A Weird Intimacy


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 What I’m thinking is that books, of all the art forms, have a uniquely intimate relationship with the people who own and read them, sharing what I will call a weird immediacy.  Or is it a weird intimacy?  A reader can take a book anywhere and a book can take a reader anywhere, from crossing the Delaware with Washington to the peak of Everest to colonizing Mars and beyond.        

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