My all time top five sad/pompous holiday reads have to be:
The Poetics of Space - Gaston Bachelard
The Phenomenology of Perception - Maurice Merleau-Ponty
Oneself as Another - Paul Ricoeur
The Architectural Uncanny - Anthony Vidler
The Principle Of Hope (Volume One) - Ernst Bloch
The laughter never stops on my holidays......
Saturday, 15 August 2009
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Holiday Reading
I had to go to Liverpool passport office yesterday to renew Louis’ passport.
We’re off to Lake Garda on Saturday so I had no choice but to opt for the same day service - For an exorbitant fee they can turn one round in four hours. I’m someone of fairly limited imagination when it comes to killing time so I ended up in “Waterstones”.
In a radical departure I’m taking some “holiday” books to Italy this year. As should have been made obvious through previous posts I’m verging on OCD with my books and whilst I fall short of bubble wrapping them before packing them in a suitcase I do wrap them carefully in towels. This year I’ve bagged some “3 for 2”’s so won’t feel too aggrieved if they don’t make the return journey.
Ordinarily my approach to book buying is quite conservative - I tend to follow authors and buy, where affordable, first editions. The only time I buy outside these parameters would normally be for book club purchases or presents ( I can see this could put me in a bad light! ) Whilst I’ve relaxed these conditions I still have standards so be assured I won’t be folding back the pages of any old rubbish. I don’t take my holiday reading lightly and it probably wouldn’t be a stretch to label some of my choices over the years pretentious, which brings me to the purpose of the post
What’s the most pretentious piece of holiday reading you’re prepared to admit to!
I’ll open with “Physics & Philosophy” by Werner Heisenberg ( sported on the beaches of Crete circa 1991 )
We’re off to Lake Garda on Saturday so I had no choice but to opt for the same day service - For an exorbitant fee they can turn one round in four hours. I’m someone of fairly limited imagination when it comes to killing time so I ended up in “Waterstones”.
In a radical departure I’m taking some “holiday” books to Italy this year. As should have been made obvious through previous posts I’m verging on OCD with my books and whilst I fall short of bubble wrapping them before packing them in a suitcase I do wrap them carefully in towels. This year I’ve bagged some “3 for 2”’s so won’t feel too aggrieved if they don’t make the return journey.
Ordinarily my approach to book buying is quite conservative - I tend to follow authors and buy, where affordable, first editions. The only time I buy outside these parameters would normally be for book club purchases or presents ( I can see this could put me in a bad light! ) Whilst I’ve relaxed these conditions I still have standards so be assured I won’t be folding back the pages of any old rubbish. I don’t take my holiday reading lightly and it probably wouldn’t be a stretch to label some of my choices over the years pretentious, which brings me to the purpose of the post
What’s the most pretentious piece of holiday reading you’re prepared to admit to!
I’ll open with “Physics & Philosophy” by Werner Heisenberg ( sported on the beaches of Crete circa 1991 )
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