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Denise Trull's avatar

I loved this! When I think of all my favorite books, I believe them to be all the conversations and lightbulb moments or striking poetic muse moments that the author, being introverted like myself, could never have accomplished face to face. But desperately wanted to share, nonetheless. Shyness, awkwardness, reticence - who knows what - prevented them from spilling over to another in their own time. I think of Emily D., Hopkins, and George Herbert. The Brontes and so many others. I feel that to pick up a book is to call to them, my shy but brilliant friends “I am listening! I understand. And it’s fantastic!” Every writer wants to hear those words. To know they have been heard. For some it comes when they are long gone physically but I hope they see and hear me somehow whisper “Thanks” each time I slam a book shut and cry “you KNOW me, friend. You know me!”

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AnthonyTrull's avatar

A most agreeable essay! About a book's past and a previous owner's notes therein, I would offer an exception in the case of my father-in-law, your grandfather Martel. In the several volumes of Jacques Maritain of his that have filtered into my crates, I delight in the scrawled marginalia - not for the content of his comments but because they remind me of his vigorous mind engaged with Maritain. And Robert Bellah would agree with you: in "Religion and Human Evolution" he joins with Mencius in finding friends "all the way into the deep past". And by they way, I have your copy of "The Education of Henry Adams" which I WILL read. At some point after I read his "Mont Saint Michel and Chartes" which your Uncle Mike gifted me some time back. Or did he loan it? I don't recall.

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