Halifax Central Library. (Adam Mørk/Halifax Public Libraries)

Halifax Central Library. (Adam Mørk/Halifax Public Libraries)

Coding workshops. 3D printers. And books. Far from extinct, today’s public library is about access to technology as much as to knowledge…

On any given day, in one of the world’s busiest urban library systems, 50,000 people come through the doors of the Toronto Public Library’s 100 branches, while 85,000 make an online visit. The walk-ins bring their coffee and their lunches; they talk and watch TV while charging their phones; they do their homework, often via thousands of computer sessions; they make videos or create objects with 3D printers; take classes in computer coding or yoga; attend author talks or listen to experts offer advice for those looking after elderly relatives; access video tutorials on everything from website design to small business management from Lynda.com (an American online education giant that offers 3,600 courses taught by industry experts). Together with their online fellows, they borrow musical instruments, passes to the city’s art galleries and museums, WiFi hotspots, lamps that battle seasonal affective disorder, Raspberry Pis (small, single-board computers primarily used for coding training), DVDs, more than 12,000 ebooks and—of course—plain old print-and-ink books, a good 90,000 of them every day. All at no cost.

Increasingly—and deliberately—patrons do all this while gazing out through glass walls, both interior and exterior, at supportive local communities that look right back at them. The old clichés simply don’t work with the contemporary library. No, it’s not your grandfather’s library—for Baby Boomers, it’s not even the library of their childhood, let alone the library most predictions imagined 20 years ago. If there was one major player in the past century’s information ecosystem that observers thought would likely be driven into extinction by the new millennium’s digital revolution, it was the public library. Instead, Canada’s librarians have, with remarkable adroitness, turned their institutions into a key bridge over what they call the “digital divide” and an essential community hub in modern urban settings.

In Halifax, says Asa Kachan, chief librarian and CEO of Halifax Public Libraries, the new flagship Central Library, with its striking, cantilevered fifth floor, is a point of civic pride. Local entrepreneurs bring potential investors there for a coffee, and realtors tell her it’s a major draw for downtown condo sales. It’s a visible sign, she says happily, of a contemporary city, “of a vibrant intellectual community.” And Nova Scotia’s capital isn’t alone in thinking investing in libraries is a wise use of public funds. After a decade of discussions that led seemingly nowhere, Saskatoon is opening public hearings for its new central branch. In Edmonton, Pilar Martinez, CEO of the Edmonton Public Library, citing “tremendous support” from the city, is watching over the $69-million renovation of its downtown library, slated to be finished in 2020. Calgary’s new $245-million central branch opens this year, while Ottawa’s planned $168-million library is an integral part of the city’s redevelopment plan.

Library systems are tightly tied to their hometowns, both financially—80 to 90 per cent of their funding is municipal—and culturally, meaning they are instinctively as well as practically aligned with urban ideals. “We are a huge part of Toronto’s delivery system,” says city librarian Vickery Bowles, who has been in charge of the Toronto Public Library since 2014. “We are part of its poverty-reduction strategy—putting more resources in branches in particularly at-risk neighbourhoods—and part of its newcomer strategy. Libraries are among the first places immigrants and refugees come to, and some of our branches have federally supported settlement workers.” Martinez’s Edmonton system has settlement workers too, and social workers at three branches: “A lot of clients prefer coming here—there is absolutely no stigma in going to the library.”

In library branches across the country, there is increasing emphasis on community health, from seniors’ isolation to nutrition. Edmonton’s downtown branch has a culinary centre that offers a place to prepare food. In Halifax, says Kachan, “the city has a produce bus, taking good food to places it’s not so easy to come by, and we follow it. We do pop-up libraries where the bus stops, with food-themed books. We have cooking classes.” Hence the welcome extended to those bearing their sustenance with them: anyone who can recall being asked to leave a library when caught nibbling in a corner—here’s looking at you, Barrie Public Library circa 1967—can still be startled by the feel-at-home aura of contemporary branches.

“We’ve rid ourselves of a lot of encumbrances,” says Kachan. “The no-food, no-talking rules, all the barriers that are mysterious for newcomers. If we get this right—and Canadian libraries have been getting it right—we become more valuable to our communities.” So libraries have opened for more hours and more days—and kept the WiFi on when they are closed, so students can access it outdoors in good weather—loaned more out and let more in. “I care more about citizens feeling welcome in the library than about them spilling coffee on a paperback,” says Kachan. “We can always get another copy.”

That’s why library walls today are “porous,” says Martinez, speaking metaphorically about her system’s outreach, and literally made of glass, according to Kachan. “The program rooms have blinds if they are needed, but when they’re not, those blinds stay up and the gathering becomes part of this big, not-closed-off, light-right-through-it public space.”

For two centuries, libraries have been vital public institutions and crucial factors in socio-economic advancement—“bastions of democracy,” in Kachan’s words. But if the 19th- and 20th-century library was about access to knowledge, Bowles says, the 21st-century library is about access to technology, not just acquiring knowledge but creating it. Local responsiveness, like the radon-testing kits Halifax loans out (“a huge issue in Nova Scotia,” says Kachan), is a core value, even on a micro level. Fiona O’Connor, head of Toronto’s glass-walled Fort York branch, tracks what her patrons check out: “I see a huge interest in cookbooks and health and wellness books, and I start looking for programming that matches that.”

But digital inclusion, the impetus behind the coding classes and the 3D printers and the WiFi hotspot loans, matters most, says Bowles, echoed by librarians across the country. She wants her branches to provide the same access to technology that “all the rest of us have” to those who can’t afford it. Libraries have successfully managed two revolutions since the 19th century, Kachan adds. The first was when cheaper mass printing “allowed people to actually put their hands on the collections,” browsing the shelves to see what piqued their interest and taking books home. The second is happening now: “If all this belongs to the public, we need to turn it into a trusted resource for a lifetime. So much you could once do in person—getting a fishing licence, say—you now do online. If you don’t have those skills or resources, you’re in trouble. That’s the second revolution: libraries now lend out the means as much as the ends, and we support the learning.”



Posted by: bluesyemre | October 23, 2018

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Posted by: bluesyemre | October 23, 2018

12 Authors write about the #Libraries they love


Matt Dorfman

For most readers and writers — and book lovers in general — the library holds a special place of honor and respect. We asked several authors to tell us about their local public library or to share a memory of a library from their past.

[ Read Michael Lewis’s review of “The Library Book,” by Susan Orlean. ]

The first library I knew was an upstairs room over a storefront in my little Kentucky town, with a librarian who didn’t approve of children handling books. (I begged; she relented.) The second was a van kitted out with bookshelves and sent out on the rounds of our rural county, a godsend to children and many adults who had no easy way of getting to town. The Bookmobile was the whole world parked on my gravel road. It came once a month, and we were allowed only three books at a time, but the Bookmobile lady had a heart. She let me check out as many as I could carry.

Everywhere I’ve gone since, I’ve found libraries. Those of us launched from bare-bones schools in uncelebrated places will always find particular grace in a library, where the temple doors are thrown wide to all believers, regardless of pedigree. Nowadays I have the normal professional reliance on internet research, but my heart still belongs to the church of the original source. Every book I’ve written has some magic in it I found in physical stacks or archives.

Or the facade, in the case of my first novel. The library I frequented in Tucson was draped in wisteria with long, dangling pods: the bean trees. For my latest, it was a cache of letters Charles Darwin wrote to a lady scientist in Vineland, N.J. Once it was a very old Kikongo-English dictionary I found in the University of Arizona library’s special collections. It wasn’t supposed to leave the room, but I am persuasive. I said, “Something good could happen if you let me borrow this book.” I took it home; a novel called “The Poisonwood Bible” happened.

This is my thank-you note to every librarian who’s ever helped a kid like me, nobody from nowhere, find her doorway through a library shelf into citizenship of the world. If one of them ever begs you to bend the rules, I’m going to say: Let her do it.

— Barbara Kingsolver, “Unsheltered”


Ángel Franco/The New York Times

These are some of the things you can do at the St. Louis County libraries: check out books; check out a ukulele or banjo; take Coding 101 classes (if you’re a kid); earn a high school diploma online (if you’re an adult); eat a free lunch in the summer, including pizza on Fridays.

These are some of the things I personally have done at the St. Louis County Library headquarters, located in a suburb across from a shopping mall: celebrated the publication of my two most recent books by giving readings; had my picture taken for a magazine article; attended readings by Colson Whitehead, Emily Giffin, Ron Suskind, Tracy Chevalier, George Hodgman, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and many other authors.

Two of my peak St. Louis experiences — as in the most intensely St. Louisiest — occurred at the county library headquarters. In 2007, when we’d been living here just a few months, my then-fiancé and now-husband and I attended a reading by Jonathan Franzen. To some in the book world, Franzen is a talented curmudgeon. To St. Louisans, he is a hometown boy made good, and we are very proud of him.

At Franzen’s 2007 event, he read an essay about selling his parents’ house, located in a neighborhood just a few miles away from where he stood. During the Q. and A. session, it emerged that quite a few people in the audience knew Franzen or his family and perhaps even made cameos in his nonfiction. I was filled with a good and surprising feeling: Because I now live in St. Louis, I thought, I will have experiences, including literary experiences, that I wouldn’t have if I lived elsewhere.

Ten years later, I was invited to conduct an onstage interview that was also a library fund-raiser with another beloved native son: the actor Jon Hamm. More than 800 people, about 95 percent of whom were women, were crammed into chairs set up in the space usually occupied by bookshelves, and those of us who weren’t already smitten with Hamm before he spoke certainly were after. He was charming and funny and unreasonably handsome as he acknowledged that St. Louis is a city with both serious problems and many wonderful qualities. This past August, I moved to Minneapolis. But that hunch I’d had a decade before, in the very same building, had been borne out: In the library and elsewhere, because I lived in St. Louis, I have had experiences I wouldn’t have had if I lived elsewhere.

— Curtis Sittenfeld, “You Think It, I’ll Say It”


Damon Winter/The New York Times

When I was a boy, in the school holidays, from the age of 7, my parents would drop me at the local library on their way to work. It was a ritual, and it was why I loved the holidays. The library was a red brick building on the London Road in East Grinstead.

In the beginning, I would head for the children’s library, in the back, open the card index, which listed books by subject, and explore ghosts or magic, time travel or space. I would find a book I liked, and read everything by the author. I discovered that the librarians could, through the wonder of the interlibrary loan, get me books they did not have, and that they would. As far as the librarians were concerned, I was just another customer, and I was treated with a level of respect that I don’t recall getting anywhere else, even at school.

Eventually, I just started reading the children’s library alphabetically, working my way through it author by author. I cannot imagine being happier than that. I would walk home when the library closed at 6, and be home in time for dinner. It was a perfect arrangement, one marred only by hunger, so I would take a sandwich in a plastic bag, and grudgingly head outside to the parking lot to scoff it as quickly and efficiently as I could. Eating time was not reading time.

As I entered my teen years I had read the children’s library and so moved into the adult library. Nobody tried to stop me. I discovered that reading it alphabetically meant that I was encountering a number of very dull books indeed, so I started moving through looking for favorite authors — Brian Aldiss in the A’s, Ursula K. Le Guin in the G’s, R. A. Lafferty in the L’s and so on. By this time I was walking to the library in the morning, walking home at night when they closed. It was still my favorite place in the world. They knocked it down and built a new library when I was 17, and now that library too is gone.

Librarians sometimes discourage me from telling this story. They point out that libraries should not be seen or used as child-minding services, and that feral children should be discouraged from raising themselves in the shelves and the stacks. These things are true.

Still, if there is a heaven, one of the many mansions it must contain is a red brick Victorian building, all wood and shelves, waiting for me. And the shelves will be filled with books by beloved authors, as good as or better than the ones I knew. I will read my way through the adult library, and then, to attain perfect bliss, I will enter the children’s library, and never need to leave it. Not even to eat my sandwiches in the parking lot.

— Neil Gaiman, “American Gods”

I was 6 when my father walked me to my first library, two blocks away from home, in Oakland, Calif. It was an old red brick building with fancy castle embellishments and gigantic double doors a child would not have been strong enough to push open. As I stood in the vast room, I felt tiny and timid. The only places I’d been with ceilings this high were the church and the hospital. The first provided provisos for entering heaven, and the other contained fever, pain and terror. This enormous room, I soon learned, was like a toy store where everything was free. My parents rarely bought children’s books. Why pay money for something that could be read in an hour and was then used up?

The children’s section was on the left closest to the tall gothic windows. The easiest books were on the bottom. Since I could already read, I knew I should choose books on higher shelves, the harder books. That would show I was smarter than other kids my age. I realize now this was evidence I knew the concept of competition and its consequences of either pride or shame. In my family, anything easy was not worth doing. But here, I was allowed to choose for myself and whatever was within those books would remain private.

My first library gave me the freedom to exist in private, to choose and even be greedy. I took 10 books the first time — illustrated books, fables, fairy tales and happy stories of white children and their kind parents. A week later, now initiated, I was allowed to walk to the library by myself, carrying the 10 books I had finished reading, knowing I could choose many more to furnish my vast secret room, my imagination, all mine.

— Amy Tan, “Where the Past Begins”


Damon Winter/The New York Times

Books, Mama tells me before dropping me off at the Medgar Evers Library, are portals into black survival in America. Mama believes if I can read, write and master everything white Mississippians deem literary, I will be more likely to anticipate and evade the worst parts of my state, and the most terrifying parts of my country.

I am 10 years old and this makes little sense to me.

No matter what time of the day, the Medgar Evers Library smells like damp carpet and sugar cane. There is a dusty little bowl of chewy, sugary orange slices at the librarian’s desk next to a sign that says “Just Say No.”

That sign makes me laugh.

To Mama and other grown folks in Jackson, Miss., libraries are training grounds. I train at home, where books line the wall. I train in the massive library on the campus of Jackson State University while Mama teaches political science classes. I train in a tiny library held up by cinderblocks at Holy Family Catholic School.

Compared to the libraries I usually train in, Medgar Evers is bare, but the prominently displayed books there are written by black authors.

There is a small section in the library focused on the work of Langston Hughes.

Mama thinks I’ve read every word of the books she assigns. The truth is that I’ve never read any book cover to cover except “Anansi the Spider.” Today, while I spread out on the floor next to the Highlight magazines, I read a book called “Langston Hughes: Poet of His People” cover to cover.

For the first time in my life, I am not rushing to turn a page. I reread passages I don’t understand. I reread passages I understand far too well. I check the book out so I can reread it when I get home.

Mama asks what I read when I get in the car. “Something that makes me good,” I tell her. “Something that makes me feel good.”

— Kiese Laymon, “Heavy: An American Memoir”


Carl T. Gossett/The New York Times

At the beach, the sunlit water is sapphire; the ghosts of spring breakers past still dance on tabletops.

But further inland, the library knows another Fort Lauderdale.

Seven years ago, I gave a reading at the main library. They served mint tea and baklava. Most of my book tour happened in bookstores, but in Fort Lauderdale the Borders had shuttered and the indies had dwindled away. So the library had stepped in to reclaim the town’s literary identity. Here were workshops and author appearances; each year they sponsored a book festival.

The downtown building stands near the railroad tracks that divide Florida’s east coast into economic and racial partitions. It attracts travelers, nomads, refugees from both sides of the tracks.

A few years after that first reading, my daughter and I met up on the library steps with some other parents and children. We were tired and hot, happy to get into air-conditioning.

There were the usual enticements — books of course, and computers, toys and a chess set of child-size pieces. Then we heard the library had a moon rock on display.

“From the actual moon?” the children cried.

We searched the library’s several floors before spotting a display. The rock was small, gray and unassuming.

“That’s it?” someone asked.

But at bedtime that evening I reminded my daughter, “Just think, our library holds part of the moon.”

Wonder moved through her face; she nodded gravely. “Let’s go back tomorrow.”

When you hear “Fort Lauderdale,” literature might not be the first thing that springs to mind. In this land of tanned bodies and Jell-O shots, the library whispers. Free of charge, it offers us the weight of starlight, the light of the moon and the music of uninterrupted imagination.

— Diana Abu-Jaber, “Life Without a Recipe”

Twenty years ago, I lived in Lincoln, Vt., a little village that lost its library. Lincoln is a hill town of barely a thousand people halfway up Vermont’s fifth highest mountain, and while it gets its share of leaf peepers in the autumn, it’s a far cry from the picturesque hamlets that have ski resorts to entice tourists the rest of the year. But it has a general store that bakes mint chocolate brownies worth every calorie — and in 1998, it had a library the size of a living room that those of us who lived there cherished.

That summer, after four weeks of rain, the New Haven River overflowed its banks and flooded the library. Five feet of water poured in, destroying 80 percent of the collection and every single children’s book that wasn’t checked out, because those books were on the lowest shelves. The next day, as my neighbors piled the waterlogged books to be pulped, some were weeping.

I’ll always recall the sadness of life without a library. My daughter was 4 years old then, and a big part of our routine was walking there together and picking out books. I wasn’t alone. The whole village had PTSD, because a library is one of the only parts of a community that are comfortably multigenerational. There are children’s story hours and seniors doing yoga and middle school kids working on class projects.

But I also remember how, once the shock of the loss was behind us, we built a new library — with help from people across America. Readers in 38 states mailed us money. Others drove to Vermont from as far away as Pennsylvania with their cars packed with books. We didn’t ask for that: Strangers simply felt our pain and wanted to do something. Within two years, we had a spanking new library.

This summer I was chatting with Deborah Lundbech, the director of the community library in New Haven, Vt. “One of my greatest joys is connecting a reader with a book,” Lundbech told me. “The other day, we had an 11-year-old girl in here who was so excited that we had books five and six in the series she was reading.”

No one will confuse Vermont libraries with the New York Public Library, with its stone lions and 55 million catalog items. But they matter, even the ones the size of a living room. It’s not merely that libraries connect us to books. It’s that they connect us to one another.

— Chris Bohjalian, “The Flight Attendant”

My nearest library is Port Townsend’s arts-and-crafts Carnegie, allied with the Jefferson County Library. Port Townsend on Washington’s Olympic Peninsula is a working seaport noted for its coastal views, Victorian architecture, exquisite private gardens. For a century it has been the cultural anchor of the region, though, like all small towns, it has its warring factions. The town attracts people of highly varied interests — tourists, boat builders, savants, artists, mathematicians, horticulturists, musicians, scientists, bird watchers, organic farmers, filmmakers.

The Carnegie director, Melody Sky Eisler, is one of the new-style extrovert librarians: gregarious and welcoming. Studying art in Egypt years ago she had a visceral shock in the Bibliotheca Alexandrina. In the Snohetta-designed architectural showpiece she asked about an empty niche and learned it was a memorial space where the ancient scrolls would have gone. She was moved by the power of a library that could still reverberate its value 2,000 years after it was destroyed — so moved she shifted her studies from art to library science.

The muscular Port Townsend library is nonstop busy from opening to the last exit of the day, checking out not only books, but craft kits, movies, magazines, music DVDs. It seems most of Port Townsend’s population daily courses through the building. Like other libraries it is also a pass-through place for transients. But upstairs the beautiful and calm old reading room remains as it was a hundred years ago.

One reason for the library’s success is the town’s population. A characteristic of Port Townsend is citizen involvement in hundreds of volunteer projects from maritime science to the kinetic sculpture race. The library is beloved and although there is a staff of more than 15 people what makes the place efficient and engaging are the more than 70 volunteers. But Ms. Eisler’s personal commitment to libraries is more than her affection for the community. She believes and says “librarians live and die by First Amendment rights.”

— Annie Proulx, “Barkskins”


CreditFred R. Conrad/The New York Times

In the book I started to read when I came into English,
a girl drank from a little bottle labeled, Dʀɪɴᴋ Mᴇ,
and shrank so small, she could fit through a tiny door
into a beautiful garden; but she got scared,
and after a good cry, she ate a cake
marked, Eᴀᴛ Mᴇ, and grew too big for the door,
not that she wanted to open it anymore.

It had begun to snow. I was ten, waiting
for my father to pick me up at the library.
I took the book back to the desk. All done?
the librarian asked. I’d just checked it out.
The book was an English classic she was sure
a girl like me would like. (Surely, she knew
with her snowy face and magnified eyes

what a girl like me would like.) I told her
I’d already read it. What I meant was I’d already
come through that door and couldn’t go back.
But I wasn’t about to cry and drown in a pool of tears.
I wasn’t about to explain, surrounded by shelves
upon shelves of books she had surely read
why a girl like me was afraid of a storybook.

Soon she would see for herself when he came
through the door that my father had shrunk
since arriving in this country, nothing drastic at first,
but something a kid used to craning her neck
to glimpse his distant face, the sun blinding
her eyes, would surely notice. Stepping out
of that Pan Am flight, he must have sensed how

the scale was shifting, the buildings growing taller,
and the little girl looking up, trying
to gauge what to make of this oversized world
from the look on his face seemed to be
growing older as they disembarked.
How could I have outgrown him, like a toy
I didn’t yet have the heart to throw away?

In his Panama hat, his salmon three-piece suit,
with his thick mustache, his swarthy olive skin,
he looked like one of those national-costume dolls
our island tías kept in a cabinet.
This was the trade-off for coming to America:
you became as small as the country you came from,
a speck on an ocean I could blot out with my thumb.

But think of the opportunities for his children!
Here, doors would open with study and application,
which would’ve been closed to girls like me back home.
It was why he had dropped me off at the library
while he went looking for work, why I was
determined to read every book on those shelves.
Until looking up at those towering stacks,

I began scaling back my ambition,
wanting to fit in, hoping he wouldn’t come
in the door and embarrass me,
a girl on the lookout at the public library,
waiting to blot him out with a lifted hand
he’d mistake for a wave of hello as I hurried out
pretending to spare him the trouble of coming in —

or so I hope in the retrospect of memory,
watching him grow ever smaller, a trickle of dust
funneling down the hourglass into nothing.

— Julia Alvarez, “The Woman I Kept to Myself”


CreditWilliam Widmer for The New York Times

When I was 27, I decided I wanted to write a novel. I was in graduate school in Orange County, Calif., and had been writing short stories happily, but the idea of Page 1 out of 300 struck terror in me. I needed a way not to give up, so I decided to write five to 10 pages a day until I had a draft. This kept me moving, which I doubt I would have done otherwise. But there was another magical piece: the Newport Beach Public Library.

Each morning I packed up my laptop and some snacks and left the distraction of home (dishes, sweeping, telephone) and nested myself near the library’s big windows. I looked out at a scrubby hill full of rabbit holes behind the building (a comforting and very un-Orange County sight) and I tried to do this impossible-seeming thing, this making something out of nothing.

I remember embarking on a scene in which the parents of three children announce that they will be adopting out their daughter to her aunt and uncle. I felt so stuck. What would a character say on a night like that? And furthermore, why did I think I could write a novel?

I looked at the hillside, at the woman in the next carrel sneak-eating Starburst. I looked at the stacks and stacks of books. Each of those thousands — millions? — of pages were made by a person who had never written that page before. Each one was a magic trick, some alchemical reaction between knowledge, belief and invention. I turned my attention from the library back to my screen and found a voice for that scene. One page and then the next.

After six weeks I had a draft. It was a mess, but it was alive. When I left my carrel that last day I gave the window a high-five. The library and I had done this together.

— Ramona Ausubel, “Awayland”

My first library began its life in 1914 with a $5,000 grant from Andrew Carnegie to a little southern Appalachian town in North Carolina, with hardly a thousand inhabitants. When I was a kid, Main Street was three blocks of stores, three churches, a narrow, magical movie theater and a little hospital housed in second-floor rooms of what had once been a hotel. No bookstore, though — the nearest was in Asheville, more than two hours away.

The most imposing buildings in town were the Baptist church, the Methodist church and the Carnegie Library. You couldn’t call the library beautiful, but it rose above Main Street handsome and tall, all planes and angles, lacking ornamentation. The library’s dominant feature was the entry — 15 steep, aspirational steps that narrowed as they climbed to a portico sheltering heavy wooden double doors. Inside, a half-dozen more steps, wooden and creaky, delivered you into one big hushed room with high windows and dark wood floors and bookshelves lining all four walls.

The children’s section began on the left, and over the years as I grew up in that town, I read my way around the shelves. Many of the books may have been there from the beginning, since World War I. As a young teenager I checked out an ancient etiquette book that included guidance on how a gentleman used a handkerchief in public. A couple of years later I read Ian Fleming and Booth Tarkington as if they were contemporaries. Somewhere along the way, I read the greatest book ever written, “Around the World on a Bicycle.” Eventually, at 16, I circled all the way back to the right side of the entry stairs where I found such treasures as “The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire” and “Kon-Tiki.”

But mostly I remember how that climb up the steps to the big silent room made checking out a book an act of consequence, made reading a moral choice. The structure itself expected something from you.

— Charles Frazier, “Varina”

I have created art for over 100 books for children and adults. Yet when I moved from Boston to Croton-on-Hudson, N.Y., with my family in 1970, I had illustrated just 16.

All of my projects required a great deal of research. I kept a file of pictures clipped from magazines and newspapers, but when I needed a reference for something specific, I would hop on the train to Grand Central Terminal and walk to the New York Public Library on 42nd Street and Fifth Avenue. It was magical to browse its vast picture collection, but I discovered that I had another great source at my fingertips.

The Croton Free Library, located in a quiet corner of town and bordering the cemetery where the playwright and writer Lorraine Hansberry is buried, was just 10 minutes from my house. Over the next 48 years, this small library would play a role in almost all of my projects, becoming one of the building blocks of my creative process. The librarians assisted in my always urgent research requests, put up with late returns, and combed the shelves for books once borrowed and now needed again with only a vague description to go on: “It was large, the cover blue or maybe green. You know, the one on African-American folklore.”

The Croton Free Library has shaped the content of my work. It is more than a research bank; it’s a muse. On days when the wheels on my creative engine refuse to turn, I’ll leave my studio and make the short drive to my library for regeneration and inspiration. And when I walk through the doors, I am always greeted with: “Hey, Jerry. What are you working on now?”

— Jerry Pinkney, “The Three Billy Goats Gruff”

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Posted by: bluesyemre | October 23, 2018

Simply put, #libraries are incredible


“While the library has clearly embraced the digital world to meet its customer needs in 2018, it’s not necessarily obvious to the general public.” BECKY GUTHRIE/NATIONAL POST/GETTY IMAGES

Sadaf Ahsan: Unlike so many industries that have been disrupted by technological advances, libraries across North America have shown an uncanny ability to adapt…

It’s 4:33 p.m. on the Saturday of a long weekend, and the Toronto Reference Library is set to shut its doors in 27 minutes — not exactly on the dot, but close enough. Despite the looming deadline, the five-storey structure, iconic for its sprawling, curved atrium designed by architect Raymond Moriyama, remains packed from floor to floor.

Groups of high-school students huddle around a colour photocopier on the fifth, while on the fourth, a young couple make out unaware of the French anthologies and poetry books surrounding them. On the third, an older woman takes notes from an Italian cookbook that has seen better days, as just about every study pod remains occupied by readers on the second.

It’s the first floor, however, that contains the most action: students clamour around laptops, barely suppressing laughter; an Indian couple chat with a woman at the “Newcomers to Canada” kiosk; and a man furtively argues with his partner on a payphone by the restrooms. At the centre of the main floor, study carrels with computers are arranged in a circle. It’s here where a 56-year-old homeless woman has been camped out since noon, with several duffel bags nestled at her nook. “It’s starting to get colder and it’s warm here,” she tells me. “And that’s nice after the shelter closes. I like being around other people who are just doing their own thing, it doesn’t feel like I’m bothering anyone, they don’t notice me, I don’t notice them. It feels safer than being outside, you know?” Meanwhile, the teenager next to her dances at his desk with his headphones on while watching music videos. Unbothered, a woman beside him quietly takes a practice driving test.


think check

Bir araştırmacının araştırma sonuçlarını tüm dünyayla paylaşmak, çalışma alanı ve kariyerinde ilerlemesinin temel anahtarıdır. Ancak bu kadar çok yayın arasından, hangi dergilere güvenebileceğinden nasıl emin olabilir? Bir araştırmacının yayın yapacağı doğru ve güvenilir dergiyi seçtiğinden emin olması için oluşturulan ThinkCheckSubmit (DüşünKontrol etGönder) sayfası temel düzeyde bir referans kaynağıdır.

Pek çok dile çevrilen bu kaynak için artık Türkçe dil seçeneği de mevcut. Koç Üniversitesi Suna Kıraç Kütüphanesi olarak bu sayfanın dil seçenekleri arasına Türkçe’nin de 38. dil olarak eklenmesini sağladık ve ne mutlu ki Açık Erişim Haftası’nda bu paylaşımı sizlerle yapabiliyoruz.

Kaynağın akademik camiada duyurulması konusunda siz değerli meslektaşlarımızın da katkı ve desteklerini bekliyoruz.



Suna Kıraç Kütüphanesi


Escape rooms are immersive, live-action games in which a group of participants enter a room where they must solve puzzles and collect clues in order to “escape” or win the game. These engaging and captivating games can be designed around nearly any theme from zombies to pirates to detective dramas and are being used by libraries in a multitude of ways. They can be employed simply for outreach and to engage library patrons, for incorporating instruction and experiential learning outcomes, as well as for internal staff team-building and training. You too can create this type of captivating programming for your own library for both promotion and education!

Posted by: bluesyemre | October 23, 2018

The State of #OpenData Report 2018

open data

Figshare’s annual report, The State of Open Data 2018, looks at global attitudes towards open data. It includes survey results of researchers and a collection of articles from industry experts, as well as a foreword from Ross Wilkinson, Director, Global Strategy at Australian Research Data Commons.

The report is the third in the series and the survey results continue to show encouraging progress that open data is becoming more embedded in the research community.
The key finding is that open data has become more embedded in the research community – 64% of survey respondents reveal they made their data openly available in 2018. However, a surprising number of respondents (60%) had never heard of the FAIR principles, a guideline to enhance the reusability of academic data.

The State of Open Data Report 2018


Posted by: bluesyemre | October 23, 2018

Ankara için detaylı bir Yeme-İçme Rehberi


adana kebap

1- batıkent paşa kebap

2-ciğerci apo

3-dayının yeri

ciğer/kuzu şiş

1- dedecan ocakbaşı (terbiyeli kuzu şiş)

2- ciğerci apo (ciğer, yürek)

3- balgat masabaşı kebap (ciğer, kuzu şiş)


1- dedecan ocakbaşı

2- urfalı hacı mehmet

3- baklavacı hacıbaba


1- peçenek

2- çankaya lokantası

3- cici piknik

ev yemeği

1- bolu akın lokantası

2- sele next level

3- çukurambar köroğlu işkembe


1- yıldız mah. curcuna kokoreç

2- pikolet


1- köroğlu işkembecisi

2- beykoz



1- kuzey yıldızı

2- zigana

3- karadeniz pide emek


1-bizim köfte iskitler

2-köfteci hacı ivedik


1- germeç maltepe/dikmen (tavuk çorba, germeç)

2- hamlakit (tavuk kelebek)


1- ademoğlu balgat

2- güllüoğlu balgat


1- ciğerci apo

2- hattena

kesinlikle zeugma değil!

diğer lezzetler

mıhlama: hamlakit

sütlü nuriye tatlısı: ademoğlu

burma kadayıf: yılmaz

kahvaltı: hattena

mantı: kayseri tepsi mantıcısı

katmer tatlısı: ademoğlu balgat

içli köfte: masabaşı kebap

hamburger: deli kasap armada


Posted by: bluesyemre | October 23, 2018

Importance of the #SchoolLibrary in #learning


Research about educational trends and pedagogical models shows the significant difference effective school library services can make on student literacy and learning outcomes.

The research findings illustrate the positive impact of dynamic, inclusive library services and environments — physical and virtual — that are aligned with the school’s vision and learning goals.




Üçüncü dalga kahve, duvara asılı bir bisiklet, Macbook’lu freelancer’lar; her yerdeler. Farklı yaş ve gelir gruplarından herkes neden kafe açıyor, neler yaşıyor? 140journos ve gastronomika’dan 3 bölümlük “yeni salgın: kafe açmak” serisi…

Deneyimli işletmeciler, yeni bir mekan açmak isteyenlere iki soru soruyorlar: “neden bu işi yapmak istiyorsun ve emin misin?” Devreden, batan, büyüyen işletmecilerden hizmet sektörüne yeni adım atacaklara öneriler. 140journos ve gastronomika ortak yapımı “yeni salgın: kafe açmak” serisi 3 bölümden oluşuyor.


uni futures

University Futures, Library Futures: Aligning library strategies with institutional directions establishes a new framework for understanding the fit between emerging library service paradigms and university types.

Supported in part by the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation, project leads Constance Malpas, Lorcan Dempsey, and Rona Stein from OCLC Research and Roger Schonfeld and Deanna Marcum of Ithaka S+R, examined the impact of increased institutional differentiation in universities on the organization of academic libraries and the services they provide.

As libraries move away from a collections model in which libraries measure their success by how large their collections are, this report puts a framework around library services, explores emerging patterns in different institutional settings, and gauges the importance of these services areas—now and for the future—according to surveyed library directors.

The work has three main components:

  • a working model of US higher education institutions that is characterized by educational activity (Research, Liberal Education, Career-directed) and mode of provision (traditional-residential and new-traditional-flexible)
  • a library services framework that covers nine key areas
  • comparison of the above two to test the hypothesis that the services portfolio of libraries map onto the institutional priorities of their host university

University Futures, Library Futures: Aligning library strategies with institutional directions

Posted by: bluesyemre | October 22, 2018

Neden Türk Üniversiteleri ilk 500’de değil @LaleAkarun


Posted by: bluesyemre | October 22, 2018

#Languages used on the #Internet



University libraries: New functionalities and new challenges

When Michael Bierut was tapped to design a logo for public school libraries, he had no idea he was embarking on a years-long passion project. In this often hilarious talk, he recalls his obsessive quest to bring energy, learning, art and graphics into these magical spaces where school librarians can inspire new generations of readers and thinkers.

Posted by: bluesyemre | October 18, 2018

Efsaneye Açılan Yeni Kapı: Troya Müzesi

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Troya için “Tüm Zamanların En Ünlü Kenti” yakıştırmasını yapmak hiç de haksızlık olmaz. Troya efsanelerden çıkıp romanlara, duvar resimlerine, satranç taşlarına hatta bilgisayar virüsü adlarına kadar kendine yer bularak bunu hak etti. Bu kent, Homeros’un İlyada destanına göre, trajik bir savaşa sahne olmuştu. Çanakkale Boğazı’nın girişinde yer alan Troya, Doğu ile Batı’nın birleştiği, Ege Denizi ile Karadeniz’in Marmara Denizi’ni aralarına alıp karıştığı bir yerde  destanıyla ve buluntularıyla dünya kültür mirasını bin yıllardır etkilemeye devam ediyor.
Troya’nın öyküsünü anlatmaya bir güzellik yarışmasından başlamalı. Güzel duvarlı, rüzgârlı Troya’nın kralı Priamos’un oğlu Paris, bu yarışmada birinciyi seçerken kendisine dünyanın en güzel kadınını vermeyi vadeden tanrıça Afrodit’ten yana kullanır  oyunu. Bu karar birçok güzelliğin sonunu getirecek olan savaşlarla dolu uzun bir sürecin başlangıcı olur. Sonrasında Troyalı Paris,  Grek yurdundaki Sparta kralının karısı Helena’yı kaçırıp kendi kenti Troya’ya götürür. Grek yurdunun krallarının öfkesi yere göğe sığmaz. Hemen karar verilir: Helena geri gelecek, Troya kenti yerle bir edilecektir! Akha kralları müttefik güçlerle birlikte oluşturdukları korkutucu büyüklükteki donanmayla Troya’yı kuşatırlar. 10 yıllık kuşatma boyunca, kaderi belirleyen tanrılar oyun oynarcasına bir o tarafa bir bu tarafa destek olurlar. Bu gelgitlerle birlikte yiğitlerin en cesurları, en acımasızları birbiri ardına ölüp gider. Savaş 10’uncu yılına vardığında, kuşatma Akhaların bir hilesiyle sona erer. Akhalar savaşmaktan vazgeçip geri döndükleri izlenimi vermek için çekiliyormuş gibi yapıp gemilerini Tenedos’un (Bozcaada) arkasına saklar ve içi askerlerle dolu  dev bir tahta atı Troya surlarının önüne bırakırlar. Troyalılar tahta atı tanrılara sunulmuş bir hediye olarak kabul edip kentin içine alırlar. Bu büyük hata, kurtuluş sevincini ağıda dönüştürecektir. Gece atın içinden çıkan Akhalı askerler,  dışarıda bekleyen diğer askerlere kentin kapılarını açar. Ege’nin en zengin ve güçlü kenti Troya yakılıp yıkılır; ölüm kentte kol gezer. Grek ordusu büyük bir zafer kazanır; ancak Akhalı askerlerin yurtlarına geri dönmek için çıktıkları yolculuk 10 yıl sürer. Denizlerde oradan oraya sürüklenen kahramanların birkaçı dışında hepsi hayatını kaybeder.
Antik Çağ tarihçileri Troya Savaşı’nın MÖ 1250-1135 yılları arasında yapıldığını kabul etseler de Homeros uzmanları destandaki bazı ögelerin MÖ 2000’e kadar uzandığına işaret ediyorlar. Troya’yı ölümsüzleştiren, Smyrna’da (İzmir) doğduğu kabul edilen, ozanlar ozanı Homeros oldu. MÖ 730’larda Troya Savaşı ile ilgili olayları bir araya getirip kentin öyküsünü İlyada destanı olarak kayda geçiren Homeros bu destanda Troya Savaşı ile ilgili olayların tümünü anlatmaz. Troya Atı öyküsü, İlyada destanında yoktur. Homeros’a atfedilen ve İlyada’dan yaklaşık 20 yıl sonra yazıldığı kabul edilen ikinci destan Odysseia’da ise Troya Savaşı sonrasındaki olaylar ve Akhalı askerlerin yurtlarına geri dönüşlerinin trajik macerası anlatılır. Destanlardaki bu tür ayrıntıların o dönem Ege dünyasında genel olarak bilindiğinin kanıtı MÖ 670’lere tarihlenen bir Mykonos vazosudur. Vazonun üzerine Troya Atı ve diğer savaş sahneleri işlenmiştir.
Troya Savaşı tarih boyunca yazarlar ve ozanlara esin kaynağı oldu. İlyada ve diğer destanlar sürekli kopyalanarak yüzyıllar boyunca kuşaktan kuşağa aktarıldı. Destanın bir bütün olarak en eski ve en iyi korunagelmiş el yazması kopyası, Osmanlı padişahı Fatih Sultan Mehmed’in İstanbul’u fethinden önce bu kentten Venedik’e götürülen, X. yüzyıla ait kopyadır.  Diğer iyi korunmuş İlyada kopyaları ise Topkapı Sarayı Kütüphanesi’nde bulunuyor. İlyada destanı kitap olarak ilk kez 1488 yılında,  Floransa’da basıldı. Şiirsel gücü öylesine etkili oldu ki Avrupa edebiyatının en önemli temel eseri olarak dünya kültür tarihine de geçti. Ancak destanda anlatılanların gerçek olup olmadığı; hatta Troya kentinin varlığı gibi konular,  kültür tarihi araştırmacılarının ve okurların kafasını yüzyıllarca kurcaladı. 1462 yılında ise Fatih Sultan Mehmed, Troya’yı ziyaret ettiğinde “İstanbul’u fethederek Troyalıların öcünü aldım.” diyerek kentin tarihteki önemine bir kez daha parmak basmıştı.
Homeros’un epik destanlarındaki Troya, Gelibolu Yarımadası’nda, Çanakkale Boğazı’nın Asya kıyılarında yer alıyor.  Denizden yaklaşık 5 kilometre uzaklıkta bir platonun batısında yer alan İlion’un sakinleri, kentlerinin MÖ VIII. yüzyıldan itibaren Troya olduğuna inanıyorlardı. İlion MÖ 500’lerde bir depremle yıkıldı. Sonraki yüzyıllar boyunca kentin nerede olduğu unutulmaya başlandı. MS XI. yüzyıldan itibaren bölgeye gelen Batılı seyyahlar, kıyı boyunca farklı yerlerde Troya harabelerini gördüklerini yazdılar. Kentin kaderi Alman Heinrich Schliemann’ın bitmez tükenmez Troya tutkusu ile değişti. Schliemann’ın 1871’de başlattığı kazılar ve Priamos Hazinesi olarak adlandırdığı hazine buluntusu dünyada büyük yankı uyandırdı. Schliemann hazineyi Atina üzerinden Almanya’ya kaçırdı. II. Dünya Savaşı sonrasında, savaş ganimeti olarak  Rusya’ya götürülen hazine bugün Moskova’daki Puşkin Müzesi’nde sergileniyor.
1932-1938 yıllarında Troya’yı kazan Amerikalı arkeolog Carl W. Blegen yaptığı yayınlarla Troya merkezli modern Ege arkeolojisinin temellerini attı. 50 yıllık bir aradan sonra başlanan kazıları Tübingen Üniversitesi’den Manfred Osman Korfmann 2005’teki ölümüne kadar sürdürdü. 2013’ten sonra kazılar benim kazı başkanlığını yaptığım Çanakkale Onsekiz Mart Üniversitesi’nden bir ekip tarafından devam ettiriliyor. Söz konusu kazılarda özellikle Homeros Troyası’nın kalesi ve hemen dışındaki alanlarda‚ Troya Savaşı’na işaret edecek yeni buluntulara ulaşmak için çalışılıyor. Aynı zamanda örenyerinde engelli ziyaretçileri de kapsayan yeni ziyaretçi yolu ve Troya Müzesi’yle uyumlu dijital belgelendirme sistemi yer alıyor.
Troya antik kenti ve çevresi 1996 yılında millî park oldu. 1998 yılında ise Troya UNESCO’nun Dünya Mirası Listesi’ne alındı. Kente artan ilgi nedeniyle T.C. Kültür ve Turizm Bakanlığı 2011 yılında Troya Müzesi Mimari Yarışması açtı. İki yıl sonra ise 3 bin metrekarelik sergi salonuna, 11 bin 200 metrekarelik kapalı inşaat alanına sahip olan müzenin inşasına başlandı. 2015 yılında duran çalışmalar T.C. Kültür ve Turizm Bakanlığı’nın Çanakkale Valiliği koordinasyonu ile ilan ettiği 2018 Troya Yılı kapsamında yeniden başladı.
Troya örenyerinin girişindeki müzeyi ziyaret edenler, aşağı doğru inen bir rampa ile tarih yolculuğuna başlıyorlar. Burada Troya’nın katmanlarında yer alan 10 ayrı kent anlatılıyor. Giriş alanında Troas ve çevresini konu alan sergilemelerin yanı sıra arkeoloji bilimi, arkeolojik ve arkeometrik tarihleme yöntemleri de anlatılıyor. İstanbul Arkeoloji Müzesi’nden alınan Troya hazine buluntuları ile 2014 yılında T.C. Kültür ve Turizm Bakanlığı tarafından ABD’den getirilen Troya altınları da bu müzede yer alıyor. Rampayla başlayıp Troya’dan çıkarılan buluntular ve interaktif sergileme salonlarında devam eden sergiler müzenin seyir terasında sona eriyor. Ziyaretçiler terastan Homeros’un destanlarının geçtiği coğrafyayı, Kaz Dağları’ndan Çanakkale Boğazı’na, Avrupa’dan Asya’ya kadar olan topografyayı bilgilendirme panolarıyla inceleyebiliyor. Troya sadece bir örenyeri değil; bunun ötesinde bir anlamı var. Troya Müzesi ile bu anlama “eserler çıktığı topraklarda sergilenmeli” ilkesinin uygulandığı ilk yer olma özelliği de eklendi. Troya Müzesi, Antik Çağ’ın efsane kenti ile modern zamanları yan yana getirdiği için de heyecan verici.






ICCROM, CCI and the Ibermuseums Program are pleased to offer a new RE-ORG resource kit for free download in English, French, Spanish and Portuguese.

More than 55 000 museums exist in the world, and typically 90% of their objects are in storage rooms. As collections grow, financial resources continue to dwindle, leaving museums struggling to ensure that their treasures in storage are adequately looked after and accessible.

RE-ORG is a method developed by ICCROM and the Canadian Conservation Institute (CCI) that responds directly to this issue. In over nearly a decade, RE-ORG has been applied to more than 100 museums all over the world via hands-on workshops, mentor sessions and online training.

This field-tested methodology has now been captured in a four-part kit, which walks you through the process of transforming your museum’s storage area, so you can regain control of your collection.

Available in English, French, Spanish and Portuguese thanks to partnerships with CCI and the Ibermuseums Program, the RE-ORG kit contains:

  • A simple, flexible structure that is easy to navigate
  • Tons of tips and tricks to optimize space, equipment, time and money, collected over the years from the many colleagues who have applied RE-ORG around the world
  • A visually-appealing and user-friendly layout
  • All of the essentials:
    1. a Workbook with step-by-step instructions that will apply to almost any project;
    2. Worksheets and templates to help capture the existing situation;
    3. Additional Resources to meet your specific needs and interests; and
    4. a Self-Evaluation tool to help you diagnose the situation of your storage in a glance.

Try it on your own! Use the RE-ORG Method to reorganize your collections in storage or to provide advice to others.



Posted by: bluesyemre | October 18, 2018

wiby.me (The #SearchEngine for classic websites)


Wiby is a search engine that delivers odd results – aiming to recreate the days before Google. Wiby does not claim or want to be a Google killer and even states that Google is indispensible for finding answers to pretty much anything. Wiby tries to give the odd pages that Google misses – as they don’t answer complex questions. Instead they bring back the surprise that used to exist – giving websites where you’ll go “Wow – I didn’t know that”.


Posted by: bluesyemre | October 17, 2018

What a #SchoolLibrary (#infographic)


Posted by: bluesyemre | October 17, 2018

Dilimizi doğru kullanmak…







Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.


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MAG-LEV Audio’s ML1 Turntable visually enhances the experience of listening to vinyl records by levitating the platter. By joining our love for music with careful integration of technology and high-range audio components, we’ve created a turntable of the future for the medium of the past.

At MAG-LEV Audio we love innovation and music. We were searching for a way to give people a better, newer way to experience vinyl records. By pushing the frontier of audio technology,  we were able to integrate the uplifting experience of music into the turntable design itself, bringing the feeling of zero gravity into your living room. We call it The Art of Technology.




Susan Orlean had never burned a book before. The idea was repulsive to her, calling up images of Nazis tossing Torahs into the flames. But she wanted to know what it felt like to watch a book ignite, writhe in brittle waves and blow away. So there she was, putting a match to her copy of Ray Bradbury’s “Fahrenheit 451.” “It was as if the book had exploded,” she writes, feeling overwhelmed by “the realization of how fast a thing full of human stories can be made to disappear.”

Orlean, a longtime New Yorker writer, has been captivating us with human stories for decades, and her latest book is a wide-ranging, deeply personal and terrifically engaging investigation of humanity’s bulwark against oblivion: the library.

At the center of “The Library Book” is a seven-hour fire that raged through the Los Angeles Central Library on April 29, 1986, destroying or damaging more than a million books. In one of those weird coincidences that Orlean always manages to spot, a library official was meeting with the fire department that very morning to consider finally adding sprinklers to the building. When the smoke alarm went off, none of the 200 or so employees panicked. Given the old wiring and the unreliable systems, they were used to it. “The fire alarm had come to possess all the shock value of a clown horn,” Orlean writes. Even the first responders — who didn’t have a map of the building’s dark, circuitous hallways — assumed that it was a false alarm. And when firefighters finally noticed smoke along a shelf of novels, they couldn’t contact the command post; the library’s thick concrete walls blocked radio signals.

“At first, the smoke in the Fiction stacks was as pale as onionskin,” Orlean writes. “Then it deepened to dove gray. Then it turned black. It wound around Fiction A through L, curling in lazy ringlets. It gathered into soft puffs that bobbed and banked against the shelves like bumper cars. Suddenly, sharp fingers of flame shot through the smoke and jabbed upward. More flames erupted. The heat built. The temperature reached 451 degrees and the books began smoldering. Their covers burst like popcorn.”

That conflagration — the largest library disaster in American history — is the furnace at the center of Orlean’s story, which is fueled by regular additions of memoir, biography, history and science. In one particularly sobering chapter, she reminds us, “People have been burning libraries for nearly as long as they’ve been building libraries.” The number of books deliberately consigned to the flames is in the billions. “I sometimes find it hard to believe there are any books left in the world.”

But amid such gloom is much light. As a narrator, Orlean moves like fire herself, with a pyrotechnic style that smolders for a time over some ancient bibliographic tragedy, leaps to the latest technique in book restoration and then illuminates the story of a wildly eccentric librarian. Along the way, we learn how libraries have evolved, responded to depressions and wars, and generally thrived despite a constant struggle for funds. Over the holidays, every booklover in America is going to give or get this book.

As she did in her 1998 bestseller, “The Orchid Thief,” Orlean brings us along as she tries to understand the mercurial figure at the center of a crime. Harry Peak was a good-looking goofball with delusions of Hollywood stardom. He was also a liar of the pants-on-fire variety. He fibbed reflexively about everything, about his television success, his friendship with Burt Reynolds, his luncheon with Cher. But when he bragged to friends that he’d started the fire at the Los Angeles Central Library, he became the prime suspect in a criminal investigation involving the destruction of millions of dollars of city property.

Orlean takes us along as she interviews Peak’s relatives and friends, reads through newspaper stories and investigators’ reports, and sifts for truth among the ashes. But what’s even more fascinating is her search through the L.A. library’s distant past. With a great eye for telling and quirky detail, she presents a vast catalogue of remarkable characters, such as Mary Jones, the first L.A. library head to graduate from a library school. Hired in 1900, Jones was also a pioneer in the development of a racially diverse collection — and she recruited black librarians. In 1905, the board decided that it would be better for a completely unqualified man to take over, but nevertheless she persisted, setting off the Great Library War, which swelled to include thousands of protesters in Los Angeles and around the country. Her eventual replacement walked to L.A. from Ohio, used an actual branding iron to mark offensive books and kept meticulous records of his more than 50 extramarital affairs. There is no shhhh-ing in this book.

Even the more recent events that Orlean describes feel like they’ve been misshelved from the fantasy section. One chapter describes the L.A. library’s 24-hour telethon in 1987, hosted by a cigar-smoking Pentecostal preacher and attended by the likes of Angie Dickinson, Henry Kissinger and Zsa Zsa Gabor. Charlton Heston read from “Moby-Dick.”

Inevitably, the story of the city’s great library is woven into the story of the city itself as its population expanded rapidly, placing more complex demands on the staff. Orlean explores the ongoing challenge that homelessness poses for all libraries, and she profiles inspiring librarians determined to help the most desperate and disenfranchised people in America. “Because the boundary between society and the library is porous,” she writes, “nothing good is kept out of the library, and nothing bad. Often, at the library, society’s problems are magnified.”

If the spine of “The Library Book” seems strained to contain so much diverse material, that variety is also what makes this such a constant pleasure to read. And, obviously, to write. Orlean speaks movingly about her late mother, who introduced her to the library in Cleveland and instilled in her a love for these cathedrals of learning and art that contain “the looping, unending story of who we are.”

“This is why I wanted to write this book,” she explains, “to tell people about a place I love that doesn’t belong to me but feels like it is mine.”

You can’t help but finish “The Library Book” and feel grateful that these marvelous places belong to us all.

Ron Charles writes about books for The Washington Post and hosts TotallyHipVideoBookReview.com. On Oct. 25 at 7 p.m., Susan Orlean will be at Politics and Prose Bookstore, 5015 Connecticut Ave. NW, Washington.

By Susan Orlean

Simon & Schuster. 336 pp. $28


Posted by: bluesyemre | October 16, 2018

Thousands of #scientists publish a paper every five days


Illustration by David Parkins

To highlight uncertain norms in authorship, John P. A. Ioannidis, Richard Klavans and Kevin W. Boyack identified the most prolific scientists of recent years.

Authorship is the coin of scholarship — and some researchers are minting a lot. We searched Scopus for authors who had published more than 72 papers (the equivalent of one paper every 5 days) in any one calendar year between 2000 and 2016, a figure that many would consider implausibly prolific1. We found more than 9,000 individuals, and made every effort to count only ‘full papers’ — articles, conference papers, substantive comments and reviews — not editorials, letters to the editor and the like. We hoped that this could be a useful exercise in understanding what scientific authorship means.

We must be clear: we have no evidence that these authors are doing anything inappropriate. Some scientists who are members of large consortia could meet the criteria for authorship on a very high volume of papers. Our findings suggest that some fields or research teams have operationalized their own definitions of what authorship means.

The vast majority of hyperprolific authors (7,888 author records, 86%) published in physics. In high-energy and particle physics, projects are done by large international teams that can have upwards of 1,000 members. All participants are listed as authors as a mark of membership of the team, not for writing or revising the papers. We therefore excluded authors in physics.

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Posted by: bluesyemre | October 15, 2018

#Ankara #trekking rotaları



Ankara Anadolu’nun kavşak noktası, doğal güzellikleri ve biyolojik çeşitlilikleri gibi birçok gizli kalmış zenginliği birarada barındıran bir başkenttir. Özellikle büyük kentlerdeki doğaya uzak yaşam insanları doğa özlemi duymaya sevkediyor. Öyle çok uzaklara gitmeye de gerek yok. Başkent Ankara’nın özellikle kuzeyi ve buradaki ilçeler Karadeniz iklimi özelliklerini göstermekte ve trekking yapmaya çok elverişli tabiat harikalarıyla doludur. Keşfedilmemiş birçok orman, gölet, yürüyüş yolları gezginleri beklemektedir. Bu projenin amacı Ankara’da daha önce trekking rotaları ile ilgili bir çalışma yapılmaması, acentalara ve gezginlere yönelik böyle bir kaynağa ihtiyaç duyulmasıdır. Bu çalışmada toplam 44 yeni rota belirlenmiş, daha önceden belirlenen 70 rota da eklenmiştir. Buralardaki yürüyüş parkurları açılmış ve bilgilendirme levhaları konulmuştur.

Çamlıdere yeşil bir sığınak, Çubuk doğaya yolculuk, Güdül ilçesi de birçok doğanın mucizesini içinde barındırmaktadır. Nallıhan ilçesi tarihin gülümseyen yüzü, Beypazarı geçmiş zamanın aynası ve Kızılcahamam şifalı suların merkezidir. Bu ilçeler gerçekten görülmeye değer zenginliklere sahiptir. Bu kitapta da bu güzellikler ortaya çıkarılmaya çalışılmış, gözler önüne serilmiştir. Kitapta ilçelerin turizm değerlerine de vurgu yapılmış, doğaseverler ve gezginlere bir rehber niteliğinde olması amaçlanmıştır. Titiz bir çalışma sonunda profesyonel bir ekiple hazırlanan Ankara’nın trekking yolları, gezginlere iyi bir kılavuz olup Ankara’ya büyük katkı sağlayacaktır. Gezginler için bir başucu kitabı olacak ve belirlenen birçok rota yeni destinasyon olarak önümüze çıkacaktır.

 Ankara İl Kültür ve Turizm Müdürlüğü ile Ankara Kalkınma Ajansı’nın projelendirdiği ‘Ankara’nın Trekking Rotaları’çalışması (Trekking sırt çantalı ve uzun mesafeli, Hiking ise günübirlik yürüyüş parkurlarını içerdiği için kavram karmaşasına yer vermemek adına bundan sonraki bölümlerde ‘Yürüyüş Rotaları’ ibaresi kullanılacaktır); Çamlıdere,Çubuk ve Güdül ilçelerini kapsamaktadır.

Ayrıca Ankara Kalkınma Ajansı tarafından önceki yıllarda hayata geçirilen Nallıhan (Nallıhan’da Kırsal Turizm: Doğa Yürüyüş Parkurlarının Belirlenmesi, İyileştirilmesi-TR51/11/TUR/0020)

Beypazarı (Alternatif Turizmde Beypazarı- TR51/15/SÜR/0004) ve Kızılcahamam Yürüyüş Rotaları liste şeklinde verilmiştir. Bölgedeki incelemelerimizde keşfettiğimiz eski yolları projenin içeriğine dahil ederken, rahat  ulaşılabilirlik ve kolay yürünebilirlik kıstaslarını göz önüne aldık. Aynı zamanda Ankara Seyahat Acentelerinin hafta sonları yoğun bir şekilde kullandıkları günübirlik parkurlar da mevcuttur.

Haritalarla desteklenen ve Coğrafi Pozisyon Sistemi (GPS) koordinatları alınan Çamlıdere ilçesinde 17, Çubuk ilçesinde 16, Güdül ilçesinde 11 yürüyüş rotasının ayrıntılarını www.ankaratrekkingrotalari.com ve  www.ankarakultur.gov.tr internet sayfalarında bulabilirsiniz.




Artık İstanbul’da gezebileceğiniz bir Okul Müzesi var

Enstitü Koleji’nde kurulan Okul Müzesi, müzecilik alanında ve çocuk tarihi konusunda pek çok değerli çalışma yapan Sunay Akın küratörlüğünde ve sahne sanatları tasarım sanatçısı Ayhan Doğan’ın tasarımı ile hayat buldu.

Okul Müzesi’nde 1920’li yıllardan günümüze eğitime dair birçok belge ve materyale rastlamak mümkün. İlkokul öğretmenliği diplomasından, birçoğumuzun çocukken çıkmasını heyecanla beklediğimiz aylık, haftalık çocuk dergilerine, birçok kişinin öğrencilik yıllarında kullandığı veya şu an 20-30’lu yaşlarda olup daha önce hiç görmediği dünya haritaları, laboratuvar malzemeleri, çeşitli enstrümanları ve Köy Enstitüleri ile ilgili belgeleri Okul Müzesi’nde gezerken görebiliyorsunuz.

Okul Müzesi’nin bir kısmının içeriği ve tasarımı Nuh’un Gemisi’ne benzer şekilde tasarlanmış. Müzenin içindeki kütüphanede oturup kitabınızı okuyabiliyorsunuz. Okul tarihinden önemli kaynakların bulunduğu kütüphanenin bir bölümündeyse, içinde Yaşar Kemal imzalı Ağrı Dağı Efsanesi romanının sayfalarından oluşturulan kağıt gemi bulunuyor.

Sunay Akın, Okul Müzesi hakkında şunları söyledi: “Müzeciliğin gelişimine ve yaygınlaştırılmasına özel okulların katkı sunması gerektiğine inanıyorum. Bu anlamda, Okul Müzesi geleceğe yönelik çok değerli ve önemli bir adım atmış oluyor. Okul, sadece içinde sınıf ve atölyelerin olduğu dört duvar değildir, olmamalıdır. Müzeler, eğitim hayatının en önemli ve en saygın mekanlarıdır. Okullarda anlatılan bilgiler, müzelerde sergilenir, paylaşılır ve korunur. Okul Müzesi her yaşta ziyaretçiye seslenen bir bilgi mabedidir. Geleceğe güvenle bakan, gelişmiş ülkelerin müzelerinde sergilenen eserlerin önünde öğrencileriyle ders yapan öğretmenler görürüz. Okul Müzesi’nde, alfabelerden Dünya kürelerine, abaküslerden mevsim panolarına kadar nice eser, ziyaretçileri öğrencilik yıllarına döndürürken eğitim hayatımızdan da bir kesit sunuyor.”

Okul Müzesi, hafta içi ve hafta sonu tüm ziyaretçilere açık ve ücretsiz olarak görülebilir. Sadece toplu okul ziyaretlerinde yoğunluk yaşanmaması için randevu alınması gerekiyor.

Adres: Enstitü Koleji, Küçükbakkalköy Mahallesi Kayışdağı Cad.No:145, Ataşehir-İstanbul

Telefon: 0216 577 19 40




Posted by: bluesyemre | October 12, 2018

Best sites for finding #DRM-free #DigitalBooks


When you buy a physical book — y’know, the kind that’s made with wood pulp and ink — you can read that book anywhere you want (in a house, with a mouse, in a box, with a fox, etc.), but when you buy a digital book you run the risk of getting locked into reading that book on specific devices or sites (thanks to something called DRM protection). But it doesn’t have to be that way! If you’d like to make your digital book-reading experience a little more like your physical book-reading experience, you’re going to want to buy DRM-free digital books. Luckily, there are plenty of resources available to help you track down DRM-free content and many book publishers are hopping aboard the DRM-free train.

While you keep your fingers crossed the digital book industry goes all-in on DRM-free, why not peruse this list we’ve put together on some of the best sites for finding DRM-free ebooks. Happy hunting (and reading)!


Lulu says its mission is “making content creation and consumption a simpler and more rewarding experience for people around the world.” The site is dedicated to both self publishing and content distribution — nearly two million publications have been created with the help of Lulu. And the best part about that is many of the publications are available for purchase right on Lulu’s site.

Lulu – The World’s largest independent bookstore


If you’re a digital book fiend, you’ve probably heard of Calibre. Calibre is an application for managing digital books of all shapes, sizes, and file formats and it’s a fantastic tool for maintaining a DRM-free library. It’s also a good tool for finding DRM-free books!

It’s certainly not the prettiest digital-book database on the list, but Calibre Open books catalogues more than 4,000 titles across 16 genres. You can sort the database by title, author, and price; individual entries feature a cover image, title, author, publisher, and a link to download or purchase the book.

Calibre Open books


With more than 450,000 titles published, Smashwords is a pretty popular indie book distributor. In fact, Smashwords says it’s the largest indie book distributor in the world! But the site doesn’t just help authors get their books in front of more readers, it also helps readers get their hands on more books … including more than 70,000 free titles!



Not to be confused with Calibre Open books, OpenBooks is a pay-what-you-want digital bookstore with a growing list of titles. The site is a bit niche in that it focuses exclusively on publications meant to bring about change. If you’re wondering what, exactly, that means, here’s how OpenBooks describes its goals:

Our goal is to create a community that shares knowledge, experience and important values that can lead to effective activism. We want to support authors that write about change, our social or environmental impact and share personal stories that can inspire and help us to reach important goals.

You can use the site’s search functionality to track down specific titles and authors, sort books by genre, or view a list of best-selling titles.




Leanpub is slightly different from many of the sites in our list because of its focus on instructional books. Put another way, Leanpub is a great place to go when you want to learn the ins and outs of building APIs, for example. And while that makes this choice a bit unique, Leanpub is a lot like the other sites on our list in that it’s also a digital book publisher and distributor. Authors who want to write instructional books can head to Leanpub to publish their content.



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