Timothy Noah writes a column that jibes with my experiences:
My undying library memory from youth is that the prudish matron behind the checkout desk wouldn't let me take out books that weren't in the children's section, even after my mother told her that she'd given me permission to use her library card. To borrow the books I wanted (we're talking racy stuff like The Mouse That Roared), I had to get my mother to come down to the library and check them out herself. For many years thereafter, I disliked on sight every librarian I encountered.
Like everyone else, librarians are a mixed bag, but I can remember several -- public library, university library, newspaper library -- who believed that part of their job was to block access to information, rather than facillitate it. Perhaps that's why I found certain elements of The Name of the Rose so believable...Posted by Ideofact at April 12, 2007 11:55 PM