It started when I was listening on the radio to an interview with the author of a new book that reexamins Alexander Graham Bell's invention of the telephone. That got me thinking about the book
Never the Twain Shall Meet, which was a dual history of Bell and Gallaudet, and their opposing views on the education of the Deaf. I went onto Amazon, to see if
Never the Twain Shall Meet was still in print (I read it as one of the texts in my ASL 101 and 102 classes, back in
mumblemumble), and I really enjoyed it.
I never got that far; I got led down the primrose path of "Why was this recommended to me?"
First, one of the books on the opening page was recommended because I'd bought
Cosmopolitanism: Ethics in a World of Strangers, only somehow, it never arrived inside my door, and got returned to sender by the post office, and I was still too lost in the fog of grief over my father's death to follow up on it, and I'd completely forgotten about it (this was three years ago). So I went back and reordered myself a copy, this time getting the paperback, instead of the hardcover.
Following a about three or four links further down the chain of "Customers who bought this, also bought..." led me to:
Frontiers of Justice: Disability, Nationality, Species Membership (Now, when you go to that book's page, it's grouped together with
Cosmopolitanism directly; I think I did that. ;-)).
And then, I went ahead and added
Praise Song for the Day: A Poem for Barack Obama's Presidential Inauguration to my shopping cart because, even as I was listening to Elizabeth Alexander recite it live, I knew I'd want to go back and reread it at least a couple of times.
These purchases were entirely spur of the moment, and they may not have been strictly prudent. But there you go. I
may make up some bookplates for them, with my return mailing address, and I
may mail them to friends who are interested in reading them after I have finished them, if and only if, they promise to mail them home again. I may also cast a Gaes upon them, too, as that is exactly how I lost my copy of
Never the Twain Shall Meet...