James Marinero
Basic
It had to come. It's time to sell my flat and move on. Happy memories, but the hard part was dealing with my books. I have a lot of fiction (most of which I have kept, including almost every one of John Le Carre's novels), and a huge amount of non-fiction. I can keep some, but much of the non-fiction takes me back to times in my life when I struggled - for example with Classical Mechanics and with the Foundations of Electromagnetic Theory. Those are two textbooks I have retained as I plan to re-visit them in my dotage and finally try to understand them. Passing exams is one thing, but real understanding is another.
Many of my old sailing books have gone to a charity shop, but each one of them took me back to a particular time. They were the books that enthused me as a teenager and fired my obsession with the sea. The writers were real headline makers of their day - Francis Chichester, Alec Rose, Moitessier, Val Howells, Chay Blyth - and Robin Knox-Johnston (who still makes headlines). The world has shrunk so much since those days when a sailor could be out of comms for weeks on end and no one would be concerned.
I've kept as many of them as space allows, because the idea of re-reading them on Kindle just doesn't appeal. And of course (ignore conjunction starting a sentence) they have been a real, physical part of my life.
Chichester's 'The Lonely Sea and the Sky' has a textured dust jacket - one of the few books where the feel of the cover is as evocative as the picture.
Do any of you have obsessions beyond writing?
Many of my old sailing books have gone to a charity shop, but each one of them took me back to a particular time. They were the books that enthused me as a teenager and fired my obsession with the sea. The writers were real headline makers of their day - Francis Chichester, Alec Rose, Moitessier, Val Howells, Chay Blyth - and Robin Knox-Johnston (who still makes headlines). The world has shrunk so much since those days when a sailor could be out of comms for weeks on end and no one would be concerned.
I've kept as many of them as space allows, because the idea of re-reading them on Kindle just doesn't appeal. And of course (ignore conjunction starting a sentence) they have been a real, physical part of my life.
Chichester's 'The Lonely Sea and the Sky' has a textured dust jacket - one of the few books where the feel of the cover is as evocative as the picture.
Do any of you have obsessions beyond writing?