The library that is most familiar to people is a hushed, well-stacked place, commandedat least in fableby a hushed, not-very-well-stacked spinster with her hair in a bun and ice in her eyes, and frequented by those who want to browse or drowse, study or doodle, read or simply exchange furtive notes with members of the opposite sex. There are still hundreds of such cozy havens all over the U.S., but they are turning into anachronisms. Their problem is that a technological age demands far more from a library than a quiet place...
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