“DEAR JONATHAN SWIFT”: REMEMBERING

BY: JAMES F. O’NEIL

gulliver's travels and other writings by harper honey com Pic of Old Text by HarperHoney.com

James F. O’Neil

2111 Ash Street

Des Plaines

11/29/62

So this is written on the first page of my “textbook” for my 18th Century Literature course in my undergraduate English major program (1962-1964, BA ’64).

I have too many books. Reaching this conclusion (again, as I have noted before), I have been giving away my books to the library. But many, like this volume, have too much writing in them, too many annotated passages in them for the library to accept them. Too much marginalia, too many underlinings and highlightings (mostly in pencil and red ballpoint ink, the latter soaking through the pages; pencil works best).

Thus I have been sorting (again, again) and culling: those books no longer usable (silverfished or book-wormed) or useful have found their lives with me cut short: into the recycle bins. That’s that.

recycle bin arborday foundationCredit: Arbor Day Foundation

The Swift book had a long life with me. By the first page alone, its life and use has time-dates: 11/29/62; 1-15-66 (graduate school, MA ’66); 3-21-68; 9-3-68; 11-18-70; 11-10-71 (dates I taught from the text for undergraduate courses in Minnesota); then a hiatus while I did school administration. The book was again opened 12-11-80 when I was teaching 12th grade English classes in Florida: many memories there, for sure, as my students reacted to the modest proposal, for cooking fattened Irish babies! Next, 11-94, 11-95, 12-2-97, the years I taught British Literature I at a Florida community college. The end.

That was the last time I had need for the text, for I moved on to teach other subjects until retirement in 2003.

The book has sat, has been boxed-unboxed-re-shelved, gathering dust on its pages, as do other unused books that reside in bookcases.  “Some books are to be tasted; others swallowed; and some to be chewed and digested.” [Francis Bacon]

Even though downsizing, I had to keep one page, to remind me of what I learned, of what I remember. I look upon this page (now glued intomy current journal) and see written in pencil, in addition to all the dates of my book’s life, the essence of what I needed to take with me from Gulliver’s Travels:

1. Explain the main point of each voyage, the theme of each book.
2. Explain through the work how “man fails to use his reason.”
3. Discuss the Utopian society in each book. Explain “dystopia.”

Under this handwriting (in cursive, of course with me), I find some other notes of mine: science fiction; Vonnegut. H. G. Wells. Bradbury. Bellamy. Verne. Butler.

the-time-machineNice Cover for The Time Machine

How important Jonathan Swift was. How important the other authors were. Are?

The text is gone. Its residue remains with me: flying machines, time travel (like one of my favorites, The Time Traveler’s Wife?), horses and apes (like Planet of the Apes?), ice-nine, giant octopuses; Erewhon (the novel/place AND the cereal), Dandelion Wine, and Fahrenheit 451 (and now, Fahrenheit 9/11?).

Enough. Enough memories and connections for now. Enough “teaching” and reminders of what was learned or retained from school.

I understand.

So the text was carefully placed into the recycle bin, a text that brought back (brings back?) so many memories of a time. . . .

And so it goes.

But, I have Gulliver’s Travels in my Kindle…

© James F. O’Neil   2015

 

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10 comments
  1. I am currently trying to downsize my oversized library yet again for this new move. Some, I just cannot bear to part with (mostly instructional); some, I have passed on to others (mostly novels). Others will just have to get wedged into the shell-haus in various nooks and crannies until I want to drag them out again. A most excellent read, this piece.

    Alas, while I have a Kindle, it never satisfies like the real thing…

  2. I release most of my books into the wild through Bookcrossing– meaning I leave them in public places for other people to find. But there are some books I just cannot part with. Like my copy of Where the Red Fern Grows. I read it 13 times when I was a girl. The bookmark that I got from the school book fair is still in it.

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  4. Phyllis said:

    Love it — books are definitely ‘friends with benefits’ in the best sense.

  5. I do hate parting with old friends

    • Ditto. Thanks for being out there.

  6. I do not believe any of the college students I’ve taught in the past 10 years would have been capable of reading Gulliver’s Travels in high school (or in college) except those who had been home-schooled in an old-school great books program and older students (35+) who’d gone to school before NCLB and all that.

    • I want to say “Absolutely right.” In the old days? Perhaps those English majors I taught, mostly good ones. But you are right. While researching somewhat for my piece, I found so many editions of Gulliver’s Travels. And the book would NEVER be approved by a school board if they knew it had Gulliver sitting on a woman’s breast–or something like that. :o) “A Modest Proposal” is different. The “kids” liked it mostly–and could understand it. But, “I’m gonna be a Marine. Why do I hafta read this stuff?” Right. BTW: Have you ever read Soldier’s Heart by Elizabeth D. Samet, at West Point? Find a review of it. You might find this work eye-opening. Thanks for the comment. I have missed you. Somehow you got lost in my “I Follow.”

      • It happens. The book looks good. Most of the military type kids (kids?) I taught were young veterans. They wanted ALL of EVERYTHING. It seems there is nothing like “Eye-rack” to make stuff very, very interesting. Heart breaking, really, actually. I imagine teaching high school kids on their way to the “golden dream” of saving the world with a weapon would be completely different, the opposite.

  7. Last line gave me a giggle 🙂

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