Collecting Old Books
AS everyone might know, collecting old books is not quite easy. It takes time, much effort and much money too so that one needs patience and resilience. If not, one easily gives up collecting old books.
When a person can collect the books he wants, he will definitely be the happiest person in the world and it adds credits to his relentless endeavor. And, the satisfaction resulting from the complete collection of works is quite charming, and fulfilled. Therefore, there are some private collectors who like to collect the whole set of a certain author or a certain field.
Once Lin heard from his uncle, who told him that a famous physician in the city liked to collect the whole set of James Bond and he bought the books wherever he could find them. Lin marvel at such an adamant passion.
For Lin, at first, he just collected a few books in his affordable means. Later, he continued to collect old books, especially books on Burma because when he saw them, he was happy and complacent. He did not know why he loved old books.
In the book collecting circle, some books on Burma are in the list of rare books which might claim a few hundred dollars to purchase them. Lin knew some of the rare books such as History of Rangoon, Old Burma Early Pagan, etc.
In his bookshelves, old books were occupied the racks. Seeing them, he felt proud and satisfied. Lin had got a plan to do with them later in his life, he might set up a public library with his collection or he would hold an exhibition with those books. It was with this purpose he had been collecting them painstakingly.
In Yangon, Pansodan Street and it’s environ 37th Street in Yangon were famous for availability of second-hand books and there are some other second-hand book stalls along Bogyoke Aung San Road where a group of cinema halls sprawled.
These places were the venues or haunts for local writer’s circle or literature enthusiasts whether they may be a university student, a graduate, a government officer, a company employer or employee, or a scholar walks down on these streets, looking for the books they wanted to read.
They chose these places because they could get the books they wanted with cheap price and they could choose them at their own disposal. They could also meet their friends, or made an appointment with them at teashops near the bookshops for chatting. Talking literature or books over a cup of tea was very enjoyable. And, that pleasure was addicted too.
Lin knew that those used books came into the hands of second-hand booksellers through one of these means: some families sold old books which were once read and admired by their grandpas, uncles or fathers to booksellers in these streets when those persons passed away. Or they sold them when they moved to new cities or towns when books became burdensome for them.
Old booksellers knew where and how they could find those books, and they were very good at hunting and stalking them. Even they knew that at which part of the country had the most reading rate. Some book hunters rushed to the shops in the quarters where they could obtain books. Those shops were meant for buying old stuff like tin pots, broken radios or TVs, or outdated newspaper.
The shop runners were mostly Indians to whom the second-hand book vendors negotiated the prices of the old books which were ready to send to the paper making factory. It was like they saved old books from disappearing from the scene. Those people did not know much about the value of books and so, the book hunters could negotiate with them easily as long as they paid them for those books.
When old booksellers got those old books, they repaired them a bit by gluing this and that, even some books were bonded with thick paper or cards to restore the condition of the books or to extend the books’ lives.
In that way, old books became survive in the hands of the book lovers again and they could claim more prices than before. Through old books, people could learn a lot of things relating to history, literature, grammars, and others.
In that reason, Lin walked down on these streets to look back into the past history of the city, and the nation as well as to enhance his knowledge. He received this habit from his uncle who explained about the importance of history to define one’s existence in the contemporary context.
Once his uncle told Lin, “Lin, study history well. You need to know the history and when you know it, you will know what you should do in the future. Your view will also be widened.” Lin remembered those words.
Because of frequent visits to old book selling streets, he befriended with some booksellers who readily welcomed and invited him to have a cup of tea at a nearby teashop. At that time, he accepted their invitation, but sometimes when he had jobs to do, he simply reclined their offer by saying them that they could keep it for the next time.
A bookseller named U Tin reduced book price when Lin wanted a book from him. Lin respected booksellers like U Tin because though their income was meager, they showed much happiness to do this business. It seemed that their lives were perfect with reading books alone.
Sometimes, U Tin told Lin, “Lin, my dear, you know, you should not be shortage of your knowledge. You need to fill up your knowledge tank with reading. Reading will make you a perfect man. As you know, we are the provider of knowledge but some think that we sell cheap. Imagine how important our role in the society.”
He nodded his head with a smile on his face while he was saying and took a gulp of tea instantly. Lin wondered how these kinds of people were living sanguinely in the city. They did not know market economy or market demand. They just simply sold books to people as the way they liked to sell.
Chapter-6 2016, Dec, 37th Street, at a local teashop LIN was a bit interested in talking about books and literature. Today, he had an appointment with his friend Oo at Seik Ku Thit (New Idea) teashop on 37th Street. Normally, they met each other for enjoying literature talks and other small pieces of stuff on Saturday morning when they had free time. Lin was looking impatiently at his watch which said half-past eleven. Today, Lin wore a short-sleeve white shirt, and a Karen longyi (man’s sarong). The costume made him high-spirited. He thought that today’s sun was not as hot as last week because he sensed that the winter started to unfold its coldness in the city, making it more livable. In the early morning, he noticed that mist was falling down shortly when he opened his window to see the first sunlight. He saw corrugated roofs were wet with mildew. At this time, he li
2017, January, downtown YangonLIN was thinking about the author C. J Richards and asking the same question again and again because the curiosity was gnawing his conscience. He really wanted to find out about this author’s life such as where he was born, where he was educated, why he chose to come to Burma, etc.Even he tried to find the author on Google, but only a few facts appeared. He was wondering where this author spent his life after his retirement from I.C.S (Indian Civil Service) in 1947 just before the country Burma (now it is called Myanmar) gained its independence in 1948.Lin was placing the poetry book on his lap, and staring into the distance from the balcony which was on the sixth floor of the downtown building on 40th Street. Although he was at the balcony, he felt no stirring of wind. So, he thought that it was another rather hot day in January.Actually, this was not his apartment, but it was h
2017, January, Downtown YangonIT was Saturday. Lin was free from his job. Lin sat at the desk, looking out from the window, staring at the coconut trees which flanked their house fence. On the desk, there were a box for pens and a book was open on the table. It seemed that Lin was reading a book.Lin was looking at the stirring palm leaves of the coconut trees which bore a clump of several coconut fruits. His glance moved from coconut trees to the sky which was sky blue and clear. It seemed that today would be fine.Last night his uncle U Thein Lwin related some history of Rangoon. It was a very interesting topic his uncle told him. It was also remarkable. Rangoon was used to call Dagon in Myanmar King and Mon King’s times.When King Alaungpaya won Dagon city from Mon’s hands in 1755, he changed the name into “Yangon”, which means “End of Strife”. But to the ears of British, they prefer to pro
2017, January, Downtown YangonLIN went over to Oo’s place on the next day to retrieve his poetry book as soon as the day came in. He did not sleep well last night. He was worried about the loss of the book and his mind was tittered with whether he would get it again or lose forever.A boiled pea seller’s cry from the street outside pierced through Lin’s bedroom to wake up his sleep which he got from late in the early morning. Even the sun rays passing through his window already shone on the wooden floor. Lin sat up on his bed with a little bit drowsy.Lin’s bedroom was strewn with books, lying on the floor because he liked to pile the books on the floor. But, his uncle U Thein Lwin preferred keeping books on shelves to place them on the floor.He glanced at the table clock which said seven-thirty. He thought that he should go to Oo’s apartment after taking a bath. When he finished taking a bat
2017, January, YangonTWO weeks had gone. Lin did not get any news from Oo, and he started to feel frustrated and it was hard to concentrate on the job at this state of mind. He wondered what he should do. He was waiting for Oo’s call all the time. But, he was trapped in his threat to Oo. If Oo could not find the similar book, their friendship would be an end.Lin got back home from his job, going around the downtown book stores to collect book orders for next delivery. With heaviness in mind, he felt a little bit tired. At the entrance of the house, Lin paused for a while, with his head downward, trying to control his agitated and wandering mind.When he got inside the house, his uncle U Thein Lwin greeted Lin, and called him to come over to him. “Lin, come over here. Here some tea for you.”Lin approached his uncle with slow paces and he sat down beside his uncle’s armchair. Then, his uncle inquired soft
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