Moving 2018
I wander through the rooms as if I were a ghost choosing this and that. What to take, what to leave what I will need, what holds meaning. But to me alone and not to those who follow. A book – read yesterday to read perhaps tomorrow. A book – the small child kept throughout…
Books
The more I look at the books crowding my shelves, the more I think of them as books spawning other books, endlessly. Like the zebra clams, where one clam can propagate thousands. One book, one word, can lead to countless other words, countless other books, which in turn multiply. So I look at you, my…
The Company They Keep
Books. The company they keep. Each other and me. I lie in bed and know where this book and that book are. Will be a problem when I move to the apartment in Orvieto. And to think I had made a list of books with which shelf, which room, they were in. I shall have…
ANOTHER DAY – SOLITUDE – WINNIE THE POOH – TRANSLATION
Another day. Another hot hot day. Shall I seek refuge with my friends? Shall I invite them to a tea party? And who is to be invited? Perhaps nothing that requires mental strain – it’s just too hot. There’s The Little Prince with its many hidden meanings. Did you, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry., mean this story…
FERRAGOSTO – FLAUBERT – FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE – JUDT
Ferragosto. Vacation time in Italy. I wonder was it any hotter along the Nile with Flalubert or Florence Nightengale in 1849? When I traveled through Italy in 1956 I was 27, and you, Florence, were 29 at the time of your travels. Should I have gone on to Egypt? Perhaps. But would I have felt…
Poetry
My oldest most faithful friend. Oh dear. Where are you? I know where you were yesterday, before I decided to box the books to take to Orvieto. You were right there, almost at pillow height, next to Dylan Thomas. I empty out the box, scattering the books on the sheet of my unmade bed. I…
Dylan Thomas
Now how did Dylan Thomas get involved. Good morning, I say and heanswers back. The book jacket is practically falling to pieces, butthe pages inside the hard cover, while yellowed, are all intact. I toolike it early in the morning I tell him. But my descriptions cannotcompare with yours. Perhaps I can learn from you.…
CHILDREN’S BOOKS – FAIRY TALES
Books my mother had. Books when I was a child. Books my childrenlistened to. Books for my granddaughter. Somewhere I have Aesop’s fables in French where the crow loses hischeese to the fox and vanity. Of course there’s also the grasshopperand the ant, although I have always wanted to ask the ant if shedidn’t enjoy…
Rembrandt’s Eyes
Some of my friends are resting on shelves in the guest room. While I can’t have my conversations with most of you at night, for you are rather hefty tomes, I hold most of you particularly dear. You, Rembrandt, are there in more books than one. In his Rembrandt’s Eyes, Simon Schama really understands you…
Simenon, Camilleri, Donna Leon
On two shelves within easy reach when I turn in for the night are two neat rows of paperbacks, one all yellow in keeping with the Italian word for a detective story – giallo, for that is what they are, the other the deep blue-black of the Sellerio publications. A few stragglers at either end…
Golden Legend, Holy Bible, Vasari and Others
On the top shelf of what is more or less a guest room, overlooking the valley below, The Golden Legend and the Holy Bible sit side by side. Not far away is Vasari’s Lives of the Artists and a dictionary of art terms. You might think this black-bound bible – now why is it always…
Dust Jackets
Book jackets or dust jackets. Call them what you will. Most of my books no longer have them, if they ever did. Those with hard covers, however, fall into another category. But since what matters is inside and I couldn’t care less for what it looks like, often I’d rather get a less expensive soft…
Lost Books
Looking for a book. A specific book. It happens to all of us. We think we know where it is on our shelves, we pull down every single book, but it isn’t there. So maybe we had lent it to someone? Very likely. Especially if it was a book we were enamored of. Sure you…
Words Words Words
Words, words, words. What we feel and want, demand, require are all expressed in words. The written word, the spoken word, modem, internet are ways to know each other. Words engender words. Create, produce, grow like a vine around a thought. Define its shape, explore, insinuate, envelop. A word – an offshoot – of the…
Biographies and Autobiographies
Other people’s lives. It’s not that we are peeping Toms or voyeurs. It’s just that if we know something about that “other person”, we can understand them better. Biographies and autobiographies. I could tell you about my life too for each of us has a story to tell, and writing things down helps us understand…
Newfound Friends
Every so often – shall I call it a chance encounter? It’s happened to all of us. “I’d like you to meet…. I’m sure you have a lot in common.” It starts like that. You gradually discover that the other and you think alike, or that what the other says is something you may havewanted…
Erika Bizzarri 