Unpacking Daddy's Library

"When are you going to put together my reading'reading.' A bunch of lists should come up." "That's
list?" Daddy asked. A hush fell over the kitchen.no good." His cheeks hardened. "Those lists are
He'd been asking me about this for weeks now,impersonal - based on polls or the whims of some
and wasn't it the least I could do? After all, I'dcritic who doesn't even know me. I want a list
taken his handouts during not one, not two, butthat's just for me." I rolled my eyes. With
three degrees in English Literature. Recentlyeverything else on my mind, did I have time for
retired, Daddy had decided to take up reading forthis? Then I recalled an essay I'd read in grad
reasons that were characteristically quantitative.school, Walter Benjamin's "Unpacking My Library."
The house was crammed with novels, memoirsWhat drives someone to read and collect books,
and anthologies that my mom and I had beenBenjamin suggests, is anything but rational: "I am
reading all our lives and their sheer number hadnot exaggerating when I say that to a true
convinced my dad that there must be somethingcollector the acquisition of an old book is its
to this reading thing. Now that he was no longerrebirth. This is the childlike element which in a
building steel plants, it was time to roll up hiscollector mingles with the element of old age. For
sleeves and delve into the world of literature.children can accomplish the renewal of existence
"Why don't you just go online?" I said. "Googlein a hundred unfailing ways.