Saturday, January 2, 2016

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Clearing Out The Books



"Dear Jessica, I know you will cherish these books the same as I did because your love for the Royal family is just as dear as mine.
Love, Ms. Farr" 

- Note from my Kindergarten teacher scrawled on the front page of one (of many) Princess Diana  / Royal family books I inherited from her the year that I turned five.





Because our main goal is to get the house ready for sale early in this new year, I figured I might as well get started on the daunting task of slowly "going through" the stuff I don't really need or might resent having to move to another location come move time, and made the stupid mistake of choosing my book / magazine collection to sift and weed through first. Where what I gathered was: I just do not part well with books. Or magazines, or even old catalogues for that matter. Each equally weighing on my sentimental scale of heart. Especially (apparently) if they have anything to do with Kate Moss, Princess Di, Joan Didion, Bob Dylan, Tori Amos, Kurt Cobain, Fiona Apple, Angelia Jolie (and plenty more that shall go unnamed) The issue being a personal connection thats hard to severe and / or disregard.

No, I know I don't need all these out dated magazines. Or random books of random prose, but the fact of it doesn't make it any easier for me toss them out. Never has. Never will. Seeing that every time I sit down to sort through them I am reminded of certain aspects of my life there in the initial hours where I first flipped through them. So I can recall tucking that torn page from People magazine of Sean Penn and Jack Nicolson sharing a steak in an Airstream he lived in that year after the fires in Malibu and how much I loved it. And the NYT mag with Joan Didion that's now paper thin and falling to pieces reminding me of how that article showing her in her personal home space sparked a series of dreams for me where I kept coming across her sitting on park benches in Central Park. Engaging in odd conversations about the weather that left me rattled in the best way days thereafter each one.

And as much as it embarrasses me to admit I know I certainly may never find the strength it takes to part with the late 90's Vogue and Bazaar magazines that helped define loose pieces of my youth. Where an entire wall in my bedroom served as a shrine to torn, tacked editorial pages of the decade's reigning supermodels pulled from whatever magazines I could get my hands on. Claudia smokey eyed in a drug store wearing snakeskin cowboy boots. Kate clad in Gaultier, Kate by Sorrenti, Kate in Calvin Klein. Kate sultry by the water in the bikini I searched so long that summer to recapture.

Every page, of all those books speaking out to me when all I want to do is pile them up for donation like every other normal person I know. Tori Amos - her hair and wardrobe - forever crowned my go up fashion idol in that era, in a booklet accompanying the album I bought the season Scarlett's Walk came out. The bright eyed ghost of Robin Williams on the cover of Rolling Stone. Angelina nursing her new babies in a cotton nightgown on the cover of W. And the mid century bookshelf I circled and meant to save up for and buy in an early 2000 Room and Board catalogue that never happened. Sweet Kurt in his thrashed sneakers. Amy Winehouse holding that big rooster. The worn book I bought in New York a decade ago because I liked the art deco art on the cover. And so on and so on. A collection of sentimental clippings of strangers I can't help but want to hang on to. Too many books I don't need and catalogues I should not adore.




So it makes more sense to start instead with the stripping of my closet Where my attachment to shoes and accessories proves much less complex.

Wish me luck.

6 comments:

  1. Happy New Year to you and your little family. :D Oh gosh! I hate moving and having to weed thru things getting ready, so wanted to wish you the absolute best of luck. Hey, one thing I did with old magazines is to take out the pages I liked and put them into those plastic, transparent page holders and into a ring binder, and sort of made my own magazine from the old stacks. Something like that might work for you. :D

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  3. I can relate on so many levels. Nostalgia feels so fucking good!!! I've got very young parents so my childhood was soaked with pop culture references. The first time I ever heard Kurt Cobain sing I walked into my dad playing the MTV unplugged recording of "man who sold the world" and we slow danced with me standing on top of his feet. I can still here my dad say "he sings this better than Bowie" and me asking who Bowie is, dad bought out the Aladinn Sane record and that was the catalyst for one of the greatest loves of my life! Good luck! Throw away the stuff keep the stories X

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  4. I get the same way about books and magazines. It's too damn hard to throw them out. They keep the memories of yesteryear so well. Much better than clothes, shoes or knickknacks. Good luck clearing out. Happy New Year!

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  5. Books are the hardest thing to sort out. I love them. They are the one thing that I "collect," so I totally get this. Also, I'm pretty sure that 90s you and 90s me are long lost twins.

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