On a shelf somewhere in your home, there is a book you bought with genuine intention. You were going to read it. You may have told someone you were going to read it. The book has been there for two years and you have looked at it approximately forty times, always with a feeling that is somewhere between fondness and low-grade guilt.
The Japanese have a word for this: tsundoku. It refers specifically to the habit of acquiring books and letting them pile up unread. The word has no direct English equivalent, which may or may not say something about respective relationships with guilt. In English, we say we have "a lot of books" and leave the implication hanging.
The psychology of book-buying is genuinely interesting, not because it is unusual but because it is so consistent. Studies on what is sometimes called "the aspiration gap" - the distance between who we intend to be and who we are - show that books are a particularly potent form of aspirational purchasing. You are not just buying the object. You are buying the version of yourself who has read it.
This is not quite delusion. It is not exactly rational, either. It is something more like optimism with a spine and a cover price. When you buy the book on Roman history, or the one about statistical thinking, or the celebrated novel everyone read except you, you are making a bet on your future self: that they will have the time, the energy, and the sustained interest that your current self, standing in the bookshop, currently lacks.
The bet usually loses. Future self turns out to have the same evenings as current self - tired, distracted, preferring something that does not require forty pages before it gets interesting. The book joins the shelf. The shelf becomes a record of intentions.
What is worth asking is whether this matters. The books are not hurting anyone. They may, in some diffuse way, be doing something useful - maintaining a relationship with the idea of reading, keeping the possibility open, signalling to yourself what you care about. A bookshelf full of unread books is not a monument to failure. It is a fairly honest map of what a person finds interesting when they are feeling optimistic about the future. Most people's minds are fuller than their schedules allow. The tsundoku just makes it visible.
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