The National Library is an anachronism - that's the only word that comes to mind. It's housed in an ancient building along United Nations, inside the Luneta complex, and looks to be made from the same mold as the National Museum and Art Gallery. You need a library card to get in - an actual library card. They have an online catalog, but it's always broken, so you have to revert to their card catalogue. Card catalogue! Who even knows how to use one of those? Their elevator has a ceiling fan that might decapitate you any second, and to pick a floor, you need to pull a knob, twist it, and push it back in.
But I consider all these ancient hardships as challenges - as all vast hoards of knowledge need a good set of obstacles to deter all but the most persevering. Once you get inside, you forget all these anyway. Your eyes focus on the rows and rows of books - ancient tomes covered in dust (because they don't clean), with pages that turn into even more dust when you try to flip them (what do you mean climate control?).
Every bibliophile or history buff should spend at least an afternoon here. Bring a mask though, and an inhaler. read more