Organization of the library continues apace. I now have the 000s (General), the 100s (Philosophy & Psychology), 200s (Religion), 300s (Social Science), and 400s as a continuous block on the shelves — or would if the kids didn’t keep interrupting me. In truth, the 300s and 400s need to be moved into position, though they are currently “in order”, and it’s just a matter of keeping them that way during the move from one side of the bookshelf to the other. The 500s are also organized; that’s Natural Sciences, by the way.
I’m discovering I don’t have much in the 600s, which is Technology and Useful Arts. My books on drawing, for example, get filed under “drawing” in the 700s, which is Fine Arts. The books on architecture get filed in 700, as do books on fencing, chess, and cookbooks (and all of my role-playing games, did you know we’re in the 700s? FINE ARTS, people!) Also books on outdoor activities like kayaking and swimming, and Boy Scout manuals. Even computer books go elsewhere (003 and 004: Computers and the Internet). Even my three books on Fashion go in the 740s (under “decoration”), because they’re about historical fashion rather than patterns for manufacturing clothing, or how to dress well (fine arts vs. practical use is the difference between 700 and 600, apparently). So, apparently I need to learn more practical stuff, like gardening and … damn it, gardening is a 700 as well! OK, engineering and blacksmithing are both 600s. So that’s where I need experience, I guess. Big surprise.
The 700s, 800s and 900s remain the biggest hurdle. The 700s are Fine Arts, 800s is literature, and 900s is History. Twenty-three of my forty-two shelves are now in the correct order, and 000-400 are now in a more-or-less contiguous zone. The 500s aren’t contiguous, but only because it contains some tall books that need to go on a specific shelf in order to fit. The 700s are started, and the 600s are… well, there are only six books in my 600s So in one sense, I’m more than half-done.
Oh, but what big hurdles they are! All my art books, history books, poetry, Shakespeare… the one advantage is that as the other shelves get filled, the number of places that the books in these categories can hide is decreasing. And that’s to the good.
Each night, I return the unsorted, un-cataloged books to the empty places in the shelves, and see… space… gradually emerging patterns…. hope… normalcy… ineluctable elegance… shape… sustenance… reason… order…
books that I borrowed and haven’t returned yet. Books that should have been shelved already, and aren’t. Oh, well… back to the book-mines, and then bed.