I recently took time, and money, away from the investment in books themselves to construct a shelf for the things. Just the one, trailing the circumference of my oddly shaped room (few of the walls in Paris are straight) and I’m aware that it will no doubt soon be overrun. At the moment, however, it looks just swell. This may be because it took three days of measuring, jigsawing, remeasuring, rejigawing, drilling, hammering, hoping and €42 to make, and I feel cheek reddening pride everytime I look at it. I summoned the following order through a combination of intuition and logic, and in telling you this order I feel like I’m telling some dirty secret. Here goes: Bookend of empty notebooks / one bottle of Russel’s Reserve Rye Whiskey 6yr – Zizek – Lacan – books about the sea – books on wildlife – political works – Lit. Crit. – Philosophy in general – Deleuze – books on mathematics – books on chess – books I want to read or reread or may never read, arranged by author – various editions of Alice in Wonderland – good looking books – books on Yorkshire (the homeland) – Proust – half a bottle of Ardbeg as a Bookend.
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Ps, I don’t have a blog, so I’m piggy backing onto this one for personal stuff.
