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'Let Nellie Melba sing that home-sweet anthem over our great land again—we are safe from the depredations of art,' writes William Gass on the front page of The New York Times Book Review,[1] dissenting from the implications of Witold Rybczynski's amusing book Home. Rybczynski has two aims, first to trace the history of our ideas of comfort (and the corollary notions of domesticity, coziness, intimacy) from their beginnings in hovels and chill medieval halls where people were indifferent to them, or knew no better, and lived in the presence of dozens of other people, slept many to a bed, and staved off drafts with portable hangings. Rybczynski has discovered many absorbing facts about our domestic evolution, and shows what a lot of human thought has gone into the modern chair, or attitudes about fresh air, or a room of our own.
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