I love Widener Library so much that if I could, I would marry Widener Library and have little Widener babies. They'd be named things like Loeb, Houghton, Schlesinger, or Tozzer. They'd drip chocolate ice cream on my new pristine white sofa (because, in the fantasy, I live in a modernist wonderland, where there are tasteful white sofas and Barcelona loungers and I am a most happy hipster), and I'd scream, "Loeb Schlesinger Villa I Tatti Baker! You wait till your father gets home!" That's how much I love Widener Library. You know that drooling sound Homer makes when he thinks of beer? I do that, except instead of saying "beerrrrr" it's "Widenerrrrrr." Mmmm. Yeah.
I love Widener even though I'd constantly get lost. But I loved having to pick up one of those cheat-sheet location maps, every single I time I visited. To my mind, that is the mark of a great library. Give me floor plans! Make me go from 5 to some basement sub-level! I'd plan my visits around which floors I needed to visit. And lord forbid if I needed stuff from Pusey. That was like an all-day excursion. I felt the need to wear safari clothes and alert friends and family: perhaps I will not return. Do I need a malaria shot? Are my immunizations up to date? Will I run into wildlife (some crazed elderly emeritus faculty member, perhaps)? Of course, sometimes it would be just a quick trip, to pick up something from offsite, or perhaps DVDs. Yeah, I'm at one of the world's great research libraries, and I'm checking out Season 4 of the Gilmore Girls.
What I loved most about Widener, however, were the joys that just waited on the shelf. Often I'd be looking for something, expecting it to be at Houghton (my nightmare; you want to bitch about libraries and wacky access policies, save that for Houghton. Seriously.). An early 18th-century German encyclopedia, in 24 volumes, with the original engravings? Just hanging out on the shelf? That I can photocopy!?!? (Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm an awful person. Don't worry, I used the overhead copier thing--I'm not that evil).
Alas, I no longer have access (although, it's apparently actually not all that hard to get access if you're a legitimate researcher, and quite honestly, I've other libraries of some colleges that will not be named are far more irritating), so I can only dream of the joys. But, considering the irritating tourists who are constantly taking pictures and lurking about outside, I fully understand the access policy. Just imagine Irritating Italian Tourist Family roaming around, inside the library, misshelving things willy-nilly and snappy pictures of crazed carrel dwellers? Not a pretty thought. read more