The arrow thudded into the target with a satisfying thud, scoring a much needed five points for our team. The bow, still clutched in my hand, was placed horizontal out in front of me as I latched another arrow onto the string, brought it up vertical, drew back the string to just under my chin, aimed and fired again.
I hadn’t fired a bow for a few years now and, as it slowly came back to me after going through the basics with the other participants it made me think of how previous generations of humans had used the bow for pleasure, for war, and for hunting, for millennium. The bow and arrow isn’t a modern weapon, it isn’t a gun. It is a thing of beauty, sleek and skillful.
Ah the passing of the time, of time’s infinite arrow into the unknown. The string and the thack of the arrow into the wooden boards reminded me of the twanging of the heavy bass strings, of the light and bluesy guitar strings in comparison, and of the intricacies and follies of string theory, and ultimately, of the vibrancy of life.
Last week I visited Amsterdam with friends, and it was beautiful. Time slowed down, came to a stop a few times, and seemed to go all too fast as we left that beautiful, surreal city.
Author’s photograph of the canals of the Dutch capital.
Here I present some of my favorite books of 2012 (and a few from before). You’ll notice they are mostly travel/history books in one form or another, often about places outside of my home country. Reading for me often opens up the mind, and I tend to gravitate towards travel as this opens up the realms of history and prehistory for the writer, something I’m particularly keen in. However I am keen on a good novel, so please let me know if you come across any, and I am always open to reading about travel writing, no matter where in the world. I’d heavily recommend you take a look at the blurbs of the books as they are awfully interesting, and I’m happy for any suggestions to add to my pile. I’ve put ‘Anna Karenina’ by Leo Tolstoy on this list, but I’ve only just managed to hunt down a copy from my local library after having to hand back in my University copy unfinished. Rest assured though that Oblonsky, Levin, Vronsky and Anna will live long in my imagination. Click the links to learn more about each book.
‘Timequake‘ (1997) by the American novelist Kurt Vonnegut (not pictured).
‘The Stranger‘ (also known as The Outsider, or L’Etranger in the original French version) (or.1942) by the French author and philosopher Albert Camus (not pictured).
Of course this is just a selection of some of my favourite recent books that I have come across. Every time I enter a library I feel honoured to share the same space as so many great works of literature and art. The beauty of the written word never ceases to amaze me, whether it is from a novel, a poem or a piece of travel writing. It can open up new ways of thinking about every day events, or provide new views on events or people you thought you knew. It can move you to the edge of tears, or terrify you to point of horror. The sign of a truly great book is one that keeps you hooked, long after you should have been asleep after a busy day.
I shall forever have treasured and fond memories of volunteering in a Oxfam book and music store, and mulling over which book I should buy next when my shift ended. One of the pure joys of books is passing them onto friends once you have finished it to lend it out or give it to someone else to enjoy. I haven’t included any brief synopsis’ of the books here because I want you to take a minute or two to click the link and have an explore, and see what you think is interesting.