I can buy a book without reading the backside. The only reason I buy it is because it appeals to me in a way. This can have to do with the cover, the title, the quality of the pages or perhaps something less obvious that I cannot quite figure out myself.
I believe I’m not the only one who has a pile of books unread at home. I am starting to realize now, why we practice this odd way of “throwing money away”.
There is no harm in letting these books fall into oblivion. What happens in between the covers of these particular books I can fill in myself. The story that develops in my head can be provoked by a specific look or feel of a book.
Hot Glass is my latest found.
It is a play, based on your “everyday” people, living their automatic lives. The little chances they get to escape into a life worth living, play an import role. Moments of sudden shock or surprise. Moments a feeling is at its strongest. Small revelations.
A book for those interested in the difference between what is real and what turns real.
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November 5th, 2009 at 4:44 pm
I like the fact that with your pictures you made your own everyday people story. Well done!
November 11th, 2009 at 10:01 pm
Being in a bookstore gives me the same feeling, I wanna buy loads of books, just because of some small elements, some slightly details that appeal me. But buying them like you do? I never do somehow.
I would say, take care of these books. Nourish them. Because one day, you will have this large cupboard filled with goodlooking books. Honestly, wouldn’t this be the most interesting part of your home? Just treat them as a sculpture.