My Dream Room: T.E. Lawrence’s Book Room in Clouds Hill

(Here’s the first of my clip-free posts. Gratefully, I have a backlog of topics about music and books that will allow me to keep things feeling business-as-usual, until this YouTube mess is sorted out. I’ll keep you posted on my progress, but at this point, I’m definitely looking to post my clips elsewhere. If anyone has any suggestions, I’d love to hear them.)

I love books, and I love collecting them. I don’t know how many I own, probably 900. All shapes and sizes. As you can imagine, a lot are about film and music. And comedy. Nonfiction books about What is Funny. In fact, most of these books are nonfiction, with an alarming amount about the contributions of gay, black or Jewish people to 20th century American popular culture, aka what they didn’t teach us in school. (I’m prone to lose myself in a reverie, staring at some of my shelves. I’ll sigh and say, “I have so many good books.”)

Currently, I have around the house stacks of recently-acquired books (mostly used), waiting for some shelf-space, which sadly, won’t happen. My daydream is to one day own a used bookstore; until then, I’ll be content to live in one.

My wife used to be in publishing and she, too, loves books. (The centerpieces at our wedding were stacks of used books from our collection, bound in a blue ribbon. One of my happiest moments that day was seeing all of our friends and family holding and talking about books, books, books, divvying them up.) I was very proud to build in our kitchen a library for Debbie’s cookbooks. It’s great to see her study the spines, like an artist in motion, concocting another great meal.

Gratefully, our son is following suit, and frequently I’ll see Harry Mose sitting in his rocking chair, perusing a book like some miniature Alistair Cooke.

Anyway, the photograph below is the book room of T.E. Lawrence, aka Lawrence of Arabia. He also loved books, and later in his short life, in the 1920s, he bought a cottage in Dorset, England, a cottage he named Clouds Hill. It had only four rooms, very sparsely furnished. A couple of chairs, a fireplace to heat tin cans of food, a few sleeping bags.1 On the other hand, one of the downstairs rooms was devoted entirely to books, 1,250 of them, from floor to ceiling, with little else except a big-ass bed on which to read them.

Yep, this is my dream room. There will come a time, down the road, when I’ll own a home, hire a carpenter, give him a print out of this picture, and say, “Go to town.” Until then, my family will just have to live with stacks of books around the house.

(That’s the end of the post proper. But if you want to read how I got the picture, keep reading. Consider it a bonus post.)

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In 2005, I found this picture of Lawrence’s book room, in a small library in an even smaller town in Maine (yeah, the town was smaller than its library). The town is St. George, and the library is the quaint Jackson Memorial Library.

Debbie and I were vacationing in a nearby cabin, and we’d frequent the library to use their internet. While one was on the computer, the other would comb the shelves. I found the book–T.E. Lawrence by His Friends, published in 1937, first edition–and while thumbing through it, stumbled across this picture (page 333). I swooned.

I photocopied the picture and posted it next to my desk at home, a kind of carrot on a stick, my idea of domestic tranquility.

When I began this blog, anything that I consider interesting or rare became fodder for a post, including this picture. But my photocopy was weak in detail. So I tracked down a copy of the book at the ginormous New York Public Library, on 42nd St. I wouldn’t be allowed to check it out, but I planned to sneak a picture of it with my phone.

I went to the library, which is very stiff and serious. Austere, I guess they’d call it. There’s millions of books and a heavy atmosphere of history and enforced respect. Intimidating and, sadly, condescending. In order to look at this seventy-year old book, I had to stand in three different lines, fill out two forms, and wait almost an hour. By the time they had posted my call number, I felt like they’d be handing me a Guttenberg Bible. Instead they handed me a line of bullshit…

They’d lost the book. In fact, they could tell me only one thing with certainty: Among the branch’s 15 million books, scrolls, newspapers, etc., they only knew where it wasn’t, that is the shelf it was supposed to be on. I left in a huff, giving the literate finger to the cement lions guarding the legendary building.

I went home and immediately called the modest Jackson Memorial Public Library of St. George, Maine. A very nice lady took the call. I asked her if she still had the T.E. Lawrence book. She put down the phone, and picked it up about 40 seconds later, saying, “I’m holding it right now.” I described the picture and it’s relative location within the book.

Ten seconds later, tops: “Yes. Found it.”

I asked her if she could scan it for me.

“I’m sorry, we don’t have a scanner.”

“Oh, um, let’s see…” My mind was racing through the most complicated solutions imaginable, i.e. find someone local with a scanner and get him or her involved to do Lord knows what–but it didn’t matter because the librarian cut me off.

“Why don’t I just mail it to you?”

“…You’d do that?!”

“Sure. You’ll take care of it, right?” She said this matter-of-factly, not in an accusatory manner.

“Hey,” I said, “Just look at that picture. That’s my dream room. Do I sound like someone who’d disrespect a book?”

“Of course not. Just give me your address and I’ll send it out today.”

And that was it. The wonderful and trusting Yvonne (the library’s director) kept her word, and I kept mine. When I received the book, I noticed the inside back cover had one of those wonderful, old school library pockets, the one for the card that would keep track of when it was due back. (So, I guess I do mean “old school” and not “ol’ skool”!) There’s where I got an idea why Yvonne felt she could live without the book for a week or so: T.E. Lawrence by His Friends had been checked out only 14 times in 63 years. (So cool of them to keep it on their shelves! I guess it had been waiting for me all those years.)

Anyway, if you ever get to St. George, Maine (on a peninsula off the mid-coast of Maine, just south of Rockland), be sure to check out the local library. You’d be surprised what you might find!



BACK TO POST 1 Yep, a couple of sleeping bags. One was embroidered with the word “tuum” (Latin for “yours”) and was for guests (such as authors George Bernard Shaw, EM Forster and Robert Graves); the other sleepiing bag was labeled “meum,” (Latin for “mine”) which was the one Lawrence would use. Also, plumbing was installed only after his mother said she was going to visit. This guy liked it lean.

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11 responses to “My Dream Room: T.E. Lawrence’s Book Room in Clouds Hill

  1. I love books, have so many books, but I’m afraid my recent boom of school stuff and movie buffness has overshadowed it.

    Lawrence’s collection is maybe the best I’ve seen. Lucky dude, he was.

    • Yeah, 1,250 books in a single room. Mine are in at least 5 or 6 places around my apartment. I lose books all the time bec. I can’t remember where I put them!

  2. Nick

    Great post. Pun intentional at the end there, I am assuming….?

  3. Shannon

    Loved your “clip free” post. Of course it most be because I love books too!

  4. Shannon

    that’s must be ..

  5. Graham Chainey

    Your view from another angle is merely the same view flipped! As a TEL enthusiast, I share your delight, of course. After his death, you may like to know, the books were all sold off and many of the most valuable are now in American collections. “Friends” is one of my all-time favourite books, and I own two copies, which I don’t loan to anyone!

    • “Your view from another angle is merely the same view flipped!”
      Oh, my goodness! I didn’t realize! Thanks for pointing it out.

      Does the Appendix at the end of “Friends” say how many records he had in his collection?

      Have you ever visited Clouds Hill? I felt bad that I had to shortchange how interesting a place that was–or, more so, how interesting his development of it was.

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  7. Great read thanks, just watched Lawrence of Arabia and was curious about Clouds Hill and came across your blog. I too swoon for a bedroom like his also, have you got yours yet?

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