“THURSDAY. Spent yesterday rearranging the detective fiction. We’ve put it up in the guest bedroom, now to be known as the Murder Room“, writes Alberto Manguel in his Reading Diary.
I find this most amusing – a guest bedroom called Murder Room! A guest Murder bedRoom in a medieval presbytery renovated into a house! I wonder how his friends felt sleeping in it; wonder if they had dreams of violence and death. Too bad he wrote nothing about that.
I never thought about the possibility of having books all around the house. I always imagined one single, relatively small room, called Library.. with books from floor to ceiling, dark wood shelves.. a reading nook by a large window looking into the garden or down the valley.. a desk.. a dark red carpet with stylized blossom branches.. a cozy armchair (or a rocking chair?) in a corner, coffee table besides it and a pretty lamp.. Of course, one of the shelves would prove to be a door leading into the small bedroom which too would host few shelves with favorites..
But, I like Alberto’s idea.. Only, my guest bedroom would be filled with all sorts of Fantastic literature.. Tolkien next to Hoffmann, Irving besides Poe. Bulgakov, Terry Pratchett, Ursula Le Guin sharing a shelf with Peter S. Beagle and Algernon Blackwood. Neil Gaiman. Irmelin Sandman Lilius leaning on Hans Christian Andersen, brothers Grimm and Perault. Bram Stocker, Catherynne Valente.. Well, J.K. Rowling, too.. A pile of folktales from all around the world… It would be a room of fairies and elves, ghosts, mermaids, trolls, gnomes, leprechauns, unicorns, griffins, and dragons – all living among the covers.. waiting for you to open the book, to grab you and pull you inside..
I wouldn’t know how to name it, though… The room, that is… I’m bad at giving names.