Ear­li­er this week, Stolen Words author Rab­bi Mark Glick­man wrote about the Jew­ish community’s mid­cen­tu­ry dis­pute over resti­tut­ed libraries. He is guest blog­ging all week as part of the Vis­it­ing Scribe series here on The ProsenPeo­ple.

Try this. Take some ink, and apply it to paper. A ver­ti­cal line here; a hor­i­zon­tal line there; some slants, curves, loops, and dots — all very small. Be metic­u­lous. If you do it right, your ink will become let­ters, your let­ters will become words, your words sen­tences, and your sen­tences pages. Stack up some of those pages, bind them togeth­er on one side, and you’ll have a book — a portable com­pi­la­tion of ink and paper for you to read when­ev­er you’d like.

But books, as we read­ers and writ­ers know, are much more than ink and paper. Books con­vey mean­ing, and their mean­ings can trans­form the world, or at least take us away from the here and now and bring us to times and places vast­ly dif­fer­ent than our own. More­over, books as phys­i­cal objects often take on sto­ries of their own, and thus cre­ate new types of con­nec­tions, as well. That’s why so many of us hold onto our books. That’s why so many of us trea­sure them. That’s why so many of us col­lect them with a love and pas­sion that we rarely bestow on oth­er phys­i­cal objects.

I just wrote a book of my own — a book about books. Lots of books. The books I wrote about were the tens-of-mil­lions of Jew­ish books loot­ed by the Nazis dur­ing their twelve-year reign in Europe, and if this col­lec­tion could right­ly be called a library, these books com­posed the largest Jew­ish library in the his­to­ry of the Jew­ish people. 

Just as my book was about to be released, my wife and I sold our house, and, for a time, I had to put my own library into storage.

It was sad. My library had been a mag­nif­i­cent lit­tle room, fea­tur­ing floor-to-ceil­ing book­shelves, a com­fort­able read­ing chair, and a globe because I’m snooty. It was a rab­bi-cave par-excel­lence, and I loved it. But over the course of two days, shelf-by-shelf, I emp­tied the library, until all that was left were emp­ty shelves and a thin veneer of dust — the faint rem­nant of the lit­er­ary trea­sures it once contained.

For Jews, books are trea­sures. Research­ing the sto­ry of the loot­ed books of the Holo­caust, I was repeat­ed­ly moved by the ways in which Jews cher­ish their books — the thrill that an old man expe­ri­enced upon receiv­ing a small children’s activ­i­ty book he had to leave behind when he left his home in Ger­many as a child; the tears shed by Ger­man Jews as they watched their books go up in flames dur­ing the brief spate of book burn­ings in May, 1933; the coura­geous deter­mi­na­tion that a group of schol­ars and authors in the Vil­na Ghet­to showed as they tried to save loot­ed Jew­ish books from the grub­bing hands of their Nazi overlords.

The sto­ry of my library wasn’t trag­ic like those of World War II era Europe, but the book­less­ness I felt when it was emp­ty gave me a tiny hint of what the Jews back then must have felt when they looked at the emp­ty shelves in their own homes and com­mu­ni­ty libraries.

Book­less­ness. For those of us who love the print­ed word, it is in some ways the spir­i­tu­al equiv­a­lent of home­less­ness. It leaves us with­out roots, with­out any­where to turn for com­fort, with­out the shel­ter and strength that books and some­times books alone can provide.

Unlike most Jews of Europe, I’ll sur­vive this time of book­less­ness. I’ll also get my books back some­day, and I live in a time when I can eas­i­ly get my hands on pret­ty much what­ev­er book I need. 

Still, the sense of book­less­ness reminds me of how tru­ly sacred — how tru­ly pre­cious — those piles of inked pages can actu­al­ly be. 

Rab­bi Mark Glick­man has served at con­gre­ga­tions in Ohio, Wash­ing­ton State, and Col­orado. He is the author of Stolen Trea­sure: The Nazi Plun­der of Jew­ish Books and Sacred Trea­sure — The Cairo Genizah: The Amaz­ing Dis­cov­er­ies of For­got­ten Jew­ish His­to­ry in an Egypt­ian Syn­a­gogue Attic.

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Rab­bi Mark Glick­man has served at con­gre­ga­tions in Ohio, Wash­ing­ton State, and Col­orado. He is the author of Sacred Trea­sure — The Cairo Genizah: The Amaz­ing Dis­cov­er­ies of For­got­ten Jew­ish His­to­ry in an Egypt­ian Syn­a­gogue Attic.

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