Bye-bye went the likes of The Marilyn Encyclopedia and the lackluster tribute by Life Magazine of Katharine Hepburn (I opted to keep the People Magazine tribute instead). I also extracted a James Stewart biography from the depths of my collection because it had never impressed me from day one as well as a Cary Grant biography that I found riddled with errors the first (and only) time I read it. I bid adieu to more than one floppy trade paperback retrospective but kept a firm grip on the sturdier, more elaborate giant hardcovers that I've grown to love over the past few years. Honestly, I cannot see myself ever wanting to part with the likes of Adrian: Silver Screen to Custom Label or Garbo Portraits. Those ones will be with me till the day I snuff it, folks.
Fine, I've aged. No one likes to admit it, do they? In order to give myself some semblance of youth I held on to my Looney Tunes coffee table book as well as an art book dedicated to Archie comics' Betty and Veronica (I was always a Veronica girl, couldn't stand Betty). Heaped amongst the lighter fare of my classic film book collection are sprinkled more works on The Wizard of Oz, the whimsical and very beautiful partnership of Astaire and Rogers, and a lighthearted look inside the MGM backlot. Gone are the books that I didn't have time to open when I purchased them and, quite frankly, couldn't imagine myself reading now anyway. Tastes change and even if I did find the time to pick them up now, I don't think I would. Life is short and there are way too many other books I'd like to read instead.
So, what have I learned from having a giant unhaul? I've learned not to be so impulsive when buying classic film books - or any books for that matter. Instead of adding any old book to my shopping cart just because it's classified a 'classic film book,' I should really consider whether or not I'd actually read it. Like, open it up and read each page. Really lose myself in its narrative. If I can't see myself doing that, then I ain't buying. Plain and simple. I've also learned that some obsessions don't last forever. Case in point: my childhood obsession with Marilyn Monroe. At one time I must have owned every single book published about her. Now, after this unhaul, I maybe own a handful of them (not even). If you'd like to take a look at my book collection before the clear-out, click here.
Have you unhauled recently? If you have, tell me about your experience in the comments section down below!