Quote: Minds alive on the shelves
Time travel is one of those elusive treasures that is hard to get right in fiction, but when it works it can be amazing. But every book you have ever read is really a time travel book if you think about it. Because you are reading what someone thought in the past. Sometimes that person is not even alive anymore. We can go back ten, fifty, two hundred years in the past and read what someone was thinking.
And what do we call this miraculous phenomenon? A book. Humph. That single word fails to do justice to all that is contained within its storied pages. Pulp and ink and thought and experience are bound between those covers, transcending time and place, culture and laws. There does not exist a single word which can adequately describe all the marvelous, serendipitous, time-bending power contained within a single book.
“These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves.”
So if you can read, savor the moment. Say a prayer of thanks. And pull one of these chronological latchkeys off the shelf and allow its narrative current to sweep you off into the past. Read like there’s no tomorrow. Because when you’re reading, there isn’t.