Gabriel Zaid’s So Many Books seems to want to be much more thought-provoking than many of the other volumes I’ve read in the books-about-books category. So far…I’m only about a third of the way in…it seems unique, though for whatever reason I’m not totally engaged. Less academic than On Literature; less didactic than Bloom; not as personal as the marvelous Sixpence House, nor as rhapsodic as Steve Leveen’s pointless Well-Read Life.
In any case, the cover photograph is wonderful. I joked with my wife that the photo represents my vision of our home library, and she nearly collapsed.
More thoughts once finished…
