I began borrowing 8 books a week – 4 from from Boots Lending Library and 4 from our local public library at the age of four. As a profoundly deaf person, books have been – and are – my window on the world, my escape, my salvation, my comfort and my teachers.
My mother had a friend who had what I thought was a dream job managing county library services to people needing audiobooks, needing home visiting and other ‘special’ services. Aged 11, having ‘classified’ my own books, this friend asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. With no hesitation, I answered. “I want your job.” Reader, some 30 years later, I got that job, via several other public library positions, all of which I revelled in. Earning (albeit not riches) doing what I loved – what a privilege.
Before the first stirrings of monitoring public services as if they were businesses and regarding them as soft options for downgrades and cuts, the libraries I worked in were safe havens where nobody queried what you were reading, where you could find all human knowledge and imagination free of charge to take home. What a privilege and delight; what development opportunities; what a world.
That people would seek to damage it in the way that is now a terrifying norm was far beyond my comprehension in those days of my pleasure in demonstrating Ranganathan’s Five Laws of Library Science:
1. Books are for use.
2. Every reader his / her book.
3. Every book its reader.
4. Save the time of the reader.
5. The library is a growing organism.
I’m sad, I’m cross, I’m upset at the sheer philistinism of today’s library authorities. “A comprehensive service”? Hah.