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Notes from a (New) Librarian
by Colin Rea

Hey hey, PNBA (how many books did you sell today?).

Ah, nothing like a little LBJ nostalgia to start a rambling. I'm sitting at my huge desk here in my huge office and thinking about the changes in my work routine o'er the last month. Besides swapping a cubicle for a room with a door, I've had a lot to get used to. Indeed, I have a lot to learn. What thrills me, though, is that I still play with books. The processes have changed, but the lit remains.

My brain is a bit scrambled from learning a complex job filled with everything from material selection to state laws regarding special districting, elected officials, and a forthcoming tax levy. As complicated as this all is, I comfort myself with the knowledge that I don't have to man a till on X-mas eve! In keeping with the scrambled theme, here are a few random thoughts, images, and musings about my first month as a librarian:

· The hardest thing so far? Scanning the &@#$-ing book! I've spent a decade aiming scanners at the lower right side of the back of books. Our library books, however, get their own special bar code on the upper left side of the FRONT of the book. I can't tell you how many times I've stood there repeatedly sticking the UPC under the scanner, tilting it this way and that trying to get the silly thing to read. D'uh. Understandably, my staff loves to watch me do this.

· Thanks to all who e-mailed a farewell when I suddenly disappeared. The number one question from the world of retail books: Where is Fern Ridge? Why, it's right here, of course.

· Coolest thing about my library? That would be John Daniel's one-line poem, written for the library and painted in 12-inch tall letters around the interior of the library. (See below)...

· Hand-selling is soooooo much easier when it's hand-loaning. Actually, in libraries, it's called reader's advisory, and it's great to tell people 'Try it; if you don't like it, bring it back and try another.' This just re-affirms my belief that a guarantee on all staff rec's would work in a retail bookstore. The confidence gained by your staff would result in more than enough sales to offset the few returns.

· I miss my sales reps. I now choose titles solely based on print reviews, catalogs, etc. Even as I come across glowing reviews in Library Journal, I can still hear Cindy H. saying 'This book is incredible, you'll sell a ton.' You know what, she was always right. So was George, Bob, Reed, Michael, and all the rest.

· Denis Johnson and Sherman Alexie just won National Book Awards. That is more than a quiet endorsement of the quality of the literature coming out of our woods.

· Brian J visited a few days ago from the offices of the PNBA. Even in my office, he couldn't help but speak quietly in the reverential tones of a library patron. That, ladies and gentlemen, is why libraries are my church, and the created word is my religion.

Until next time,
Colin
crea@fernridgelibrary.org

ps Here's the John Daniel poem.

Read then, if you will,
and in the springtime of your reading
the pages will shine with pale fire,
like new alder leaves in sun.
In their secret way they grow
and gather as you turn them,
they remain with you,
they rise up close around
like blackberry thickets in midsummer,
a wilderness of leaves
you're lost in. Turn, turn further.
Something shy and never seen
awaits you, and as you search
you may discover what you did not think
to ask for, a last apple
in autumn boughs where you saw
a bird fly in. Listen.
In the Douglas firs the wind
is saying something, voice
of distant places, other years
returning. Does it speak your name?
You need nothing more for winter now,
the faithful rain on your roof,
a warm fire within. Go
the way you were born to go,
turning and turning the pages of time.