
For as long as I can remember, my life’s been filled with books. Crime novels, fantasy epics, philosophy texts, historical narratives and subjects with only a passing interest. Some books I’ve read multiple times, others I’ll never touch again and will probably keep gathering dust on the shelves.
Maybe for you it’s different. Maybe you stack your shelves with books you’ll never read once. And that’s okay. There’s a term for that in Japanese called tsundoku, which means collecting books that pile up in the home and won’t ever be read.
But at its core what does tsundoku represent? The habits of a hoarder? The preening of a pseudo-intellectual? Let’s answer those questions in my third essay on an exploration of Japanese mental health concepts.
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