, which is where I saw the above anecdote. The chapter devoted to him is titled "Crazy About Books". Many of Sir Thomas's questionable antics with books have my WTF? light blinking rapidly, but I also sheepishly harbor some admiration for him because he went overboard and with such gusto.
I'm going out to look for some sturdy boxes now.