My Folio Addiction (Proof of)

My mum’s been asking me to show her photos of my collection of Folio Society books for a good while now. It’s taken me a long time to honour her request because a) there isn’t much light filtering into my living room which is good for the books, but not for photo-taking and, probably more importantly; b) I hesitate to show just how bonkers I went last year when I decided I should buy ‘a few’ of their gorgeous books. Next thing I knew I was sourcing them from around the world; from the Folio Society directly (housed on Eagle Street in London, UK), where I became a member in April 2013, and from resellers found on AbeBooks and eBay who were willing to part with out of print (or recent) editions at fair prices. I shudder to think how much money was thrown away on shipping from the UK, where the largest cache of Folios resides. Perhaps a plane ticket to Heathrow would have been more economical. I have learned that a Folio Addiction is ruinous no matter what kind of budget one happens to have available. In my case, there was no budget, only a credit card company that is all too willing to advance funds whenever necessary. There is a ‘support’ group called the Folio Society Devotees on LibraryThing. Here the word ‘support’ being synonymous with ‘aiding and abetting’ because unchecked FAD (Folio Acquisition Disorder) is rampant among many members and all are Devoted to the cult of Folio. It was therefore rather worrisome last year when I was singled out by many group members as a virulent FAD case, and while some gently commented that I would find my ruin at this rate, others didn’t hide a certain admiration for my folly. What finally helped me put a stop to this unchecked acquisitive streak was the fact that my credit card finally reached the uppermost limit. But perhaps more importantly, I ran out of shelf space to store my treasures on, and the thought of having to stack my precious books on the floor filled me with so much dread that I vowed I would take an extended break and give the credit card a much needed rest. Presumably, this will give me some time to actually read a few of my gorgeous tomes, which I also like to fondle, and I’ve taken Winston Churchill’s advice in that direction to heart:

“If you cannot read all your books…fondle them—peer into them, let them fall open where they will, read from the first sentence that arrests the eye, set them back on the shelves with your own hands, arrange them on your own plan so that you at least know where they are. Let them be your friends; let them, at any rate, be your acquaintances.”


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2 thoughts on “My Folio Addiction (Proof of)

  1. color-coordinated arrangement – why am I not surprised ? (I was pleased to see the little old table and chair tucked into a corner + the old non-Folio Dante) Thanks for the peek. bisous from your mum

    • color-coordinated arrangement – why am I not surprised ?

      Yes, they are objets d’art to me as well as for reading pleasure, so I could not resist displaying them like that. I sometimes amuse myself by tweaking the arrangement a little for maximum effect, but not too often as I don’t want them to get shelf-worn. The non-Folio Dante sits among several other books you’ve bequeathed me, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. I couldn’t resist putting the Folio Wind in the Willows next to it’s companion Golden Anniversary Scribner edition too.

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