Ebook The Books in My Life

There are three magazines I forgot to mention when Speaking of good magazines: jugend, The Enemy (edited by that amazing, bright spirit, Wyndham Lewis), and The Masque of Gordon Craig. And now a word about the man to whom this book is dedicated — Lawrence Clark Powell. It was on one of his visits to Big Sur that this individual, who knows more about books than any one I have ever had the good fortune to meet, suggested that I write (for him if for no one else) a short book about my experience with books. Some months later the germ, which had always been dormant, took hold. After writing about fifty pages I knew that I could never rest content with a summary account of the subject. Powell knew it too, no doubt, but he was cunning or discreet enough to keep it to himself. I owe Larry Powell a great deal. For one thing, and it is a big to me because it means the correction of a false attitude, I owe him my present ability to view librarians as human beings, very live human beings, sometimes.