90% of what has come up before holds true.
I got a new library card yesterday (still my go-to move for when I worry I’m gonna bolt), only to find that the Talking Book and Braille Library of Indiana does not have open stacks. *sad trombone* However, intercepting a librarian coming back from her lunch and telling her that I was just looking for braille materials for a research project (true, albeit personal research, not formally affiliated with any institutions or really useful…yet,) she said she’d bring down whatever she could find.
CUT TO 5 MINUTES LATER, when a librarian, prim and professionally dressed, handed me, looking probably however you’d imagine me to look, a ~15 cm stack of paper comprising two (2!) parts of a four (4!) part braille Playboy and a braille Reader’s Digest, equally as bulky. Apparently most of that library’s trade these days is through audio media, which seems a little bit of a shame, that’s what she had on hand AND I could keep the Reader’s Digest.
I did not balk, and thanked her as I took the lot around the corner, totally hiding the Playboy covers because while I will not give strangers the satisfaction of seeing me maybe a little uncomfortable, I am quasi-Victorian enough to not want the 3 homeless people in the state library lobby to see me walking around with Playboys in the middle of the day. I sat down and inspected the corners, just because one worries what biological assaults any library book has survived, let alone something potentially of prurient interests. It was not well thumbed, nor particularly marked, and none of the pages stuck together in a quick flip-through, so all sorts of good signs.
Problematically, as my fingers really are not yet good at reading AND most braille is printed on both sides of a page (which visually is distracting but tactilely unnoticeable,) the best pages for capturing for later study at my current level of understanding are the occasional bits where an article has ended on the opposite side and there is no need to disambiguate bumps from valleys.
That page on the top is an article on the rebooted Star Trek. And film and TV produc-er/ director/ design-er/ ed-itor Abrams. I didn’t capture the full width, but I think my favorite phrase is about 12 lines down, “itchy space co-st-umes”. While the selection does include the word “sexy” it does not just say “boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs”, which is what I would have joked a braille Playboy mostly says.
That stack of sections (keys for scale) is essentially just one magazine worth of text, (or I guess two Reader’s Digests,) so I can see why the library might prefer the audio route for content just in terms of storage space. That said, the childhood goal of being able to truly read in the dark is not one that is going to be reached unless I practice. (Despite a hundred things to do, my far-sighted giant-kid-hands and that Reader’s Digest have a date later.)
Oho, and (as it was a different set of people at the circulation desk when I went to return the Playboy before leaving), surely no one has ever so quickly and quietly abandoned books at the desk as what occurred on this day. Not even in my days of being a Keyser Söze of quietly returning overdue books. I can only imagine the nonplus left in my wake when the elderly lady flipped them over after I was well out of the door and maybe even already in my car. An exclamation point probably appeared over her head. Never was I so skilled at dropping-the-gun-and-walking-out-of-there-and-moving-to-Sicily-just-‘till-this-blows-over as I am right now.