The LA Central Library Flower Street Entrance
I have always depended on public libraries for much of my reading material. When I lived on the East Side of Cleveland, I went to the Cleveland Public Library branch on Lee Road, where a fellow Hungarian, Mr. Matyi, was the librarian. He also played the oboe for the Cleveland Philharmonic Orchestra.
They had a summer reading program in which I participated for so many years that they had to invent a participation certificate at my advanced level. (I wish I still had them.)
Even then, I also visited the main library on Superior Avenue in downtown Cleveland:
It was really quite beautiful, being funded by Andrew Carnegie’s vast fortune. (Can you imagine a modern billionaire doing something like that?)
When I came out West, I started by going to the main library in Santa Monica at the corner of Santa Monica Boulevard and 6th Street:
Although it was fairly large with two stories full of books, I actually outgrew it. I found that they got rid of too many of their classical titles, replacing them with more recent … well … dreck.
I was elated with the Expo Line connecting Santa Monica to Downtown LA opened in May 2016. At once, I signed up for a senior pass which enabled me to go from the Bundy Station (about a mile south of I lived) to the 7th Street Metro Center, which was three blocks south of the Los Angeles Central Library—for a mere 50¢.
Even with the library building being closed due to the coronavirus, the LA Library has started a “Library to Go” program which enabled me to put a hold on the books I want to read. Within a few days, I get an e-mail saying they are holding them for me, and I just take the train downtown to pick them up.
Over the last week I have been busy reading these three books:
- Kōbō Abe’s Inter Ice Age 4, a 1958 sci-fi novel about global warming
- Ivan Klíma’s Waiting for the Darkness, Waiting for the Light, about Czechoslovakia’s rocky path from Communism to Capitalism
- Tim Butcher’s Blood River: A Journey to Africa’s Broken Heart, about an English writer who re-traces Henry M. Stanley’s journey along the length of the Congo River in the 1870s.
The USA seems to have beautiful libraries, ours here in NZ are very unimaginative, plain book rooms, utilitarian. Lovely staff but unbeautiful areas, usually no pizzazz or horticulture around. Full of people though, so that’s obviously not a problem, but I wish we had more spiritually uplifting buildings. The older universities are better for atmosphere.
The older library buildings in the U.S. are often spectacular, especially when Carnegie was doing the funding. The modern buildings are, well, modern, with lots of glass (which makes the buildings difficult to air condition).
the Cleveland library is stunning! Stanley’s original account is pretty absorbing and well worth reading…
I plan to start reading Stanley’s book next month.