In this Sunday's paper, I will have a story about a former Shelbyville resident who has published an acclaimed new novel.
We were talking this week about her childhood days in Shelbyville when her mother, a local physician, would drop her off at the old Argie Cooper Public Library, and she would get down on her stomach to look at the bottom shelf in "fiction," which is where all the P.G. Wodehouse novels were. She recalled the library back then having an unusually large number of Wodehouse novels, and she worked her way through each one.
Wodehouse, if you're not familiar, wrote a series of comic novels featuring somewhat foolish Bertie Wooster and his unflappable butler, Jeeves. There was a terrific series of TV adaptations, produced in the UK but aired on PBS over here, starring Hugh Laurie as Wooster and Stephen Fry as Jeeves.
I was on my daily walk today, and I decided to stop by the library -- I thought I might send the author a photo showing her the beautiful new facility. After taking a smartphone photo of the outside of the building, I went in and looked in the fiction aisle, under W.
There was not a single P.G. Wodehouse novel. Not one. I checked the electronic card catalog, and there was nothing there either. I even looked on the shelves under "Woodhouse" (which is how the name is pronounced) in case someone had misspelled it.
Tastes change, and even the new library has only a limited amount of shelf space, but this just seems wrong.