- are just a tiny fraction of the things mentioned in a very unusual (and very large) book I just borrowed from the library: The Art of Looking Sideways by Alan Fletcher.
Fletcher is a designer. He says in the introduction "More of a visual jackdaw than a compulsive collector, I acquire stuff...This book attempts to open windows to glimpse views..to look at things from unlikely angles...The book has no thesis, has no beginning, middle or end. It's a journey without a destination".
The following passage on synaesthesia caught my eye for somewhat personal reasons:
"Alexander Theroux listed things that he felt 'seemed' yellow: 'maiden aunts, gumdrops, diffidence, the letter H, all women's poems (except Emily Dickinson's, which of course, are red), lewd suggestions, debt, the seventies, Nat "King" Cole's song China Gate, sadness, the Yale English department faculty, the name as well as the country of Brazil, August, the House of Congress, the word "hills", lampshades, physicians, insurance agents, the thin, squealing noises of children in playgrounds, political compromise, the state of Nebraska, illness in general, old wagon wheels, and the vapid name Catherine.'"
Well, I like yellow, write poems (women's poems, of course), and my birthday is in August - but "vapid"? What's with this guy?