Stuff: Compulsive Hoarding and the Meaning of Things. I'll admit I am something of a packrat. I come by it naturally - my paternal grandmother had small boxes lining the stairway up to the second floor. I don't mean they were sitting there waiting to go upstairs the next time she made a trip. No siree. This was permanent storage, and I'm not at that point. Yet. The people in this book zoomed light years past Grandma. The infamous Collyer brothers, who lived in a cave of newspapers they'd stacked in their home, are covered. I'd forgotten they'd set booby traps. Golly. Most of the people profiled aren't paranoid recluses which makes their cases all the sadder. But fascinating.
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Thank you for posting about the Collyer Brothers. I'd first read about them in an old issue of "Biography Magazine" back in the late 1990's, and I've never forgotten their bizarre- and sad- story.
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