Books as Furniture
A new trend?
I’ve led much of my professional writing life under a range of akas, which encompass parallel identities as book reviewer, translator, erotica author, Regency Romance editor ( Midnight Miracle: A Regency Christmas Romantasy: Saint James, Nola: 9780997842869: Amazon.com: Books) and, under my legal name, poet. The various personas live, at times happily together, at times locked in strange sibling rivalry, for soon-to-be 45 years in an admittedly sparse NYC studio.
I’ve written on this site about how COVID and the related document-shredding led to my collection, I’ll Miss You Later. A side effect was the boxing of a lifetime of books, which were eventually supposed to find their way to thrift shops or recycling centers.
What actually happened
The boxes didn’t leave. Instead, they collaborated in the creation of a bench on which occasional visitors could sit (if, of course, they moved a few books), four nightstands of varying dimensions, and a version of a coffee table — on all of which now new books could be piled.
Which led me to thinking about books and their stories as furniture, particularly as I now have a towering assemblage of my latest book, Inappropriate Poems for Weddings + Funerals, (40 Inappropriate Poems for Weddings + Funerals…
