I know some of you will laugh when you read this. For the past month I've been trying NOT to buy anymore books.
The way I figured it: If I'm really leaving the country for a year, I wouldn't be able to read them anyway. It's just not practical to ship books over. So, why buy books? In fact I've also stopped going to the library, in case I forget to return them and come back with a massive overdue fines.
But for books, it's always more than just about the reading of them. For many of us, there is the compulsion to possess - you guys know what I'm talking about. Last week I've picked up two books I had my eyes on: Wild, by Jay Griffiths (I have been waiting for the paperback after reading about it in The Guardian), and Nancy Mitford's Love in a Cold Climate and Other Novels, recommended by Ovidia. (Can you believe my local library do not have a copy available for this title?)
But I have more. Here's a picture of a small stack of books I have been keeping on reservation - waiting for the day I bring them home:
List of books, from the top:
- Stoner, John Williams
- Afloat, Guy De Maupassant
- The Summer Book, Tove Jansson (NYRB Classics)
- A Winter Book, Tove Jansson
- The Summer Book, Tove Jansson
(I'm still of two-minded on whether I should pick up the UK edition, published by Sort Of Books instead of the NYRB edition. Sort Of Books has published Tova Jansson's A Winter Book, The Summer Book and Fair Play, with foreword by Ali Smith. As a collection they make a nice set. But my personal partiality to NYRB is making it difficult to choose. Even with books we have brand affiliation.)
- The Italian, Ann Radcliffe (Oneworld Classics edition)