Before we get started, I'll have you know that I'm
participating in NaBloPoMo (yes, try to say it, and see where that gets
you). This means I am going to attempt to post every single day from
now to June 30, and I fear that the depth and richness of my posts (or
at least the length) will be…compromised. So I am prefixing all with
this caveat emptor. Though there is no emptor-ing going on, which is a
story for another day.
So here is the not-at-all-literary question: what am I
supposed to do with the dust jackets to books that are strewn all
around the house? Diana appears to be allergic to dust jackets, to
respond to them the way I do to perfumed inserts in magazines: get rid
of them as quickly as possible.
Which means, of course, that they are everywhere. And I, in my futile
and Sisyphean way, pick them up and fold them back around the book in
question, if I can find it, and repeat.
Because…I don't know, aren't they supposed to be there? Don't they
protect the book, from dust or something? Aren't they important for 50
years from now when we discover that have an incredibly valuable copy
of some book, the one collectors are clamoring for? And my
grandchildren-to-be will only be able to afford college (or whatever
passes for college in 2060) if they can sell the first edition,
complete with dust jacket. (Never mind the by-now-petrified toast
crumbs etc between the pages.) Doesn't that mean I should save them?
Also, they're pretty (some of them, anyway) and it feels weird and
wrong to dump them in the recycling. Except that's what I've taken to
doing. I find it, I recycle it. But can this be the right thing to do? What do you think?