Based on true events.
The book’s height was a whisper compared to the tall, imposing books on either side of it and yet its deep rich, red plaid spine caught the eye of the librarian.
Before she reached for it, she thought of the usual procedure to clean-up the library’s collection. The objective was to have a healthy collection of books. Books that were current, in good condition and had a history of frequent check-outs was the goal. Those that do not meet these criteria were to be discarded.
No one could argue a case for a severely damaged book but those with a worn quality or a long shelf life created an unsettling debate of worthiness for the librarian.
Determining the value of a book was not a favourable role. Was a slightly damaged book unreadable? Was an older book unworthy?
Knowing any further action on her part would require a decision, she attempted to not touch it, but its uniqueness called to her and she could not resist holding it in her hands.
The librarian carefully pulled it off the shelf and was relieved to find herself holding a solid book which showed no obvious signs of damage. Sensing an odd feel to the cover, she looked closer and confirmed that it was a fabric dust jacket. This was not surprising given the title on the spine was The Clans and Tartans of Scotland.
There was no need to look at the publishing date to know this was most likely a reprint of a pre-1950 published book. And given its age, the subject matter would be rather exclusive. This was confirmed as the librarian opened the book saw a number of vivid colour plates of tartans and thorough descriptions of various clans.
The librarian surmised that this was a book she would enjoy reading, but she knew she was obligated to assess its condition, and relevance, to the library collection.
It was time to examine the book as scientist.
The librarian inspected the cover. For the most part it was secure but there was some frayed fabric at the bottom of the spine which would no doubt increase over time.
Closing the book, she ran her hand along the top fore-edge of the book. Its gold edge gilding was smooth. The bottom fore-edge was the same, but the side fore-edge had some uneven portions. It was obvious that one of the pages had stepped out of line and was about to escape the confines of the body.
The spine creaked as the librarian opened the book. The pages were humbly discoloured. The darkness around the edges served as a frame to the splendid writing or image on each page.
One section of the book easily opened to a 180-degree angle exposing a dry and cracked interior spine. In time the adjacent pages would separate from the spine and any attempts to correct this would be futile.
Given its vulnerable condition and age, the book was absolutely, positively a candidate for discard.
This revelation caused the librarian to tighten her hold on the book as in her mind the book deserved more respect.
Old, worn books – were they not the warmth of a library?
A well-read book should be coveted. Their worn pages, dogged-eared corners, even subtle coffee stains are earmarks of a superb book. The dreams of authors are filled with visions of their well-read books pushed to the point of exhaustion.
Older books are treasures of history. Their storyline or subject matter is rarely reproduced. What are the chances a newly published book would be about tartans? And have such superb colour plates?
Being responsible for discarding a unique book weighed heavily on the librarian’s mind, so in one last attempt to determine the book’s fate she turned to the front of the book to establish the actual publication date. There she came across a poem opposite the introductory page. The last 4 lines caught her eye.
Heroes fought for it.
Honour the name of it,
Drink to the fame of it –
Such stirring words, yet her obligation was to dispose of this book. She carried it to the circulation desk and entered her password to activate the computer. As the software loaded, she looked up and took in the familiar view of the library. She noted the parallel lines of shelves spanning out. Shelves filled with books. Books of all sizes, subjects and popularity.
The librarian lay her hand on the cover of the book. With one scan this book could be discarded.
With the beep of the ready computer, the librarian began her task. A few quick taps on the keyboard was all it took to confirm that the book had few check-outs.
She then wiped the barcode on the back of the book with a cloth. It was still viable.
The librarian stood the book upright alongside her computer by the check-out counter and resumed her duties until she was interrupted by a patron who had approached the desk to check-out her chosen books.
“Ooh! Look at this,” said the patron noticing the book on tartans. “Can I take this out?”
“Certainly,” said the librarian smiling to herself.
Score one for the bad librarian!
Leslie Steeves began writing to encourage the children in her class to write. In no time, writing became her passion, and now retired, she writes daily. Her work has been recognized by the WFNB (Writers Federation of New Brunswick) as I won 2nd place in a Kidlit contest and honourable mention for a short story. Two of her articles have appeared in Our Canada magazine.
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