#58 In love with books – Colleen Higgs

April 20, 2011 in Sonder kategorie

What made you fall in love with books – and how did it happen?

I love books and reading, I can’t say how this passion and abiding love started, but it is as though I was born with it.

Two memories:

My mother lying on her bed reading, and when I ask her something, she doesn’t answer. Only if I persist, raise my voice, she eventually comes back from where she is and looks at me as though she has to work out who she is talking to. “What? What do you want?” I repeat my question.

The library in Maseru is a small house with wooden floors. Behind the librarian’s desk to her left is the children’s library, one room. The shelves reach higher up than I can reach. Even when I stand on the small wooden step box I can’t reach the highest shelves. I pull books out of the shelves and sit on the floor and read. The librarian comes in. “The library will be closing in five minutes. Come along dear.”

What’s your favourite line from a book, play or poem?

Here is one tiny bit from a long poem by Anne Carson called “The Glass Essay” (Carson’s love of Emily Brontë is a central thread in the poem):

… My mother speaks suddenly.
That psychotherapy’s not doing you much good is it?
You aren’t getting over him.

My mother has a way of summing things up.
She never liked Law much
but she liked the idea of me having a man and getting on with life.

Well he’s a taker and you’re a giver I hope it works out,
was all she said after she met him.
Give and take were just words to me

at the time. I had not been in love before.
It was like a wheel rolling downhill.
But early this morning while mother slept

and I was downstairs reading the part in Wuthering Heights
where Heathcliff clings at the lattice in the storm sobbing
Come in! Come in! to the ghost of his heart’s darling,

I fell on my knees on the rug and sobbed too.
She knows how to hang puppies,
that Emily.
It isn’t like taking an aspirin you know, I answer feebly.
Dr Haw says grief is a long process.
She frowns. What does it accomplish

all that raking up the past?
Oh – I spread my hands –
I prevail! I look her in the eye. She grins. Yes you do.

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#58 In love with books – Colleen Higgs

April 20, 2011 in Sonder kategorie

What made you fall in love with books – and how did it happen?

I love books and reading, I can’t say how this passion and abiding love started, but it is as though I was born with it.

Two memories:

My mother lying on her bed reading, and when I ask her something, she doesn’t answer. Only if I persist, raise my voice, she eventually comes back from where she is and looks at me as though she has to work out who she is talking to. “What? What do you want?” I repeat my question.

The library in Maseru is a small house with wooden floors. Behind the librarian’s desk to her left is the children’s library, one room. The shelves reach higher up than I can reach. Even when I stand on the small wooden step box I can’t reach the highest shelves. I pull books out of the shelves and sit on the floor and read. The librarian comes in. “The library will be closing in five minutes. Come along dear.”

What’s your favourite line from a book, play or poem?

Here is one tiny bit from a long poem by Anne Carson called “The Glass Essay” (Carson’s love of Emily Brontë is a central thread in the poem):

… My mother speaks suddenly.
That psychotherapy’s not doing you much good is it?
You aren’t getting over him.

My mother has a way of summing things up.
She never liked Law much
but she liked the idea of me having a man and getting on with life.

Well he’s a taker and you’re a giver I hope it works out,
was all she said after she met him.
Give and take were just words to me

at the time. I had not been in love before.
It was like a wheel rolling downhill.
But early this morning while mother slept

and I was downstairs reading the part in Wuthering Heights
where Heathcliff clings at the lattice in the storm sobbing
Come in! Come in! to the ghost of his heart’s darling,

I fell on my knees on the rug and sobbed too.
She knows how to hang puppies,
that Emily.
It isn’t like taking an aspirin you know, I answer feebly.
Dr Haw says grief is a long process.
She frowns. What does it accomplish

all that raking up the past?
Oh – I spread my hands –
I prevail! I look her in the eye. She grins. Yes you do.

Laat 'n Antwoord

Jou e-posadres sal nie gepubliseer word nie. Vereiste velde word aangedui as *.