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Monday, April 16, 2007

Bookplanet: is the novel the enduring monument of civilized discourse?

Why We Still Bother To Read Novels
Words about order and chaos.
Review of Alberto Manguel, The Library at Night
By Stan Persky/

At night, Alberto Manguel tells us in his book-length meditation on the nature of libraries, memory and perhaps much more, "when the library lamps are lit, the outside world disappears and nothing but this space of books remains in existence.... In the dark, with the windows lit and the rows of books glittering, the library is a closed space, a universe of self-serving rules that pretend to replace or translate those of the shapeless universe beyond."

The library in question is located in a tiny, French village south of the Loire River. It was built by and belongs to Manguel, a well-known, multi-lingual anthologist, critic, biographer and novelist, to house some 30,000 volumes he has collected during a peripatetic literary lifetime. The Library at Night begins with Manguel's autobiographical account of how this idiosyncratic building project, almost a classic "folly," took shape out of the stone-wall ruins of a 15th century barn, adjacent to a presbytery, or priest's house, where Manguel now lives.

Although officially a Canadian, Manguel was born an Argentinian, partially raised in Israel (where one of his parents was in the diplomatic corps), and schooled in Buenos Aires, where the teenager became an acolyte of the great Jorge Luis Borges, about whom Manguel would later write extensively and perceptively. In truth, the well-travelled Manguel is not so much a burgher of a nation-state as a full-fledged citizen of the Republic of Letters.

Magical bookishness

His autobibliographical tale is only the first of dozens of stories Manguel tells about libraries, stories that range from the vast, almost mythical, destroyed library of Alexandria, Egypt, one of the real wonders of the Ancient World, to the eight-book children's library in Block 31 of the Birkenau concentration camp during the Second World War, a library whose readers were all exterminated.

His often magical, always literally bookish tales include the "Biblioburro" program in rural Colombia, where donkeys haul book bags up to remote mountain villages. The only book the scrupulous peasant library borrowers didn't want to return, reports Manguel, was Homer's Iliad. As the librarian, who eventually made a gift of the book to them, told Manguel, the villagers "explained that Homer's story exactly reflected their own: it told of a war-torn country in which mad gods wilfully decide the fate of humans who never know exactly what the fighting is about, or when they will be killed."

Much the same could be said of what Manguel tells us about the looting of the National Library of Baghdad in 2003, a grim account of how "sometimes a library is wilfully allowed to vanish." While a conquering Anglo-American army stood by, "in a few hours, much of the earliest recorded history of humankind was lost to oblivion," including the 6,000-year-old first surviving examples of writing.

Light gravitas

Manguel's stories are told with appropriate gravitas, but also always with a genuine lightness of touch which other writers strive for, often only to fail to transcend the trivial. At one end of sophistication, there's a rapturous description of the Laurentian Library built by Michelangelo at the San Lorenzo Monastery in Italy. At the other end, there are the oasis towns in the desert of Adrar in central Mauritania, obligatory stopping points on the route to Mecca, which still "house dozens of age-old libraries whose very existence is due to the whims of passing caravans laden with spices, pilgrims, salt and books."

A story is told in Ouadane, one such oasis city, of a silent 15th century beggar who settled into one of the libraries and only seemed to care for "spending long hours among the books of Ouadane, reading in complete silence." After months of such mysterious behaviour, the local imam reminded the reader that, "it is written that he who keeps knowledge to himself shall not be made welcome in the Kingdom of Heaven. Each reader is but one chapter in the life of a book, and unless he passes his knowledge on to others, it is as if he condemned the book to be buried alive." At which point, Manguel tells us, "the man opened his mouth and gave a lengthy and marvellous commentary on the sacred text he happened to have before him. The imam realized that his visitor was a certain celebrated scholar who, despairing of the deafness of the world, had promised to hold his tongue until he came to a place where learning was truly honoured."

Manguel's personal library, both during the day and at night, intermittently re-appears throughout the book, as he considers various aspects of the library: as myth, as order, as mind, as survival and so on. The autobiographical foundation of his book immediately lets us know that this will not be a "tidy succession of dates and names," and that Manguel's intention is not "to compile another history of libraries nor to add another tome to the alarmingly extensive collection of bibliotechnology, but merely to give an account of my astonishment."

Chaos and order

Beneath the astonishment conveyed in this brilliantly conceived, elegantly written, elegiac and celebratory meditation, there's something philosophically deeper. The very big question that Alberto Manguel poses at the outset of The Library at Night sets the tone for the intellectual quest-story that follows. The question is about the meaning of the dynamic relationship between chaos and order that we find everywhere, from the greatest magnitudes -- "the starry heavens," as the philosopher Immanuel Kant called them -- to the smallest particulars of our lives.

"Outside theology and fantastic literature," Manguel says, "few can doubt that the main features of our universe are its dearth of meaning and lack of discernible purpose." That is, unless you believe in God or Middle-Earth and Mordor, neither the universe nor the evolutionary process proposes an answer to the riddle of human life. "And yet, with bewildering optimism, we continue to assemble whatever scraps of information we can gather in scrolls and books and computer chips, on shelf after library shelf, whether material, virtual or otherwise, pathetically intent on lending the world a semblance of sense and order, while knowing perfectly well that, however much we'd like to believe the contrary, our pursuits are sadly doomed to failure. Why then do we do it?"

The Library at Night is the fourth in a decade-long series of books, which Manguel began in 1996 with his bestselling A History of Reading, followed by Reading Pictures (2000) and A Reading Diary (2004). It is an invaluable serial contemplation of the practices and institutions of civilization itself, a structure of life that seems as much in peril today as at any previous time. Unsurprisingly, the latest instalment in the series is tinged with Manguel's sense that he might be writing an elegy.

Two kinds of people...

If there are always two kinds of people in the world, in this instance they are readers and non-readers. "Libraries are not, never will be, used by everyone," Manguel notes. "In Mesopotamia as in Greece, in Buenos Aires as in Toronto, readers and non-readers have existed side by side, and the non-readers have always constituted the majority...the number of those for whom reading books is of the essence is very small. What varies is not the proportions of these two groups of humanity but the way in which different societies regard the book and the art of reading." The news these days is not so good.

"Our society," he says, "accepts the book as a given, but the act of reading -- once considered useful and important, as well as potentially dangerous and subversive -- is now condescendingly accepted as a pastime, a slow pastime that lacks efficiency and does not contribute to the common good.... In our society, reading is nothing but an ancillary act, and the great repository of our memory and experience, the library, is considered less a living entity than an inconvenient storage room." The shelves gather dust.

As for the promise of that universal cyberlibrary, the Internet or web, which "occupies no time except the nightmare of a constant present," Manguel recognizes that it's simply an instrument, but has his doubts about its uses. It stresses "velocity over reflection and brevity over complexity." It prefers "snippets of news and bytes of facts over lengthy discussions." Worse, it dilutes "informed opinion with reams of inane babble, ineffectual advice, inaccurate facts and trivial information, made attractive with brand names and manipulated statistics."

Of course, the fault lies not in our instruments or the stars. "We alone, and not our technologies, are responsible for our losses, and we alone are to blame when we deliberately choose oblivion over recollection," Manguel says, adding, "We are, however, adroit at making excuses and dreaming up reasons for our poor choices."

One of the better choices, of this or any other publishing season, that readers can make is Manguel's wondrous The Library at Night, a glowing patch of civility in the dark chaos around us.

(Stan Persky teaches philosophy at Capilano College in North Vancouver, B.C. His new book, Topic Sentence: The Education of a Writer, will be published in the spring.)


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