There was a time when a man knew his place in the home. And usually, it was in the garage. But, you know, things have a way of changing...

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There was a time when a man knew his place in the home. And usually, it was in the garage.

But, you know, things have a way of changing. First women get to vote and now, apparently, men are clamoring for a sanctuary to call their own inside the actual house.

In extreme cases, this can lead to rooms like the “Man Cave” at the 2006 Seattle Street of Dreams — a manly underground retreat, part wine cellar, part sports bar, part nuclear-bomb bunker.

And, of course, it can lead to a book.

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“Manspace: A Primal Guide to Marking Your Territory,” by Sam Martin (The Taunton Press, $24.95), is a virtual showcase of real men’s special spaces.

Bemoaning the fact that men have been banished from their homes to dingy garages, basements and sheds, Martin seeks to empower men to carve out their own prime real estate for exclusively guy goings-on.

He teaches by example. After a brief history of guy hideouts (think Graceland and the Playboy Mansion), Martin presents pages and pages of he-man rooms custom-made for collections, hobbies, sports and (ugh) work.

The rooms are clever and creative, the photos are artful and the text is decidedly testosterone-laced (“Where a man works is almost always as important as what he does.”).

But it would appear the Manspace Movement has a way to go. Several of these special spots are in a garage, basement or closet, and Martin himself writes in a backyard shed.