Every so often and in my case the other day when I started Susan Hill’s In the Springtime of the Year (review to follow in due course), I get that inimitable feeling. You know the one I’m talking about, it’s when you read a page or three of a book and realise you are on the cusp of what is going to be a great experience, that will not only satisfy your lust for words but stay with you in both a literal and metaphorical sense forever.
I am a book snob mostly, well I was and sometimes still am but in my moments of sanity I realise that I will never be able to read all those classic and ground breaking works and be truly satisfied without my flights of fancy as well. These days I find my joys in pulp novels as much as classic literary works and why not, whether it be; War and Peace, Lanark, The Long goodbye, The Secret Island, Winnie the Pooh, Existentialism and Humanism or The Insect Warriors, it’s one heck of a unique and thrilling journey.
In fact it fuels my passion, I never went to university although people assume I have by what I read (and apparently, my ‘you-sound-to-posh-to-come-from-round-here’ accent) but there is no limit to what anybody can discover. Go embrace books and ideas and learning, find all those fascinating things that you never would have heard of otherwise, the world is a more bewitching place than I can envision and other people’s imaginations are much more interesting and sometimes a bit scary than I would have ever suspected.
I imagine that whatever you are into will generate this feeling, be it film or music or any one of a number of things and I crave to know…books have taught me about things I never thought would be exciting like dairy farming on Montana and the evolution of the British seaside resort. Anything is absorbing if the person telling you of their love is passionate and tells you the beguiling bits early on…a bit like when the National Geographic did the 100 years of the swimsuit in pictures issue.
I have a deep ravenous need to discover, be amazed and experience new ways of looking at things, it is my opinion that everything is interesting if told with some enthusiasm and from a personal aspect and I naturally equate that to that feeling of being in a thoroughly engrossing and brilliant book that will always stand the test of time on one’s memory.
So I open the floor to you fine and wise readers and ask what books, music, films or any other experience or hobby gives you that euphoric feeling and why have you waited this long to tell me?