Walking into the public library, Stadsbiblioteket, of Stockholm today reminded me of stepping into “The Library of Babel”, the library that Jorge Luis Borges descibes in his novel from 1941.
The heart of the Stockholm public library is a circular room, stacked halfway up with books of all imaginable character. The top half is a round white-painted dome, letting the stories, words, characters and thoughts drift around as they please.
It drums up visions of Ruiz Zafón’s Barcelona- based book cemetery where you’re allowed to choose one book to take care of. Today, the book that seemed to call out my name from the fathoms of the Universe, was Fitzgerald’s “Tales of The Jazz Age.”
All the books on the shelves play out plots that have basis in one theme: love.