I can in the dark go to a book on my shelf. In the dark of middle night find this specific book, that well-known is its place on the shelf. The spot, how many steps from the parlor door, a site I can find barefoot on a cold night. It is my fortune to own several such hallowed books; Laughing Boy, John Steward Collis, Col. Crockett’s autobiography, that fellow Aldo, Henry Beston and “Muriel Foster’s Fishing Diary.”
“Muriel Foster’s Fishing Diary” was published by Viking in 1980, hard-cover, slip-cased. The editor was her niece, Patricia King. Against the current book climate, the general assumption is hard copy books in the next half century will be completely occluded by the digital kind, the Kindle, the Nook and those marvels yet to come.
To cite Amazon’s recent announcement of making available the entire Library of Congress, a welcome addition to my mind. The added benefit being this might kill off “talk radio” and in turn do American politics a world of good. Getting the mullahs like Mr. Limbaugh to calm down because there are better things to listen to.