It isn’t just one of your everyday games.
I give away a lot more books than I used to. Marriage and the essential storage limitations of a two-bed flat made me bite the bullet, and anyway, if I really can’t see myself reading it again – or at least not for another 20 years or so, in which case I might as well just buy a new one – then it’s my duty to release the poor thing back into the wild. So, every couple of weeks sees two or three books sedated, put into a bag and carried up the road to a handy charity shop.
Generally we give our books to Helen & Douglas house, which is both a good cause and local. Best of all, it has a darned good secondhand books section – an alcove the size of a small room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on either side. As the book section of far too many charity shops is essentially a small shelf between the Menswear and Broken Toys sections, I judge our books have the best chance here of finding a new home.
But! Yesterday’s giveaway selection posed a conundrum. Included in it were a book on edible plants in Alaska, and Master of Hawks by Linda E. Bushyager. The former is left over from research for some hack writing. The latter I read because the author is our vicar’s aunt and the black sheep of the family. “Dark,” he says – well, darkly. I wanted to research whether she really is channelling the dark forces in an effort to oust Christ and place the Evil One on the throne of the universe, or whether she is in fact just a really quite differently good writer. As I couldn’t get past about the third chapter, I incline towards the latter. (If it’s the former then the fact of the latter makes it a really bad own goal for the forces of darkness.)
One of those titles has a distinctly limited interest and is unlikely to find an avid reader in Abingdon through Helen & Douglas. The other I had to buy from a specialist online reseller who handles these rare and OOP titles. So, H&D wouldn’t really do it justice either.
Oxfam on the other hand, I gather, have a burgeoning secondhand book business nationwide and so I thought might also have a bibliographic mechanism capable of giving these books their due. So, those two went to Oxfam.
That did however give me further pause for thought, because I learnt of Oxfam’s burgeoning secondhand book business nationwide from this article in the New York Times about the tribulations of a secondhand bookshop in Salisbury. I’ve no idea why the affairs of a bookshop in a provincial English city should attract the attention of the New York Times, but it happened. The contention of the article is that Oxfam is actively putting secondhand bookshops out of business, quite possibly as a deliberate strategy. Which would be a real shame, not to mention a cultural crime. So, was I indeed aiding and abetting the forces of darkness?
It’s a minefield, I tell you.
I went with Oxfam (a) because we don’t have a secondhand bookshop in Abingdon anyway, and (b) as an Oxfamite fairly points out in the article, “if someone’s business model is so marginal that an Oxfam shop opening nearby decimates it, then we are not the problem.”
I am not remotely obsessive about this.