I have eight bookshelves.
Just typing that out makes my brow
furrow—who needs /eight/ bookshelves, really? And I should be clear—eight
bookshelves is not enough. These eight bookshelves are groaning under the
weight of all the books I’ve collected over the years. These bookshelves are
stuffed to the gills with more books stacked on top of them.
Gentlemen... Behold!
I’ve always been a bookhound from an early age—my father got
me started reading a lot of high-quality sci-fi and fantasy, and we made
monthly trips to Waldenbooks (back when they had a special card you could get).
Things only escalated when I got out on my own and had a disposable income. I
would estimate I’ve spent easily $50,000 on books in my lifetime, possibly as
much as two or three times that amount.
It’s important to note that the current eight-bookshelf
situation is actually an improvement… once I started working professionally in
the game industry, it was my standard practice to get two copies of everything
I worked on. At a minimum. Plus, working at Fantasy Flight Games provided me
with easy access to tons of extra games at a low discount price, which meant…
well. My eight bookshelves are what remains /after/ I’ve culled through my
collection at least half a dozen times to get rid of stuff I just didn’t care
about or didn’t play. This is after losing a big chunk of books and comics lost
due to a really nasty eviction of my parent’s house (which is an entirely
different story).
Once upon a time, I was one of those guys who swore that I’d
never give up my books. That, no matter how useful pdfs and electronic media
is, no matter how good it looked or
convenient it was to transport or reference… you’d have to pry my books from my
cold, dead hands.
Keep in mind, these are just my RPGs... novels, DVD's, and video games take up four more bookshelves...
Moving out to Texas, though, definitely made me reconsider
my stance. Eight bookshelves is a lot, even for a bibliophile. It’s approaching
Hoarders-level of collecting “stuff.”
So, nowadays, I am definitely looking more at pdfs and electronic media. I am
very, very carefully considering what I collect and want to put on my shelf. In
fact, recently a co-worker offered to sell me a large collection of Judge Dredd
and 2000 AD graphic novels. I mean, these were in great shape, with all the
classic stories and his price was dirt cheap. My inner nerd was saying “Hell
yes! Take the books!” but I had to stop and shake my head. “Sorry,” I told my
colleague. “I’d love to give them a good home… but I have eight bookshelves
full of stuff already and I need to really be careful about what I choose to
keep these days.”
Fortunately, my colleague is a really classy guy. He
laughed, and nodded, and looked me in the eye. “Me too,” he said.
You have too many books already, citizen!
So what did I keep?
I focused on games that I felt had some
intrinsic value to me. That’s obviously a very subjective qualifier—the old
FASA Renegade Legion boxed sets, for example, are something I feel have a very
distinct and unique style that I’ve never quite seen captured before or since.
So I kept them… despite having never played any of them (and if anyone wants to
try out some of these games with me… /please/ contact me!).
I kept anything that had been signed by the author or
developer. I kept any games that I remembered playing and enjoying, or
/wanting/ to play (such as Exalted). I kept anything that I thought I might use
for inspiration someday. And man, that is a long, long, long list.