The bookcase has been around as long as it was necessary to store books. As a domestic piece of furniture it probably had its heyday in the eighteenth and early nineteenth century, when it was considered an essential piece of furniture.
Books were perceived as precious and valuable items, particularly when they were hand-printed with hand produced leather bindings. The size of many bookcases seemed to reflect the status and presence that a good book collection could have.
Not that all book collections were valued by their owners. It was a common occurrence when setting up house to buy books by the yard in order to fill a library. It was often immaterial as to the subjects, as long as the bindings looked decorative.
It is often a mistake to think that because a country or town house had a large library, that those books were read, and read often. You can only wonder how many homes had books that would crack when opened, showing that they had never left the shelf since they were first placed there.
At one time reading was thought by many, to be an anti-social pursuit, selfish even. Books were all very well decorating a bookcase, but you wouldn’t want your head stuck in one, would you?
Today, many countries have universal literacy, but few read regularly. Our modern bookcases show the status that we hold books in. If you try to store regular books in a flat pack bookcase, the shelves soon sag or collapse. They are really only there to store half a dozen paperbacks and a ceramic vase.
Perhaps reading has always been a minority leisure activity, an anti-social one to many, but a must for some of us. Long live the sturdy bookcase!
