This is a follow up post to my controversial statement the other day. I am of course not getting rid of all my books, but just the ones that don’t ‘spark joy’ to use Marie Kondo’s concept.
I have by no means finished clearing, but so far, it’s been a great experience. The pile of books on the landing had some great books in it, which I had just stopped seeing, they were part of the furniture, something that sat next to the mirror, not something to read. I am looking forward to SJ Parris’s historical fiction.
The space next to my bed contained some real treasures, I started the Claire Balding as soon as I could.
Yesterday I spent a few minutes tackling one of the shelves where I store my old university books – I studied French and German. That was a real joy. I kept everything that spoke to me. So the grammar books are back on the shelf, as are some books which are now history books, but were factual back in the 1980s/90s when I was studying. Germany was two different countries, odd to think. There were some odd choices too. The three different versions of the Iphigenia tale all remain (really bright sparks of joy from them), as do the Zola novels in translation and Manon Lescaut. The latter has me intrigued, why that spark of joy? No idea, I shall have to reread it. There are several Alphonse Daudet novels which were the subject of a project whilst studying in Provence. I don’t particularly like them, will probably never read them in French – I will probably never read anything in French ever again – but they sparked joy of memory.
The discard pile really made me giggle. There are several books by Marivaux. Who is Marivaux? I am guessing I must have studied him, so how do I not know? And I seem to have studied Gerhard Hauptmann, but that made no lasting impression either.
I am really looking forward to tackling the next shelf.