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Letters from Proxima Thule

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Thanks for writing this. I'm a Readers' Advisor at a large library northwest of Chicago. I have a great job. I do. But some days it feels like a slog. Sometimes it gets hard to remember how awesome the job is, how frikkin cool libraries are when you are giving the same 3 James Patterson books to people over and over again and all other folks want to do is be disgruntled at you because digital books for their e-readers can have wait lists.

So thank you for re-adjusting my brain. My workplace is as magical as I promote it to be. It's good to remember that there's always someone in the stacks like you.

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Well. I think you can imagine how this made me feel.

Well, thanks, Cat. Nothing like starting out the day with freshly-washed eyes.

And thanks especially for this: "That was where I learned all those fancy ways of saying things … Without them, I only know small and usual ways if saying things." All my life I’ve had people stare at me and make remarks, ranging from admiring to scornful, about “those big words you use.” On my side, I was speechlessly astounded that *they* didn’t know those words. From their point of view it was pretty clear they thought I was showing off or snobbish. There was a gulf. You’ve helped me understand, all of a sudden, that I was looking out from my rich, safe, beloved castle of the library over the bottomless moat of ignorance at people who were ignoring the nearby, perfectly accessible and freely available drawbridge. Nuts to them.

You’ve helped me understand, all of a sudden, that I was looking out from my rich, safe, beloved castle of the library over the bottomless moat of ignorance at people who were ignoring the nearby, perfectly accessible and freely available drawbridge. Nuts to them.

In the 90s, there was an otherwise-forgettable movie with Lara Flynn Boyle and Stephen Baldwin called Threesome. The best part is Lara Flynn Boyle nearly having an orgasm in a library because one of the love-interests has an awesome vocabulary. Her afterglow line is to say, breathlessly "God, I love big words."

So, yes. What you said..


Dear Ms. Cat:

I'm not sure exactly where you found the viewport to my soul, but you regularly speak my truth more beautifully and clearly than I could ever hope to. You manage to put into words all the things I've felt and believed but never quite managed to articulate. You write things, to steal your turn of phrase, that go bong in my bones. This is just the most recent.

Bless you for that. Some day I am going to come to a convention or something for the express purpose of giving you a hug.


Random Internet Fangirl

When you write an idea, the way you express it is so bell-like, so precise, concrete and charming, so that it snaps my mind into thinking with that metaphor (and I think I'm not unusual in this regard). 'We are all wyveraries' is a metaphor helps us think better. Thank you!

I grew up in libraries -- my mom was a librarian. They are portals into the real Multiverse.

The first time I recognized my own mortality was looking up at the stacks of Monmouth County Library Eastern Branch and realizing that there was no way I would ever read all of those books.

This is perfect and wonderful and I am weepy with the good tears from it.

Thank you. passing it along!

And this is why I have one of the best jobs in the world. (: Thank you!

This speaks to my soul. Thank you.

This post moved me to tears. Thank you, from a Librenard who didn't know how to articulate her love for her foster parental libraries until she met the half-wyvern son of a Library in Fairyland.

This moved me to tears, spoke to my soul, and expresses my feelings for libraries and librarians. Beautifully written.

For a long time, Seaward was Lucy's story of the cup and the sword and the green hill for me, that book I only ever remembered tiny pieces of and yet I knew was written into me. I had read it once and all but forgotten it, except sometimes there was Rhiannon, or sometimes the statue of the lady in the blue cloak. I loved the ghost of it. And now that I have it back I love it more for knowing its ghost.

Eeeee! Yes! This is so awesome! (And puts into words why I like Ell so much, and identify with him!)

Oh, wow. Yes.

Coincidentally, I'm a bit over halfway through re-reading Fairyland right now.

what do you call a group of librarians?

A Shelf

A Dewey

.... and when I write Library or Librarian, I always use capital letters. Just Because..

I was going to call a group of librarians a Catalog.


I like that a lot better...

This is so lovely it gave me shivers. I grew up with the public library, and every time their funding gets cut it breaks my heart a little. Because where else can you find knowledge freely given and safe haven and every story you could want to hear?

Would it be all right if I sent the link for this post to my alderman and the mayor? This is a better explanation that any I could give for why we can't afford to cut any more library hours or staff or services.

My mother used to drop me off at the British Museum with an apple and a sandwich. The museum was my Aunt Beast, my refuge and my kingdom.

This brought tears to my eyes. Thank you, so, so much.

Yes, this. Most eloquently said.

A Libation of Librarians

Very glad to hear that Ell will forever be in Fairyland, because he will live on in my heart forever as well.

I am amused to note that a) I just spent an afternoon in front of a photocopier, wherein I reminisced to my partner about happy days spent as a child in the photocopy annex of the University Library, with my mother's student ID card to let me in. Said library also had (and may still have) colored tape on the floor to guide patrons to various sections on each floor. I used to choose one at random and see where and how deep it led me, and what might lie at the end.

(My mother was working on her master's and PhD in chemical engineering.)

This rings so very true, thank you! And my preferred collective noun is a hush of librarians.

ooh, I like that one. Something about the softness and shortness of the word hush combined with the intensity of librarians. Yes.

I had never even contemplated why I loved Ell. I just did. It's what you do. Everyone loves Ell.

And this is why.

-another wet-eyed fan

This is glorious. Thanks so much for sharing it here.

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