I live in a country where knowledge is not something exclusively reserved just for men or the upper echelons of society. I live in a country where, whatever your material circumstances, you may, for a minimal fee, join your local library and read. Not just read.......conduct research......socialise....look for jobs...surely activities that our government must want to encourage and that can only help to drag us out of the economic minefield we are navigating at this moment in time?
My parents took myself and my brother to the local library on a regular basis when we were children and the sheer joy in selecting something brand new to read has, and will never, abandon me. Even if I only managed to read just one book a month, I would insist on taking out as many as the library would allow (8 or 9 at a time I believe) just to sit and stare at them looking so very pretty on my bedside table (bearing scary resemblance to my TBR pile nowadays!) Imagine if that had never been an option? If my nearest local library had been too far away? Although my parents certainly bought us books as children, would I have been able to sub-consciously develop that love and respect for the written word that I have today without the introduction of a library? Would I have merely been exposed with English literature lessons at school and the dry teaching and over-analytical approach that discouraged many of my friends from ever really developing an appreciation for books into adulthood?
The wonderfully creative Phil Bradley and his photoshopped World War Posters in support of the Savelibraries campaign can be bought on Zazzle http://www.zazzle.co.uk/philbradley
I volunteer at a library at the weekends; albeit of the large, gothic, academic variety, one that is (hopefully) protected by its affiliation with the University and its Grade I listed status. A beautiful building and an important part of our cultural heritage and history in Manchester that is worlds away from her little local brothers across the UK who are under threat. My desire to be surrounded my books left right and centre and to own them means that, apart from a quick nip in during a few days of unemployment after university, I barely take note of my own little local library (literally two minutes walk from the front door) that I walk past every day on the way to work. The precarious position of this institution today can perhaps coax the worst of us (clearly myself included) out of our exclusive Amazon bubble and consider our local library in the future; next time we reach for that book on the shelf that 'I've heard good things about but I'm not really sure if it'll be my thing'......how about borrowing for a change? One thing is for certain, and that is that our libraries need us, as a future without the option to study and read at one's leisure is a bleak prospect indeed.....