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Monday, October 01, 2007

Golden Ages that passed me by

I just came across this fascinating slide show of NYT book ads from what I am told was the "Golden Age of Publishing- 1962-73". Golden Age? Where was I? 1962 was the year I graduated from college. 1963: Marriage. Kids born in 1966, 1969, and 1972. 1973 was the year we moved to New Jersey, feeling more than a little dizzy and disoriented after 5 apartments and 3 houses, including outposts in Brooklyn Heights, St. Louis, Rochester, South Bend, and West Hartford. Looking back, it feels (has always felt) that 1973 was the beginning of my life as a grown-up. But what happened during those in-between years? Somehow I lived through them, in a kind of fog, pretty much oblivious to the culture, not to mention the counter-culture. No "golden age" for me, that's for sure!

Did I ever read a book during that time? Not many. So odd, since I've always thought of myself as a reader! Cookbooks, yes. Books on art and architecture (a growing passion that would lead to graduate school a few years later), yes. Stuff about raising kids, no doubt. But literature? History? Politics? Not on my radar then.

I wasn't completely unconscious. As I watch the slide show I do recognize the cast of characters, most of whom I caught up with later. But it's a Golden Age I never really know about. Strange.
Added: OK, to be fair, it was a golden age of book ADS, not of books themselves. Still.


Blogger SuperMom said...

Well, think of it this way: now you have so much more to choose from than your contemporaries who might have been reading the books you missed. They can never enjoy the first read of some of the (hopefully!) incredible books whereas you still have that prospect ahead of you.

Happy reading!

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