Paul Levy

Hoarder disorder

Barry Yourgrau’s Mess seeks to tidy up some definitions, as well as the author’s flat

issue 17 September 2016

The enormous desk on which I am writing this is swamped by four precarious piles of books, one topped by an ancient Filofax, another by a small framed photograph of a long-dead friend. I still bear the bruises from last week when I fell out of bed and triggered an avalanche of the book mountain on the bedside table, with its cache of notebooks, pens, pencils, water carafe and three reading lamps, one of which has been without a bulb for three months. I don’t actually know where anything is, and have to ask my wife if I need to find a particular title. Barry Yourgrau understands my
inability to tidy up my study and my life.

In Mess, he tries to clarify the differences between collectors (as we neurotics would like to pretend we are), clutterers and ‘extreme hoarders’. Having read and relished Yourgrau’s book, though, I can’t see why the ‘extreme’ is needed here.

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