I recently moved to Marrickville and decided to check out the local library. I was looking forward to gathering an armful of books, plonking them down on the counter and getting myself a library card.
I entered the library and immediately felt some small concern. There was a massive amount of floorspace but very few bookshelves and what bookshelves were present were only five feet high. There was a children's section behind the main desk and an unutilised series of large steps with coloured cushions on the right. There were brightly lit study rooms along the sides and small tables and chairs lining the wall. Lots of people staring at laptops, no one reading books.
I headed up the stairs to my right and entered the ground floor to be welcomed by the clanging and banging of a cafe in operation. Traditionally libraries were places of quiet solitude, not places of clanking dishes accompanied by the sound of diesel engines coming from outside. I began perusing what I assumed to be the history section. A bland collection of books on Anzac history in both the first and second world war. I continued walking the aisles looking for anything of interest. There appeared to be no other history books present other than Australia's involvement in war along with some colonial history. I did notice a large section dedicated to cook books though; always important in an age where one can type in what ingredients one has available and have google spit out an endless list of recipes. I perused about half the bookshelves on the ground floor before heading upstairs in dismay. Things were no better up there. The most sorry collection of middle of the road pap one might expect to see being sold out the front of a strip mall newsagency for half price. Plenty of study rooms and a solid collection of foreign language books though.
As I walked around I heard someone sharing with their companion that someone thought they were hot. Where was the bespectacled librarian, come to hush these talkative twenty somethings?
I headed to the top level to witness an entire floor dedicated to cover displayed art books. Thoroughly uninspiring. By this point I was feeling pretty disgusted with the book selection of this library as well as the racket of the cafe.
I headed back to the ground floor and began perusing the shelves on the cafe side. As I drew nearer the cafe, insult was added to injury as I had my ears poisoned by some awful commercial radio oozing out some laboured lyrics of heartbreak and hurt feels. As I was eyeballing the books directly adjacent to the service counter of the cafe I moved around a middle aged couple sitting at a table. The male delivered a sentence to his partner about Foxtel that was met with no reply. Shortly thereafter the couple got up and left. Their visit to the library having done nothing to enliven their stale relationship.
As I neared the end of my search for any books of interest I was thinking to myself of everything this library was missing. I had seen no classic literature. No philosophy. Nothing juicy in the science section. Nothing to tickle the mind at all. Nothing but the most bland uninspired dross and badly organised at that.
If your idea of a valuable community library is a noisy cafe where one can drink coffee in front of screens whilst chatting to people with no better options than to spend time in your company then this might be the place for you. If on the other hand your idea of a valuable community library is a tranquil sanctuary of knowledge where one can have their mind stimulated to a lust of learning by the finest minds and writers of history; then Marrickville Library can only be described as a paragon of the decay of the western mind and its vision of the future.
The head librarian for this 2021 interpretation of an internet cafe should hang their head in shame and ask themselves the question, what is the purpose of a community library? read more