Libraries, supposedly the home for knowledge. But wait. Who selects what goes into this library? The Librarian. And thus what we get is a filter as strong as any we see in Facebook or Google. But in the case of public libraries they are the local librarian, in New Jersey a person we are taxed to support every year as part of our property taxes. Is there any contact with them? No! They quite frankly do whatever they want.
Information access has changed dramatically in the past thirty years. In my opinion, libraries are defunct. Information, old and new is available on line. Not in a library. My own personal library is just over 10,000 books, I try to keep it at or below that number.
Now the NY Review of Books has a piece praising Libraries. They note:
The public loves the public library. ...a Pew Research
Center study from 2016 that showed that more than 90 percent of
Americans consider the library “very” or “somewhat” important to their
community. Pew researchers also found that about half of all Americans
sixteen and older had used the library in the past year. Even so,
libraries are often convenient targets for budget cuts. After the
financial crisis, in the years 2008–2013, for example, New York City
eliminated $68 million from the operating budget of the New York Public
Library, which resulted in a dramatic drop in staff hours and in its
acquisition budget. (A fair amount of Ex Libris is given over to
poignant behind-the-scenes discussions about budgets.) But it wasn’t
just the New York Public Library that was suffering. A study by the
American Library Association around the same time found that twenty-one
states reported cuts in library funding.
I really do not know what the basis for this is. My personal experience with Pew is that they are in my opinion highly biased. But that is my opinion based upon my experience. They continue:
In 2008 the private-equity billionaire .... donated $100 million to the cash-strapped NYPL.
The library’s flagship Beaux-Arts building on Fifth Avenue and 42nd
Street, which opened in 1911 and took sixteen years to complete at a
cost of $9 million (plus $20 million for the land on which it sits), now
bears his name. One hundred million dollars is a lot of money, but it
pales in comparison to the philanthropy of Andrew Carnegie, the patron
saint of libraries (and rabid industrialist), whose $55 million
largesse—the equivalent of $1.6 billion today—funded 2,509 libraries
worldwide, 1,679 of them public libraries in the United States, between
1886 and 1919. Sixty-seven of them were in New York City, sixteen of
which are still in use.
Now the unmentioned donor now has his name on my Alma Mater, so my donations go elsewhere, but alas, I have never been to the 42nd Street Library. I have no need to. There is this thing called the Internet, eighteen books and still going strong! I remember my first book, Xerox copies of documents and working in un-air conditioned desks at MIT, the sweat pouring down my arm marking the writing on lined yellow pads. Now, I can sit with multiple screens access indexed files and write and rewrite as necessary. I have been to our town Library once, the have nothing of interest. It is a social gather hole, that is all.
So are Libraries useful? Good question. Perhaps it should be asked.