One Reader Is A Miracle

Comments   5   Date Arrow  November 22, 2023 at 3:48pm   User  by Mark Willis

[Photo by Ms. Modigliani]

I remember the book I held in my hands that day. I remember the feel of its time-warped, water-stained pages. I remember its murky, moldy river smell, call it the book’s bouquet, suggesting years of storage on the banks of the Seine. Had I bought it then, I could feel and smell it now and know it from a thousand other books in my studio. Its touch and bouquet would transport me into the midst of its terroir, several blocks of the Latin Quarter only a stone’s throw from the river, where it was printed and published, sold and re-sold, read and debated, discarded and read again in other hands — for three centuries. Like the fish that got away, it looms ever larger and more mysterious just below the surface of my memory.

It was a 1745 edition of Voltaire. The price was 45 euros. I had as much cash in my pocket, but that seemed exorbitant for a book slowly composting like leaf-mold. Voltaire never meant that much to me. I was hoping to stumble upon an affordable antiquarian volume of Rabelais. Still, 1745 was 1745, and I liked the smell of leaf-mold…

“You don’t need to buy books,” Ms. Modigliani said after snapping the photo. “You don’t need to read them. Just touching books is what you really want.”

She was right. Until then, she’d always been a little dubious about my passion for collecting books. Charitably, she overlooked the impracticality, the apparent futility of a blind man acquiring (and housing) countless printed volumes he could never read. Patiently and generously, she read to me more than a few obscure books over the years. As we made our way through the bookstalls along the Seine, she gamely surveyed the titles for me, translating snippets of this text or that. She almost succumbed to the passion herself as she haggled with bouquinistes on my behalf. Nonetheless, she couldn’t ignore the incongruity that I might pay more for a musty old book than she would spend for chic new shoes. It seemed, well, profligate.

So it was a moment of deep insight and acceptance when Ms. Modigliani said, “Just touching books is what you really want.” I felt understood then, and loved. How could buying any mere physical object compare with that?

I didn’t buy the book. We walked down Quai des Grands-Augustins to the Institut de France, then turned left onto Rue de Seine. There was Voltaire! Chancing upon his statue unexpectedly must have been an omen. I took a picture as if to prove to myself that I truly was a free agent in this situation. Then I heard a cold marble voice mocking me. Maybe it was an oracle from the terroir. “You should have bought the book.”

[Photo by a blind flaneur]

[This story was published first in September, near the beginning of the blog. I was sad the day it dropped off the bottom of the home page, which holds 20 posts. Like the 1745 volume of Voltaire, maybe no one would ever find or read it again. It remains the most satisfying piece of new writing that I have published here. On this day meant to give thanks it gives me pleasure to read and publish it again to affirm how I am blessed that Ms. Modigliani is my first reader.]

Tagged   Ms. Modigliani · VIe · Ve · Bouquiniste · Paris


  • #1.   a blind flaneur 11.23.2007

    […] One Reader Is A Miracle […]

  • #2.   ms modigliani 11.24.2007

    Ms Modigliani will alway be thrilled to be your “first reader” even if she sometimes misses things that she shouldn’t. I give thanks for the 10 years we have been together and look forward to more decades of reading and finding solace together.

  • #3.   Mark Willis 11.24.2007

    Thanks, Ms. M. You might be interested in this radio piece about reading paper books vs. reading online:

  • #4.   ms modigliani 11.24.2007

    The big question for a writer interested in the miracle of more than one reader seems to be how to get noticed by Oprah. Apparently, book sales go down when Oprah goes on holiday.

  • #5.   Mark Willis 11.24.2007

    Trying to get noticed by Operah is a long-shot akin to getting hit by an asteroid. I like the idea of trusting the long tail and giving it away on a Ritz cracker.

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