Can I just say how much I adore the Central Library?
I’ve always loved libraries. I’ve always been a bookworm, and I have always loved the idea of being able to acquire knowledge, just by picking up a book. There is so much of the world I don’t know about, so much history, so many perspectives, and I can start to understand any of it just by reading.
But I especially love the Central Library. I find going to the Central Library to be an experience it itself, in contrast to the quick trips I make to the Venice Abbot-Kinney brance. I love the fountains and quiet pools outside. I love the random artwork and sculptures in the courtyard. And I love the building itself, in its symbolism of everything that L.A. was in the 20s, a mishmash of art deco and Mayan, complete with the quotes and names of the greatest thinkers carved into it. And I especially like the old card catalogue cards that line the elevator shafts.
Most of all though, I love that there are a half-dozen floors of books there to choose from. I always stop at the atrium to look up, and look down, and think about all the books that are in the building. One of the greatest advantages of living in Los Angeles is that we do have an immense central library, and there is so much in there. There are musical scores on the second floor, and copies of Socialist Monthly in the Philosophy and Social Science section in the third level down. It’s just amazing how much media there is.
Anyways. That’s what I did today: went to the Central Library for the afternoon. Oh, and had lunch at Philippe’s. But I came out with an armload of books, from “The World Is Flat: A Brief History of the 21st Century” to a book on How To Be a Bridesmaid (my little sister is getting married next summer). And I could spend a lifetime looking at the books that are hidden on shelves and in corners. But mostly I am just happy to have the library there. There are few places in L.A. that I am happier to be.