Today I learned a little (make that A LOT) about a particular private library in a particular Connecticut home. Which – by the way – I am totally going to go visit at some point in time in the near future because homgggggggg
Jay Walker calls it “The Library of the History of Human Imagination” and I can honestly see why.
But since I couldn’t possibly summarize the enormity of this library better than this writer already did, here’s a look into Jay Walker’s personal library (and the article to go along with it):
Browse the Artifacts of Geek History in Jay Walker’s Library
The View From Above Looming over the library is an original Sputnik 1 satellite, one of several backups the Soviets built. At far left is a model of NASA’s experimental X-29 jet, with forward-swept wings. “It’s the first plane that a pilot can’t fly—only computers can handle it,” Walker says. On the top of the center shelves are “scholar’s rocks,” natural formations believed by the Chinese to spur contemplation. Behind the rocks is a 15-foot-long model of the Saturn V rocket.
Nothing quite prepares you for the culture shock of Jay Walker’s library. You exit the austere parlor of his New England home and pass through a hallway into the bibliographic equivalent of a Disney ride. Stuffed with landmark tomes and eye-grabbing historical objects—on the walls, on tables, standing on the floor—the room occupies about 3,600 square feet on three mazelike levels. Is that a Sputnik? (Yes.) Hey, those books appear to be bound in rubies. (They are.) That edition of Chaucer … is it a Kelmscott? (Natch.) Gee, that chandelier looks like the one in the James Bond flick Die Another Day. (Because it is.) No matter where you turn in this ziggurat, another treasure beckons you—a 1665Bills of Mortality chronicle of London (you can track plague fatalities by week), the instruction manual for the Saturn V rocket (which launched the Apollo 11 capsule to the moon), a framed napkin from 1943 on which Franklin D. Roosevelt outlined his plan to win World War II. In no time, your mind is stretched like hot taffy.