Collecting Old Books
AS everyone might know, collecting old books is not quite easy. It takes time, much effort and much money too so that one needs patience and resilience. If not, one easily gives up collecting old books.
When a person can collect the books he wants, he will definitely be the happiest person in the world and it adds credits to his relentless endeavor. And, the satisfaction resulting from the complete collection of works is quite charming, and fulfilled. Therefore, there are some private collectors who like to collect the whole set of a certain author or a certain field.
Once Lin heard from his uncle, who told him that a famous physician in the city liked to collect the whole set of James Bond and he bought the books wherever he could find them. Lin marvel at such an adamant passion.
For Lin, at first, he just collected a few books in his affordable means. Later, he continued to collect old books, especially books on Burma because when he saw them, he was happy and complacent. He did not know why he loved old books.
In the book collecting circle, some books on Burma are in the list of rare books which might claim a few hundred dollars to purchase them. Lin knew some of the rare books such as History of Rangoon, Old Burma Early Pagan, etc.
In his bookshelves, old books were occupied the racks. Seeing them, he felt proud and satisfied. Lin had got a plan to do with them later in his life, he might set up a public library with his collection or he would hold an exhibition with those books. It was with this purpose he had been collecting them painstakingly.
In Yangon, Pansodan Street and it’s environ 37th Street in Yangon were famous for availability of second-hand books and there are some other second-hand book stalls along Bogyoke Aung San Road where a group of cinema halls sprawled.
These places were the venues or haunts for local writer’s circle or literature enthusiasts whether they may be a university student, a graduate, a government officer, a company employer or employee, or a scholar walks down on these streets, looking for the books they wanted to read.
They chose these places because they could get the books they wanted with cheap price and they could choose them at their own disposal. They could also meet their friends, or made an appointment with them at teashops near the bookshops for chatting. Talking literature or books over a cup of tea was very enjoyable. And, that pleasure was addicted too.
Lin knew that those used books came into the hands of second-hand booksellers through one of these means: some families sold old books which were once read and admired by their grandpas, uncles or fathers to booksellers in these streets when those persons passed away. Or they sold them when they moved to new cities or towns when books became burdensome for them.
Old booksellers knew where and how they could find those books, and they were very good at hunting and stalking them. Even they knew that at which part of the country had the most reading rate. Some book hunters rushed to the shops in the quarters where they could obtain books. Those shops were meant for buying old stuff like tin pots, broken radios or TVs, or outdated newspaper.
The shop runners were mostly Indians to whom the second-hand book vendors negotiated the prices of the old books which were ready to send to the paper making factory. It was like they saved old books from disappearing from the scene. Those people did not know much about the value of books and so, the book hunters could negotiate with them easily as long as they paid them for those books.
When old booksellers got those old books, they repaired them a bit by gluing this and that, even some books were bonded with thick paper or cards to restore the condition of the books or to extend the books’ lives.
In that way, old books became survive in the hands of the book lovers again and they could claim more prices than before. Through old books, people could learn a lot of things relating to history, literature, grammars, and others.
In that reason, Lin walked down on these streets to look back into the past history of the city, and the nation as well as to enhance his knowledge. He received this habit from his uncle who explained about the importance of history to define one’s existence in the contemporary context.
Once his uncle told Lin, “Lin, study history well. You need to know the history and when you know it, you will know what you should do in the future. Your view will also be widened.” Lin remembered those words.
Because of frequent visits to old book selling streets, he befriended with some booksellers who readily welcomed and invited him to have a cup of tea at a nearby teashop. At that time, he accepted their invitation, but sometimes when he had jobs to do, he simply reclined their offer by saying them that they could keep it for the next time.
A bookseller named U Tin reduced book price when Lin wanted a book from him. Lin respected booksellers like U Tin because though their income was meager, they showed much happiness to do this business. It seemed that their lives were perfect with reading books alone.
Sometimes, U Tin told Lin, “Lin, my dear, you know, you should not be shortage of your knowledge. You need to fill up your knowledge tank with reading. Reading will make you a perfect man. As you know, we are the provider of knowledge but some think that we sell cheap. Imagine how important our role in the society.”
He nodded his head with a smile on his face while he was saying and took a gulp of tea instantly. Lin wondered how these kinds of people were living sanguinely in the city. They did not know market economy or market demand. They just simply sold books to people as the way they liked to sell.
Chapter-6 2016, Dec, 37th Street, at a local teashop LIN was a bit interested in talking about books and literature. Today, he had an appointment with his friend Oo at Seik Ku Thit (New Idea) teashop on 37th Street. Normally, they met each other for enjoying literature talks and other small pieces of stuff on Saturday morning when they had free time. Lin was looking impatiently at his watch which said half-past eleven. Today, Lin wore a short-sleeve white shirt, and a Karen longyi (man’s sarong). The costume made him high-spirited. He thought that today’s sun was not as hot as last week because he sensed that the winter started to unfold its coldness in the city, making it more livable. In the early morning, he noticed that mist was falling down shortly when he opened his window to see the first sunlight. He saw corrugated roofs were wet with mildew. At this time, he li
2017, January, downtown YangonLIN was thinking about the author C. J Richards and asking the same question again and again because the curiosity was gnawing his conscience. He really wanted to find out about this author’s life such as where he was born, where he was educated, why he chose to come to Burma, etc.Even he tried to find the author on Google, but only a few facts appeared. He was wondering where this author spent his life after his retirement from I.C.S (Indian Civil Service) in 1947 just before the country Burma (now it is called Myanmar) gained its independence in 1948.Lin was placing the poetry book on his lap, and staring into the distance from the balcony which was on the sixth floor of the downtown building on 40th Street. Although he was at the balcony, he felt no stirring of wind. So, he thought that it was another rather hot day in January.Actually, this was not his apartment, but it was h
2017, January, Downtown YangonIT was Saturday. Lin was free from his job. Lin sat at the desk, looking out from the window, staring at the coconut trees which flanked their house fence. On the desk, there were a box for pens and a book was open on the table. It seemed that Lin was reading a book.Lin was looking at the stirring palm leaves of the coconut trees which bore a clump of several coconut fruits. His glance moved from coconut trees to the sky which was sky blue and clear. It seemed that today would be fine.Last night his uncle U Thein Lwin related some history of Rangoon. It was a very interesting topic his uncle told him. It was also remarkable. Rangoon was used to call Dagon in Myanmar King and Mon King’s times.When King Alaungpaya won Dagon city from Mon’s hands in 1755, he changed the name into “Yangon”, which means “End of Strife”. But to the ears of British, they prefer to pro
2017, January, Downtown YangonLIN went over to Oo’s place on the next day to retrieve his poetry book as soon as the day came in. He did not sleep well last night. He was worried about the loss of the book and his mind was tittered with whether he would get it again or lose forever.A boiled pea seller’s cry from the street outside pierced through Lin’s bedroom to wake up his sleep which he got from late in the early morning. Even the sun rays passing through his window already shone on the wooden floor. Lin sat up on his bed with a little bit drowsy.Lin’s bedroom was strewn with books, lying on the floor because he liked to pile the books on the floor. But, his uncle U Thein Lwin preferred keeping books on shelves to place them on the floor.He glanced at the table clock which said seven-thirty. He thought that he should go to Oo’s apartment after taking a bath. When he finished taking a bat
2017, January, YangonTWO weeks had gone. Lin did not get any news from Oo, and he started to feel frustrated and it was hard to concentrate on the job at this state of mind. He wondered what he should do. He was waiting for Oo’s call all the time. But, he was trapped in his threat to Oo. If Oo could not find the similar book, their friendship would be an end.Lin got back home from his job, going around the downtown book stores to collect book orders for next delivery. With heaviness in mind, he felt a little bit tired. At the entrance of the house, Lin paused for a while, with his head downward, trying to control his agitated and wandering mind.When he got inside the house, his uncle U Thein Lwin greeted Lin, and called him to come over to him. “Lin, come over here. Here some tea for you.”Lin approached his uncle with slow paces and he sat down beside his uncle’s armchair. Then, his uncle inquired soft
2017, February, Golden Valley, YangonTHE taxi dropped Lin and Oo at the gate which said No. 35, Golden Valley. Oo pressed the bell at the gate. Before their eyes, they saw some padauk trees with thick foliage were standing quietly.The compound was spacious, and quiet, being free from the noises of downtown Yangon. Within minutes, a doorman appeared at the gate and ushered them in.Oo said, “We came here to see U Aung Aye Myint.”When they entered the living room from the balcony, Lin noticed a wooden settee in it. They both sat down on rattan chairs and waited for U Aung Aye Myint. During the time, they both browsed their eyes around the living room.On the wall facing them, they saw an oil painting depicting the natural beauty of Bagan in silhouette but they could not figure out who the painter was. They both were feasting their eyes on it, feeling wonderful at the artwork done by one of Myanmar art
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1920-21, RangoonEveryone on Bibby Liner became agitated when the ship was entering the channel of Rangoon River. They felt less worried after passing the famous, dangerous reef at the mouth of the river. The channel became less perilous after Captain Frazer planned to build the lighthouse at the point chosen by Scottish Light House Engineer who happened to be the uncle of famous author Robert Louis Stevenson.Also, Cecil was excited so that he closed the book he was reading. His excitement became more intense when he beheld the golden spire from the starboard of the ship he was in. He knew that in a few hours, he would be arriving in Rangoon. He saw other passengers standing very near to the rail, looking ahead of them.Some white handkerchief dropped from someone’s hands and was flipping across by the wind until it finally landed onto the surface of the water. Cecil was looking after it and his eyes went down to the water
2019, March, Yangon With panting and perspiring, Lin woke up suddenly after having dreamt a bad dream. The room was dark and so, he was trying to fumble a jar of water and a cup beside his bed to cool him down. He found the jar and poured water into the cup and drank it after turning on the light bulb. Soon, he felt at ease. When he watched the clock, it said half-past one.He was fully awake and he knew that sleep would not come easily to him in this situation. He did not also want to lie down on the bed again. He stood up from the bed and walked outside. He tiptoed out of his room because he did not want to disturb his uncle’s sleep. When he was out of the house, Lin inhaled fresh air fully.He walked to and fro in front of the house for a while before he sat down on a charpoy under a mango tree. He was looking up at the night sky and found a crescent moon and several stars. Apparently, they were looking down at him. The who
2019, March, a literary event at Pansodan Scene, Yangon On Saturday, a week away from Valentines’ Day, Eli called Lin to come down to Pansodan Scene for a literary event and she thought that it would interest Lin. Lin reached Pansodan Scene at around 11 to attend the literary event.At first, he did not know what the event was. Later, when he entered the room, he saw “James Joyce’s event” organized by an Irish poet who lived in Yangon. When Eli saw Lin, she called him to sit beside her on a bench.Lin readily joined Eli who introduced him to the Irish poet who was also M.C of the event and the organizer of the event. The Irish poet extended his hand to Lin who shook his hands with him.Soon, the event opened and Lin saw some writers including Myanmar writers and foreign writers who would read some extracts from James Joyce’s works. For Lin, James Joyce's Dubliners always inspired Him. He really envied his li
2019, February, a literary walk, downtown YangonLin thought that on Sunday, he should take a literary walk in downtown Yangon. It was a part of his future plan because he would begin a literary walk around downtown. He needed to know some spots that were related to literary history and themes He discussed his plan with his uncle who told him that it was a good idea and encouraged him to do it pronto.. . .On Sunday, Lin left his house for downtown. While he was walking in the downtown streets, he asked this question, as for a Yangonite, what would be the best thing he or she could expect in a city like Yangon, formerly known as Rangoon, apart from its burgeoning gorgeous restaurants, and splendid bars.Apparently, Yangon was never devoid of the fun and excitement any city dweller was looking for. In the downtown area, there were several colonial buildings that still maintained their grandeur and significance to visitors and vie
2019, February, Valentines’ Day, YangonLin would meet Eli on Valentines’ Day and Eli was quite happy about it. So, she exclaimed, “Valentine’s Day!” What thrilling word for me. Eli thought. She knew that this year Valentine’s Day would be really special for her because Lin and she became a couple, a month ago.It was such a happiness she felt when they found out they loved each other, especially reading his poem. She thought that one of the most blessed moments of their life was loving and understanding each other.She knew that Lin would love her sincerely because he must have spent much time to write a poem to court her. Every time, they met, he showed much care about her. Not a single time, he missed that task of taking care of her.Eli noticed that Lin all the time glanced at her whenever they met but he never came too close, and he kept his own distance. At first, he seemed a little bit far from h
2019, January, A Talk on Foreign Writers, Freelance Writer’s Club, YangonIt had been two days since Lin arrived back in Yangon from Mandalay's trip. When he went to the journal office, Editor John told him that there would be a literary talk organized by Freelance Writer’s Club.Editor John asked Lin whether Lin wanted to take part in it or not. If he was willing to participate, John could arrange for that. It would start on coming Saturday. Lin thought for a while and he agreed to take part in it. He told John that he would talk about foreign writers who ever visited Yangon (then known as Rangoon).John agreed that and he asked Lin to prepare a PowerPoint presentation. Lin counted the days and learned that it was five days away. When he left the office, he called Eli to come down to FWC on coming Saturday at about 10 am and he invited Oo and Pan Che to attend.. . .When Lin got back home, he took out some books
2019, January, A Trip to MandalayIn the first week of January, Lin’s uncle U Thein Lwin told Lin that he would go to Mandalay and he would like Lin to accompany him. They would go there by train. Lin called Eli and Oo that he would go on a trip to Mandalay on the second week of January and he would be back in three or four days.He told them that he would bring Htoe Mote (a kind of Myanmar delicacy) and Lapet (picked tea leaves) for them as souvenirs. Eli said Lin should take care of his health and she would come to see him off at the train station. Later, Lin called his editor John and explained to him that he would also visit some interesting places in Mandalay and he would contribute some stories of them to the journal after his trip. His editor agreed and so, Lin felt quite happy.. . .On the day when Lin left for Mandalay, at the train station, Eli arrived and saw him off. His uncle U Thein Lwin asked him wh
2018, December, New Year’s Eve, YangonOn the cab, Eli was thinking about Lin who gave her a poem on Christmas Night. She looked around to see Lin who was standing and waving at her at the corner. On the way home, she was so excited that she did not remember the time when she got home.On that night, she could not sleep well after reading the poem. It was so well-written and it could express the real feeling of Lin towards her. She was reflecting when she got firstly met Lin. Pan Che introduced her to Lin who was energetic and hard-working.She also liked his style and his relentless endeavor. She read the poem again and again until her eyes seemed droopy and finally, she slept. In the dream, she saw Lin who smiled down at him while he was extending his hand that she grasped.Soon, they were in a park, all beautiful flowers around them with butterflies flapping their colorful wings while both of them were enjoying the sceneries. At
2018, December, downtown YangonLast night, when he came back from the classical music concert at Chatrium Hotel, Lin could not sleep well because he was thinking about Eli. He thought that he had fallen in love with her. But, he could not reveal his real feelings to her because he thought that their friendship could be ruined if he disclosed his feeling towards her.He was rolling over the bed, sighing several times. He thought that he should talk it with Oo who would be back in Yangon tomorrow after their honeymoon trip. He wondered what Oo would say about that. He felt a little bit worried because if things went wrong, he could lose friends.Finally, an idea entered his head and he sat upon his bed before he went over to his table. He picked up a pen and wrote a poem. He felt that his feelings were dripping into the tip of the pen. It took nearly half an hour to finish the poem that he intended to give Eli.He felt satisfied now. At ab
2018, December, Chatrium Hotel, YangonLin was longing to meet his friend Oo and Pan Che who would be back on the morning of Christmas Day. When he called them, they said that they were now in Dawei and they would take tomorrow’s morning flight to fly back to Yangon.These days he had several assignments and appointments because the editor John told him that their media company would publish a weekly journal soon. He was happy for being busy but he thought that he would have less time to meet friends.At that time, a phone call came in and he picked up to hear Eli’s voice. Eli said, “Lin, it’s Eli. Are you free this evening around 7 p.m? I would like to go to a classical music concert at Chatrium Hotel. Can you accompany me there?”When Eli called, Lin was sitting at his writing desk and he was about to finish his last article on contemporary Myanmar art. He quickly replied, “Sure, Eli. I am free this e