Good Librarian, Bad Librarian
One Saturday a few weeks ago, we went to the Rainier Beach library with Little Miss Seattlest. After picking out several books, we were making our way to the circulation desk when one of the librarians behind the public service desk spoke.
"Excuse me," she said. "Have you heard about the summer reading program?" We were, of course, familiar with the concept of a summer reading program, but we hadn't really thought about enrolling our 1.75-year-old. "Oh, it's for kids of all ages," the librarian said. "Some of the books are perfect for kids her age."
She handed us a tracking sheet and that night The Best Pet of All got LMS one tenth of the way to a free book. And we were thinking to ourselves, wow, we really do love our new library branch.
This past weekend, we were once again at the Rainier Beach library with Little Miss Seattlest. We were once again headed towards the circulation desk having stocked up on picture books. LMS was chatty. And another librarian leaned towards us.
"Excuse me," she said, and we got ready to say that we were already in the book club. "I'd like to remind you about library voices." Oh. No book club.
We apologized. We were mortified. We were a little confused, because we'd really just been talking at conversational volumes, which we've used in branches throughout the city without attracting shushes.
It's been ages and ages since we thought of the library -- any public library -- as a temple of silence. Not noisy, of course (except for the wide-open concrete sounding booth that is downtown), but a pleasant hubbub. A place to hammer out your campaign against vampires or an evil mayor.
Of course, Rainier Beach has apparently had problems with noisy youth recently. And lord knows our daughter's not a quiet little angel -- we've carried her outside posthaste when she made a racket and didn't quiet down.
But the library's Rules of Conduct don't specify church-at-midnight levels of quiet, just no "disruptive noises such as loud talking, screaming, or banging on computer keyboards." (Note to self: don't let LMS bang on computer keyboards.)
Perhaps the librarians at Rainier Beach could visit a few of the city's other branches -- North East, Fremont, University -- to see what their noise levels are like on the weekend. They manage a balance between sepulchral quiet and anarchy that we find most pleasing to our ears.


