![]() ![]() Tracing them back to a half-century earlier, Masters set to wondering about the identity of the author. Instead, they were the diaries of someone who, with hurried hand and buffeted heart, filled 148 volumes from margin to margin with the marginalia of life, thousands of words. The yarn begins when British social worker Masters ( Simon: The Genius in My Basement, 2012, etc.) discovered a load of books thrown out in a skip-what we’d call a dumpster-in one of those eureka moments for bibliophiles: “Clustered inside a broken shower basin, wedged into the gaps around a wrenched-off door, flapping in the breeze on top of the broken bricks and slates, were armfuls of books.” But not books, really. An affecting, bittersweet portrait of an anonymous person rescued-if rescued it is-from obscurity quite by accident. ![]()
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