In the vein of sharing memories and things I miss, figured I’d share a few of my favourite things as well. There are so many of them, but I’ll limit myself to books and plays for this post. They’re sort of related as most plays I love, I read as books…
Firstly my favourite books of all time. These are books I always buy when I find them, especially the version I first bought. Call me sentimental. I always have a copy in my bookcase, or two or three of each. And I enjoy reading them again and again.
The Crysalids by John Wyndham – I first read this book when I was a ‘tween and it struck a chord. I’m not into science fiction as such, but this book is special and it started my obsession with books/movies about the end of the world. (Yep. I get the irony in that.)
Every Night Josephine by Jacqueline Susann. This book is responsible for my love affair with poodles. After reading it I set out to find a black girl poodle. Instead I found and fell in love with a white boy (Timmy).
Green Eggs and Ham by Dr Seuss – What can I say? Probably my favourite book of all time. I would read it in a house, with a mouse, with a fox, in a box, over here, over there, I would read it anywhere!
My Name is Asher Lev by Chaim Potok – I’ve mentioned this book before. A book I adore though it makes me question how much of an artist I really am since I’m not obsessed by it as a little boy called Asher Lev. I also blame this book (and other Chaim Potok books) for my fascination with the Jewish religion.
Of course I have tons of books I love but these are the ones that stand out cause they’re the ones I always buy again.
I grew up loving books. I remember my favourite days at school were book related… one was the day we’d get the brochure with books for sale. We lived in Greece at the time and buying books in English wasn’t easy. We had a library at school and I was a regular visitor, but having my own books was special. My parents would allow me a certain amount of money for books so I’d pour over the brochure, reading the synopsis of the books I liked and carefully deciding which ones to buy. The other best days were the days the books arrived in their boxes, opening the boxes and breathing in that new book smell… ahhh…
The only book I remember from back then was Where the Red Fern Grows, but there were so many more.
Now I have a Kindle and sure, I’m a book lover and I love the smell of printed paper and the feel of a book. But I also love having countless books at my fingertips at any given moment. I love being able to carry one slim tablet instead of a heavy book (or two cause I was close to finishing the first). I have to admit though, I miss having a bookcases full of books…
Then there’s theatre.
I love live theatre, but I must admit I have two favourite plays I never tire of seeing. In the theatre or as a movie, professional or amateur.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard. I fell in love with this play when we had to read it for school. Especially the speech below. I mean, how can you not love this play?
ROS: …Do you ever think of yourself as actually dead,
lying in a box with a lid on it?
ROS: Nor do I, really… It’s silly to be depressed by it. I mean one
thinks of it like being alive in a box, one keeps forgetting to
take into account the fact that one is dead… which should
make a difference… shouldn’t it? I mean, you’d never know
you were in a box, would you? It would be just like being
asleep in a box. Not that I’d like to sleep in a box, mind you,
not without any air – you’d wake up dead, for a start and then
where would you be? Apart from inside a box. That’s the bit I
don’t like, frankly. That’s why I don’t think of it.
(GUlL stirs restlessly, pulling his cloak round him.)
Because you’d be helpless, wouldn’t you? Stuffed in a box
like that, I mean you’d be in there for ever. Even taking
into account the fact that you’re dead, really… ask
yourself, if! asked you straight off – I’m going to stuff you
in this box now, would you rather be alive or dead?
Naturally, you’d prefer to be alive. Life in a box is better
than no life at all. I expect. You’d have a chance at least.
You could he there thinking – well, at least I’m not dead!
In a minute someone’s going to bang on the lid and tell me
to come out. (Banging on the floor with his fists.) ‘Hey you,
whatsyernaine! Come out of there!’
GUlL: (Jumps up savagely) You don’t have to flog it to death!
ROS: I wouldn’t think about it, if! were you. You’d only get
depressed. (Pause.) Eternity is a terrible thought. I mean,
where’s it going to end?
The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde – The cleverest/funniest play ever. I’ve seen this so many times, even once in Adelaide starring Geoffrey Rush back when he was still acting on stage in Australia. He made an excellent Ernest.
Ah. My favourite things.
Besides poodles of course.