No reason to despair of the world. Goodness is in people’s hearts all around us.
The other evening, I leave a box out containing about ten hard-cover books. Those are surplus books I purchased from the library for one dollar, or reduced-price books from Bookstore Santa Cruz. The fact is that I read a lot, including much trash and semi–trash. I am running out of space where to keep books that I have read. Still, like most people, I don’t want to just throw books away in the garbage.
And besides, there are few books I ever read a second time. When it happens, it’s liable to be thirty years later or more. I fact, I re-read Hemingway’s “For Whom the Bell Tolls” last month, forty years or more after I had first read it. I was astounded by what a bad book it is. Hemingway gained cheap fame in that case by abusing the device of deliberate bad translation (from Spanish). The characters in the book keep calling each other” thou” and “thee.” When they can’t stand someone, they declare that they don’t want to “support “him any more (“soportarle“). What tripe! The movie was much better.
Anyway, I digressed but I feel better for it. So, I leave on the sidewalk outside my house a box with ten hard-cover books and with a note in big characters: “Free books!” Early the next morning, I step outside barefoot to retrieve my WSJ. Neatly stuck under the doormat at the bottom of the porch steps are three one-dollar bills. The box of books is gone. There is a message scribbled on one of the notes: “For some awsome books.”
I like that. Encourages me to do it again. Recycling sometimes makes sense after all.