Books

28 October 2012

Just a reminder in case you have not yet registered for the book draw.

'Journey' is a word that is often used to describe life, but it can also describe many things within that which we call life. Apart from the obvious, 'journey' is that time span between what was and what is; it measures change and it sets out signposts. It can wrap around our conversations and even our reading, pointing out the then and the now, taking us to new places and showing us different perspectives. We move along, and through, a maze of concentric and parallel comprehensions and misunderstandings, always arriving elsewhere in relation to our many starting points, always attempting to grasp hold of possible new beginnings and new understandings. 


13 October 2012

I know that I have said this before, but every person's life is a story, and every life could fit between the covers of a book. There is always a beginning and an end; there is also everything in between: the thoughts, the feelings, the decisions, the regrets, the people, the places...

But we are not only part of our own story, we are surrounded by so many other stories, many of which cut across our own story, pulling it in different directions, adding to it, changing it. Eventually, all the stories become tangled together, and  the book spreads out over countless volumes until it becomes difficult to discern just one beginning, one middle and one end.

05 October 2012

There are quite a number of names already on my list for the free book draw. If you want to be included, don't wait until November to add your name. It is so easy for October to become November to become December without anything happening, and then, of course, it is too late.

On a slightly different note, the French film "Monsieur Lazhar" is definitely worth seeing. It takes up a number of very important and topical issues, and like a thin thread, woven through all these issues, is the situation of the refugee. Unlike the immigrant, who, for whatever reason, has chosen to move from one country to another, the refugee remains clinging to what might have been while attempting to come to terms with what is. For the refugee, life becomes infused - on so many levels - with the need to survive.

The connection between things:- ideas, concepts, images... can be hair-thin; it can also be like a six-lane motorway. No matter the breadth of the connection, it is, I feel, always present - everything is connected in some way for someone - and it is all these small connections that make life what it is. Whether the focus is on a present-day French Algerian fleeing atrocious acts of violence or on refugees from other parts of the world and even from other times, the connections remain. For people forced to seek refuge, survival becomes the only necessity - a necessity that no one can any longer take for granted.