Friday, September 9, 2011

Jacqueline West's Bookshelf

The bookshelf that has had the most powerful impact on me was a white plank balanced on two brackets that were bolted to the wall of my childhood bedroom. The shelf hung directly above my bed, which was covered by a shiny purple polyester bedspread. Bouncing too exuberantly on that slippery spread could (and did) lead to occasional bookshelf-related head injuries. But that’s not the kind of impact I mean.

As a child, I did not believe that I would grow up to be a writer, let alone a writer who wrote for other children. I’d never met a real writer, and most of the authors whose work I loved lived far away or had died long ago, which made them seem almost like literary characters themselves. Besides, I loved stories with such unquestioning devotion that I wouldn’t have believed a real, human person—one with an occasionally runny nose, and clothes that sometimes got smelly, and all the ordinary self-doubt and fears and tendencies to misspell certain words that plague most of us—had actually sat down and written them. 
           
On that shelf above my bed, I kept the collection of books that were my very own. Most of them were gifts, but some were purchased with my own three-dollar allowance, ordered from those Scholastic book fliers they passed out to grade-schoolers once a month. I read—and reread and reread—these books with the kind of love that might only belong to young readers. I can still remember almost every book that stood on that shelf, interspersed with my most precious souvenirs and knickknacks (many of which were also shiny and purple). 

All of A. A. Milne’s Winnie-the-Pooh books. The Paddington Bear collection. The Bunnicula series by James Howe. Illustrated fairy tales. The Wind in the Willows. Matilda. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Several volumes of Trixie Belden. The Secret Garden. Everything by Bill Watterson that I could get my hands on (or that I could sneak away from my brothers). Anne of Green Gables. My garage-sale copy of Little Women, which I read so many times (often starting over the moment I got to the end) that the page corners were worn as soft as velvet. 

I read these books unjudgmentally, with complete faith in the characters and their stories. I paid no attention to style or technique…but I think I absorbed it subconsciously, or even subcutaneously. These books became a part of my writing DNA. Now, as a grown-up writer, I hear their voices in my own voice, just like I sometimes hear my dad’s phrasing or my mom’s laugh coming out of my mouth. The white plank shelf is long gone, but I still own many of those books—and even if I’d lost every volume, their influence would still be permanent.         
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Jacqueline West is the author of The Books of Elsewhere (www.thebooksofelsewhere.com), a fantasy series for young readers that debuted from Dial/Penguin in 2010.  Her poetry and short fiction have appeared in journals including ChiZine, Strange Horizons, Ideomancer, The Reflection's Edge, and The Pedestal Magazine.  Visit her at www.jacquelinewest.com.

3 comments:

  1. Thank you for your bookshelf post. I, too, loved Little Women and it was only after the fact that I realized of my four girls, I had named one Beth (Elizabeth) and another Jo (Joanna). The influence of childhood favorites stays with us forever.

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  2. Anonymous8/31/2012

    i love you jacqueline west you are awesome and amazing and aghhh you are so awesome i love you so so much. plase make another because YOU ARE SOOOOOOO AWESOME!!!!!! you blow me away. you are so awesome i can't even explain how awsome. I always talk about your books and my family always ask me what i'm talking about. you are so so so so AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!! these books are the greatest books since since since..... well these books are just so awesome. they are to awesome. these books are like to my addiction to coconuts and elephants. and trust i freak when i see coconuts and elephants. if together i would jump 500 hundred feet in the air. just kidding, but I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BOOKS.
    Sincerely,
    One of your biggest fans

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  3. Anonymous8/31/2012

    dear jacqueline,
    LOVE YOU

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