Book drop taped shut with green tape

You Just Saved $16

The library reopened gradually. First, the lime green tape that blocked the mouth of the book drop was removed. A few weeks later, an email announced that library books requested online would be available for pickup. Patrons were required to make a reservation, then show up, masked, at a table outside the library, where a masked librarian would hand over the goods in a brown paper bag. Getting a book had never felt so dangerous.

The book in my bag was Essayism, by Brian Dillon. I’d happened upon the author on a podcast one insomniac night. My sleepy brain found his thoughts compelling, so I emailed a note to myself to remember his name in the morning. That had been weeks before, in the early days of the lockdown, when going to the grocery store felt like walking through a mine field—the mines being, of course, other people.

I took Essayism out of the bag and washed my hands. By now it was mid-July and I was less fearful of catching COVID, at least from inanimate objects. The book, requested in March, had taken months to get to me via inter-library loan.

The pandemic brought back that not-unpleasant feeling of what it’s like to wait for things. The local bookstores closed their doors when the libraries did. Even orders from Amazon took weeks to arrive. The months-long delay made the book in my sanitized hands seem more valuable than it had when I’d requested it.

Library Receipt for Book Titled EssayismI went through my OCD ritual of reading the front cover, the back cover, the title page, the dedication, the epigraph, and, before turning to the first page of the text itself, I took out the white library receipt, printed on the plasticky paper, the kind used for grocery receipts. I scanned for the book’s due date. Underneath the date was a surprising sentence: You just saved $16.00 by using your local library!

I wasn’t sure whether to be smile or snort.

Perhaps, I should be supportive of the library for making patrons aware of the dollar value of books loaned free of charge—calling attention to the cost of commodities, rather than the immeasurable value of access to knowledge and art. That same week, the liquor store receipt from a bottle of bourbon I’d bought announced, “You Saved a total of $6.00!”

I was dismayed, perhaps unfairly, that the Cambridge Public Library, my library, free to the public since 1874, found it necessary to monetize the value of their services in such a blatant fashion. Wasn’t free access to books the library’s prime reason for being?

The world’s ­­first free public library, supported by taxpayer dollars, was the Peterborough, New Hampshire library, founded at town meeting in 1833.

In 1850, the United Kingdom’s Public Libraries Act gave local boroughs the power to establish free public libraries so the lower classes would have access to books, not just citizens wealthy enough to afford their own collections. While some believed greater access to books would result in higher levels of education and lower crime rates, others feared books and the ideas inside them would insight revolt.

Truth be told, the library had saved me nothing. I’d never heard of Brian Dillon, the author of Essayism, never read a word he’d written. Perhaps his book was a heap of academic blather. Buying Essayism wasn’t a risk I, without steady income, could afford. If the library hadn’t had a copy, I wouldn’t have bought one. As every capitalist knows, it’s always better to gamble with somebody else’s money.

Though there was a booger smeared across ­­the bottom of page twelve, Essayism, it turned out, was excellent. I recommend it to friends. I wouldn’t have read it without the benefit of my beloved public library. After reading Essayism, I ordered Brian Dillon’s forthcoming work, Suppose a Sentence, due out next month.

I just spent $17.95!