By Renee Kimball
Biblioholism *. . .book, of books; the habitual longing to purchase, read, store, admire, and consume books in excess. Tom Raabe
In Biblioholism – The Literary Addiction, author Tom Raabe hilariously details what happens to those who are unable to contain their compulsion to purchase, collect . . .well, HOARD books. And if you wonder if there are still certain people who do this in the age of Ebooks- – – then YES is the answer. Biblioholics still exist, while collecting books in all its myriad forms available today.
Raabe wrote the first edition of Biblioholism – The Literary Addiction in 1991, it was revised and re-published in 2001. Raabe’s insights are entertaining, that is, unless you are a BOOK HOARDER – and, well, then reading about it can be uncomfortable, even painful.
So, for the record, I am biased, I am not impartial, I am a Book Hoarder.
Today’s book world is much, much different than that of Raabe’s. Book stores, places of wonder, have greatly diminished, other online sellers have cornered the book-buying-market. Technology has transmogrified lengthy volumes into tiny bits and bytes. Centuries of the written word are now carried along with phones, tucked into portable cases or satchels, purses, and even pockets, read whenever the owner chooses, wherever the owner can get a satellite signal.
But still, Biblioholics that remain continue to treasure the heft of the physical book. They are behind the scenes, ferreting out those remaining bookstores, garage sales, thrift stores, Thriftbooks, Ebay and Etsy, and public library sales for the real thing…that tome of paper–the physical book. Dusty, dirty, old, frayed, new, crisp, silly, serious we keep looking and bringing home BOOKS.
Raabe asks: Do you suffer from Biblioholism?
“What another addiction? . . . Don’t we have enough addictions to worry about —drugs, alcohol, nicotine, caffeine, gambling eating, not eating, shopping shoplifting, sex, chocolate, work, television watching, fitness, religion, and who know that else—without having to worry about books too?” Raabe (p. 12-13).
What are the effects of Biblioholism? Raabe enlightens us (the following is paraphrased, for a full accounting, please obtain the book) . . .
- The first thing to go is your eyesight. “This is because biblioholics, by definition, read everywhere…We must read and considerations, like proper lighting are not sufficient to sway us from our passion. . .” (p. 14).
- Losing your ability to see, is second to the change in our body (neck, arms, chest, fanny, bum, backside). Nothing worse than the effect of a tilting head and neck after years of reading in bed. “Browser’s neck” appears but that is small compared to the “every spreading” dynasty of flesh which becomes the derriere you never wanted and has “spread to the size of the Mississippi Delta.” (p. 14).
- “Proper hygiene,” and “time,” come last to finishing that last chapter. If you can push yourself to read a few more sentences, then taking a spit-bath is far more attractive than a full shower or arriving to work with pressed clothes and sparking teeth. The financial result (both in pay) and ability to buy more books, suffers.
- As the Biblioholic’s living space becomes constricted with books (stacked everywhere and on everything), their social world contracts as well –soon, encased by books, a recluse is born. You can’t invite anyone in, you can’t safely open the door.”
When the Biblioholic finally realizes they need “help,” it may be too late. . . Books have taken over his/her life.
At this stage, there is little or no money (it has all been spent on books), and because books have taken the place of human company, there are few friends to call on for assistance. Only after the Biblioholic comes to his senses, can he finally confront his book-addiction and turn his life around.
If you believe you may be a Biblioholic and need a guide to determine if you are a true “book addict,” then review Raabe’s “checklist,’ for a more targeted approach. Following a sample of Raabe’s questions found in: “Taking the Test: Are you a Biblioholic?” (pg. 25-30) . . .
“Have you ever bought the same book twice without knowing it?
At Christmastime, do you buy your loved ones books that you want to read?
Do you have a personal library on an entire subject, note of which you have read?
When at a garage sale, is the first thing you look at the books?
Have you ever become suddenly deeply interested in an obscure topic and immediately bought six or more books on that topic?”. . .
I must answer “Yes” to all of the above, I even have more than two copies of the same book (even three). While there is much more to Raabe’s lighthearted but serious book, he closes with a chapter detailing a suggestion for a cure:
“. . . and now you’re probably ready to bask in the good news of a cure and get on with life, right? Well, not to put too fine a point on it, but wrong. Because the operative rule for this disease is: Biblioholic, heal thyself.” (p. 156).
Wait! After all this about the disease, how do I cure myself, you ask? Raabe glibly offers the following: “Total Abstinence,” “Find Something Else to Love,” (as in marriage, or supplant with another addiction: “shopping, religion, fitness, rage, chocolate, sex, work, pizza…who knows what else.” (p. 159). And lastly, much like aversion therapy, Raabe finally suggests: “Buy Till It Hurts.” (p. 163).
“. . .nothing works unless we want to be cured. . .And in order to hit that bottom we have to buy until it hurts, until every dollar forked over for a book brings with it concomitant pain and guilt.
We can’t be cured until we want help; we can’t want help until we hit bottom; and we can’t hit bottom until we become absolute book fools and buy until it causes us so much pain we will want help. . .
How else can we be healed? The disease must run its course. . .Only in total defeat is there victory. Only from the bottom can we see the top. Once we get there, we can turn it around. But as they say, getting there is half the fun.”. . . (Raabe 163).
What will you try? I think I will continue to implement Raabe’s last suggestion – I will keep buying till it hurts.
After all, when has “Total Abstinence” ever worked for any addiction?
References:
Raabe, Tom. Biblioholism: the Literary Addiction. Fulcrum Publishing, 2001. Photo courtesy of Amazon.
The Biblioholic. Biblioholism: n. [BIBLIO + HOLISM] book, of books: the habitual longing to purchase, read, store, admire and consume books in excess. Columbia Edu – OnLine http://www.columbia.edu/~fuat/biblioholic.com/
Photos courtesy of Pixabay.
A former paralegal, Renee Kimball has a master’s degree in criminal justice. Among her interests are reading, writing, and animal advocacy. She fosters and rescues both dogs and cats and works with various organizations to find them forever homes.
The post was intended to be both light-hearted and erudite—the erudite part was the reason for the Candy Crush time-outs, because although when I was in graduate school I was, at times, extremely erudite, I’m a little out of practice.
He pleases when he smells coconut oil. I rub it on my hands at night for a moisturizer. He licks it off my hands. Sometimes he chases me onto the bed. Sometimes he gets there first and I have to wrestle him out of the way.
But sometimes he bites. He’s always been a biter—lunge, chomp, lunge, chomp—as part of play. My fingers are toys. But where coconut oil is involved, he becomes the foe—adversary, attacker, assailant. Backbiter.
But before I can talk about that poem, I must talk about another one: Leigh Hunt’s “Jenny Kissed Me.” It’s one of my favorites. To wit:
Although the mysteries I write are serious, I find that interjecting comedy into the either the character or plot (or both) really moves the action along. It picks up the pacing, gives more depth to characters, and sometimes you just have to lighten the moment for the reader as the plot turns darker and darker.
early twenties, I followed the Star-Cross’d Lovers school of thought: Romeo and Juliet, two innocents, their eyes meet across a crowded room, she teaches the torches to burn bright, he’s the god of her idolatry, he wants to be a glove upon her hand, she wants to cut him out in little stars—but the cruel world conspires to bring them down.
Expect When Teenagers Behave Like Brats? philosophy: Romeo and Juliet, a couple of kids in a hurry, he doesn’t even bother to drop in on his family, just runs off to crash Capulet’s party, proposes to a girl before the first date, insists on a jumped-up wedding, then gets himself kicked out of the city, and he still hasn’t been home for dinner.
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A few weeks ago, I was forced to visit the Austin Department of Public Safety, where I spent four long, long hours. L
So, trying not to lose my cool, I fidgeted in the hard plastic seat castigating myself for not bringing something to read. Instead, I decided to think about what could be accomplished while enduring a wait that could make an overly stressed person wig out. 
We writers sit in front of computers or writing pads, or typewriters (LOL) for hours each day trying to convert into words the stories playing like movie reels in our brains to entertain others. We continue to study the craft – necessary to improve as writers—also done sitting—thus, we don’t usually get the exercise we need for good physical conditioning and creative thinking. 
get on that treadmill—which I hate—and force myself to move along at a respectable pace, or spend 15 hard minutes twice a day with an exercise hoop – which I hate even more. 
So, now that I’ve shared one of my methods of adapting exercise to the craft while fighting the writer’s battle of the bulge, I hope I’ve provided some inspiration. It certainly can’t hurt writers to stimulate the circulation of blood to the brain. 
Ink-Stained Wretches 