Philistines at the gates

<div xmlns:cc="" xmlns:dct="" about=""><span property="dct:title">Crickhowell public library</span> (<a rel="cc:attributionURL" property="cc:attributionName" href="">Jaggery</a>) / <a rel="license" href="">CC BY-SA 2.0</a></div>
Crickhowell Public Library by Jagger, licensed under Creative Commons licence

To my mind the litmus test of a civilised community is the presence of either a bookshop or a library, preferably both. Whenever I visit a new town or city I can’t help but keep an eye out for a bookshop or, failing that, a local library, because that suggests that the locals value the life of the mind at least as much as branded clothing, a sofa outlet or a supermarket chain.

So I was horrified at rumours that the small town we’ve just moved to, which boasts a small but lively bookshop as well as a branch library, was in danger of losing the latter. “337 libraries have closed in the United Kingdom in the last 5 years,” I read. The county council, needing to make cuts in what continues to be the deepest, longest period of austerity in peace time, eventually opted to cut all branch library times (and therefore staff salaries) by 20%, safeguarding this branch library.

Long term, however, the future is not good: Continue reading “Philistines at the gates”