Half-jokingly, I suggested to Mr. Nemo that we use our time at home (government-prescribed, but necessary) to turn our bookcases into a Bookstagram pic.
“Mostly pictures of books.” I don’t quite get it myself, and my password is long-lost, but it seems to be a part of Instagram where readers photograph their books as adorably as possible, and if they are adorable, too, they post pictures of themselves. (I have read that paid models do some of this”Bookstagramming” under feigned names.)
Sometimes the shelves are color-coded. Yes, they put all their red books together, orange books together etc. What a nightmare! Others organize by collection. So we decided to put our Library of America books together.
I love sorting books, and it is easy to find LOAs, because they have black covers. Still, the effect wasn’t quite as I hoped. It looked too much like a bookstore, nothing like Bookstagram. And the next day I awoke to find Mr. Nemo packing up more of our books to make more room for whatever our next collection might be.
With quavering voice, I said, “But what if I want to read Updike or Undset? I’ll never find them.”
All over the country, I imagine people converting their energy into unnecessary projects like this one. And someone in Salt Lake City or Champaign-Urbana is disconcerted because her favorite books are now stored in that closet that doesn’t open unless you roll up the rug and then wrench the stuck door.
All right, this really happened, but it is also kind of a joke.
Stay well! And here are links to two interesting articles.