A month ago, I began a ‘Great Purge’ of my books to solve the problem of the acute shortage of shelf space. I sold the books guilty of constricting the available room in my book case to my friends in Facebook.
The term ‘purge’ has acquired a rather negative connotation stemming from decades of western propaganda against the ‘specter of communism’ and distorted Hollywood images of bestial orgies and ‘killing fields’.
And yet in its original usage by political parties before the advent of the ‘Red Scare’ purging simply meant the removal from the membership list of members of bad standing.
In short, it really is nothing more than the disposal of what has become superfluous:
All in all, I got rid of one third of all my books, that is almost 200 mostly fiction and general nonfiction titles. Good riddance for all the books I had extra copies of, I didn’t like, or didn’t found useful anymore:
But with the spatial constraints posed by the excess books overcome, I now have more space to rearrange the remaining books on my shelf: