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You open it up and flowers come flying out, or demons, or visions of a turn-of-the-century town, or the room you lived in in college. It might be any edition, it might be one particular copy. Do you have any books like that? (They don't have to be books you read much anymore, just books that unfailingly draw you in and make you happy.)
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My 1956 Oxford "English Romantic Poetry and Prose." md's ur-text. Robert Frost's Collected Poems, the one before In the Clearing. The Naked Face of Genius, by Agatha Fassett, republished by Dover as Bartok's American Years. I saw it on a library shelf when I was a teenager, and thought: "'The Naked Face of Genius' -- I bet that one is about Bartok." True story. Hawthorne's Mosses from an Old Manse. A Collins Classic limp-leather-bound selection of Wordsworth. 1950s paperback editions of Leaves of Grass (35 cents) and Walden (25 cents), both of which I still have, although they're falling apart so badly that I never open them anymore. Wallace Stevens' Collected Poems. Rachel Carson's The Sea Around Us. Petersen's Field Guide to the Butterflies.
Usually if a book's worth remembering I get so absorbed in it that I don't tend to link specific recollections to the memory of its reading. However, for some reason I do have strong associations tied to my battered, second-hand copy of "War and Peace" -- occasionally I pick it up for a bit an re-read a section or two when I run out of other reading material around the house and such a reading always brings vivid recollection of a week's vacation one February spent holed up alone in a cottage in the west Michigan dunes while the falling snow piled up on the deck and blanketed the pine trees and the empty summer homes around me and the memories of the quiet and solitude of that time are very comforting to me.. Usually I'm not a very "good" vacationer -- there's so much I want to do that when I get some time off it's always earmarked for some special purpose: usually I visit family or travel and try to jam in as much activity as I can, frequently leaving me more exhausted upon my return than I was on my departure. This particular week, though, came at a time when, weary of my job and seeking a change, I had accepted a new job and arranged for a few weeks off before I had to start. It was such a treat to just slow down for a week and sit down with a great book (though it's possible, perhaps, that any book would have done I think not many would have suited the week so well or been so memorable) and watch the snow pile up outside the picture window that that week (during which I didn't even come close to finishing the book, I should add for the sake of truthfulness..) has become indelibly associated in my mind with the characters and their travails..
No. I read books once and thereafter they live in my mind. I do use books I have read as references. Rereading books very rarely probably is because I have such a huge to-be-read list/pile. However as a child I read my fewer books many times over.
I'm a dedicated re-reader.. Perhaps others are able to get everything out of a book on their first pass but in even the simplest book there can be many things that I missed the first time around (or wasn't in a position to understand fully in the case of foreshadowing or allusions to events which have happened but not been revealed yet..) The books I enjoy most are the ones that benefit from many re-readings. There's a special kind of delight in discovering a new facet of something you thought was so familiar..
I *do* reread while reading, to do what Mike says. I may have several finger at different pages so I can check back, relate, compare, etc. You might say I read a book partly in parallel, rather than serially. But to start over from the beginning and just reread? I can't do that. For one thing, the previous reading is not as fresh in my mind as when I reread while I read.
I'm probably going to reread Blue Highways again. I just loved that book that I didn't want to put it down.
THE BAD POPES, by E.R. Chamberlain; a history of six sordid medieval papacies, the circumstances which led to them, and their legacy, all written with delicious understatement. My undergraduate student household wore out two paperbacks of this one. The last two books in James Blish's "Cities in Flight" series: EARTHMAN COME HOME and THE TRIUMPH OF TIME. EARTHMAN is typical John Campbell/Astounding derring do among the stars, mixing in didactic lessons on economics and politics. TRIUMPH is a richer book; Blish developed near-immortality for his spacefarers so he did not have to use a FTL drive, and in the end of the series he decided to present his long-lived charcters with the physical demise of the universe. For really cheap trash, I can read Peter O'Donnell's "Modesty Blaise" books forever. I, LUCIFER and A TASTE FOR DEATH are the two best, as they introduce the best supporting players in the series. Ursula K. LeGuin's THE LATHE OF HEAVEN. Over the years I have come to value this one more than her big sexual/political novels; I love the shifting realities that George Orr creates.
Hmm. I go back to the Cities in Flight books regularly, too, and I'd also add _A_Life_for_the_Stars_ with the two you mention ... but, yes, _The_ _Triumph_of_Time_ is the best, on the whole. I have too many candidates to really want to get started trying to list them. I reread a lot - partly because I find so little current stuff worth reading. (I know there's good stuff out there, but wading through all the rest makes finding it a big job.)
The Prince of Tides is turning out to be a very magical book. I will probably buy a couple more Conroys when I finish.
I've got huge associations with my copy of M.M. Smith's _Only Forward_, with snowth's copies of Jonathan Carrol's _Sleeping in Flames_ and _Bones of the Moon_, and the Ann Arbor Public Library's copy of _Genesis of a Music_. Also my old copies of the Lord of the Rings.
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