Beinhart,
Larry. The Librarian (New York: Nation Books, c2004) 432 p.
Three
university librarians in the District of Columbia become entangled in
a conspiracy to steal a presidential election. The first, Elaina
Whisthoven, a timid mousy young woman, quickly disappears. This
brings the University Librarian, David Goldberg into the picture.
Goldberg says of libraries and their users,
libraries
are free places. They are clean, dry places in a stormy world. They
are full of ideas and information. With all of that together, they
tend to collect kooks and wackos and people who bring shopping carts
with them, filled with conspiracy theories. Even a university library
with restrictions on access and with campus security. There are,
after all quite a few member of the faculty and student body who have
wandered off the deep end of the pier. Over the years I've grown
accustomed to them and learned to think of them as harmless and I'm
never offended by them and I've learned that the best way to handle
them, if there's no incidence of a physical violation, is on their
own terms. (p. 10).
and
about being a librarian,
It's
a sort of communism, without ideology or Marx or any of that
bullshit. We're in the business of giving away knowledge. For free.
Come in, please come in, and take some knowledge. For free, no, no
limit, keep going, gorge on it if you want, no, it's not a trick, a
come on, a free sample and then we'll bill you later, or we'll paper
your head with banners and pop-ups. Librarians don't have a lot of
status and we don't make a lot of money, more than poets, but not so
much, say, as your more successful panhandlers, so our ideals are
important to us and the love of books and the love of knowledge and
the love of truth and free information and letting people discover
things for themselves and let them, oh, read romance novels or
detective novels, whatever they want, and giving poor people Internet
access. (p. 72).
He
uses his superior library skills to battle the conspirators, assisted
by head librarian Inga Lokisborg.
She's
a crone, judgmental, and, by librarian standards, fierce. The lines
in her face are like the fissures in layered shale, her eyes,
overall, are the color of slate, but there are chips in them the
color of bluestone ... (p.20).
yet
without knowing what is going on, Inga hides David's computer from
the authorities. She believes in the privacy of library records.
David also recruits a colleague at the Library of Congress, Susie
Bannockburn.
I'd
known Susanne for years. And avoided her whenever possible. Her life,
in the telling, was an opera of angst, her every relationship a tale
told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying nothing, said
tales regaled over low-fat lattes, Healthy Choice entrees, and in
women's restrooms for decades thereafter. Listening was bad enough,
but I always felt as if she wanted more, she wanted me to sail off
into the idiot wind with her and create a relationship full of
tugging and tearing and weeping and terminating so that she would
have another sound and fury to take into tomorrow's restroom with
her. (p. 213-14).
Together with a femme fatale
political agent the librarians foil an ingenious plot to subvert the
election process.