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Friday, 30 June 2017

Navigating my personal L-Space

I have always loved reading. I couldn’t wait to learn, and once I had started to learn I would torture my dad by insisting I read the newspaper to him! I would read bedtime stories to my sister, and I would read, read, read just about everything I could get my hands on! I was a regular at the local library, I always had such a hard time choosing which to read first. I read just about all the popular childrens authors, Enid Blyton, Oliver Hassencamp, Rolf Ulrici, Jack London, Alfred Hitchcock, Karl May, Astrid Lindgren to name but a few. Lateron I devoured Agatha Christie, Edgar Wallace, Heinz Konsalik, Sir Artur Conan Doyle, Frederick Forsythe. As my english improved, I started to re-read some english authors in their original language. Agatha Christie is still a favourite – but in english, I discovered fantasy- and science fiction which became my favourite genres. As much as I loved Sir Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes – my favourite book by him became ‘The Lost World’. I still love Sherlock Holmes – and particularly enjoy the 1984 Series with Jeremy Brett – but I enjoy The Lost World more. Douglas Adams, David Eddings, Isac Asimov and my absolutely favourite author Sir Terry Pratchett!  Since his death I have been keeping his last book as a special treat – not really wanting to to finish the final book! I have recently finally started reading it ... rationing out page by page, savouring every word.

I usually have at least two books open at any given time. One a ‘should’ and one a ‘treat’. The Shepherd’s Crown by Terry Pratchett is my current treat. My current ‘should’ is Djinn Rummy by Tom Holt.

So, what’s this ‘should’ list? Well, remember how I had lugged this incredible hoard around with me for decades, then finally cleared out most of it – only to inherit my mum’s? Yeah, that’s right! It’s all books, remember? And books are precious! You don’t just throw them out, like garbage! Never! With my own books, I could sort through them and decide whether it was likely there would ever come a time when I would enjoy reading them again. Some are like dear friends, who take me to a time and place of happiness. Like ‘Mein Unsichtbarer Freund’ (translation: my invisible friend) about a kid called Lasko, who has made friends with a handful of aliens, who have technology which can make them invisible. Or The Secret Garden, which always turns me back into a little girl with her garden. Or my most precious book: Die Brüder Löwenherz which has a very special, precious meaning for me. Or the Burg Schreckenstein Series, which takes me back to 1979-81, when I felt an equal member of my class for the first time – not like the weirdo or stranger I usually felt. But then there were also books which left me indifferent – some bored (the Wheel of Time Saga comes to mind! Which was the first time ever, I didn’t even care to find out how it would end – and yet I’ve had people tell me how they are absolutely mesmerised by it!). And those latter books I could let go, knowing I would not regret the decision at some later stage.

In my first de-hoarding, I kept books I had not yet read. Obviously. In Pretoria there is a German Old Age Home, who also take german books as a donation. They either add them to their own library for residents, or sell them at their bi-annual booksale to subsidise the Home. But in Port Elizabeth I have not found any store / charity / institution who want german books. Second Hand Book Stores can be found throughout South Africa – and if not bookstores, then pawn shops. So, now I’m going through my english books, reading them so I can decide whether they are keepers or not. The method of selection? Ha Ha Ha: Size! I select the largest, hard-cover book which I think will not turn out to be a keeper! And yes, I’m afraid that’s where this particular Tom Holt landed. I’m nearly finished – the jury is still out, but I’m leaning towards ‘once is enough’. Apologies to Tom Holt fans, but it’s only the book, not the auther I’m letting go.

Just thinking back to some of my favourite childhood books, I’m re-entering the past – living again alongside Enid Blyton’s Famous Five, laughing at Astid Lindgren’s Pippi Longstocking and her funny ideas, following the serious intensity of Jack London’s Call of the Wild, searching for clues alongside Astrid Lindgren’s Kalle Blomkvist.

I’m trying to remember TV Series which left equally strong impressions – Michel aus Lönneberga? Daktari? Catweazle? My Favorite Martian? Pan Tau? Flipper? Lassie? They bring back snippets of atmosphere, the occasional image, bits of story but that’s about all. Even Series I watched in my teens, like Space: 1999 and Star Trek I don’t remember anywhere near as well as I remember the characters, backgrounds and adventures of so many of the books I’ve read. As an avid Star Trek fan I’m sorry to say but the TV Series left no impression on teenaged me.

I’ve tried re-watching Series from my childhood – but there is absolutely not connection to the younger me. Yet every book I’ve re-read has sent my mind back in time, who I was, what impressed me then, travel to now and how do I see the same scene today. I learn something about myself, too, every time!


And now, I think, I will treat myself to another page or two of The Shepherd’s Crown!

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