This transformation applies, and should apply, to a great deal of the art and literature and music that one comes to, and defines another aspect of this private collection - the ones that used to be on the shelf, but have now been jettisoned, sent to that other catalogue: the Personal Remainder Store. But there are points of conjunction in one’s life, and there are moments of failure to conjoin, just as there are great love-affairs that end in bitter divorce, and restaurants which one once frequented but which are now passé. So there are books that I read twenty years ago and thought the wisest, the best written, the most illuminating of the human condition, and now I cannot fathom what I saw in them; while books that I had rejected suddenly opened up in me, and I could barely accept the years of reading and re-reading them that I had squandered. Though, of course, I hadn’t, because I wasn’t ready for them. The same is true of people, of course, and we know it, and expect it; but somehow we don’t know it, and don’t expect it, about books or painting or concertos. With those we have grown beyond, it is a question of recognising that divorce is not exclusive to marriage. For the others, it is a matter of being inwardly ready to receive them when the paths finally conjoin.
The temptation is to list some of those books now, but that would rather defeat the object. To name them because they were excluded from this list would thereby reinstate them, would ipso facto include them in this list. I would much prefer to hear from my readers which books, or paintings, or symphonies, or restaurants, would be on their list. The comment box below is open.
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