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Lädt ... Collections of Nothing (2008)von William Davies King
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Melde dich bei LibraryThing an um herauszufinden, ob du dieses Buch mögen würdest. Keine aktuelle Diskussion zu diesem Buch. William Davies King writes well. He turns a clever phrase in a way that is a delight to read, and would be more delightful yet were he writing about something other than nothing. ( ) This was a very interesting book--basically about this man's collection of stuff that no one else finds valuable. It was a bit dry for me, and not very well organized. When I finished the book, I wondered what the point of it was (maybe that's what he was trying to accomplish, since it's called "Collections of Nothing"?). Höfundurinn William Davies King lýsir hér ævi sinni sem forfallinn safnari sem safnar öllu - sem er verðlaust og einskis nýtt. Af því dregur bókin nafn sitt Collections of Nothing. Hann gerir heiðarlega og ítarlega tilraun til þess að skilgreina sjálfan sig og þörf sína fyrir að safna hlutum og dregur þannig fram í dagsljósið erfiða barnæsku, skilnað og sjálfsskömm sem líklegar ástæður um leið og hann segir frá söfnum sínum og annarra um leið og hann gerir greinarmun á sinni áráttu og öðrum söfnurum. Þetta er heillandi frásögn og veitti mér heillandi innsýn í hugarheim safnarans sem stöðvar bílinn á þjóðveginum, hleypur út og sækir einhvern hlut sem hann sá í vegkantinum. Náunginn sem leitar í rusladöllum í hliðargötum og heima hjá vinum til að finna merkimiða á sardínudósum o.s.frv. o.s.frv. Stórskemmtileg frásögn en því miður var hún of langdregin á köflum, sérstaklega um miðbikið. Ég féll í stafi fyrir frásögninni í upphafi, dauðleiddist um miðbikið en frásögn Kings snerti mig djúpt í lokin þegar hann fór meira inn í samskipti sín við dætur sínar og unnustu sem var að fara að giftast. This book trace William Davies King's obsession with accumulating "stuff" over the years of his childhood and adulthood. He traces the need to have something private in his life, which he shares only upon occasion. This countervalances his love of theater which is very public. This texture of collecting gives his life an idiosyncratic twist, which makes me want to think about my compulsion with collecting public timetables. And to support this collecting with a vast array of maps and data extracted from the Census and other staitisical sources. I probably have over 30,000 timetables and 6,000 maps, so I am definitely in this other camp. “To collect is to write a life.” Collections of Nothing is a very odd book, part prose-poetry, part memoir, part self-analysis, part exorcism. The author, William Davies King, collects (as he puts it) nothing. And boy does he collect a lot of it. To give a sense of what that means, his collection includes more than 18,000 labels – labels from candy bars and canned soup, shampoo and toothpaste, bottled water and cat food. And that’s just one small (and growing) part of King’s collection. He collects valueless things no one wants, he collects to make an autonomous world. He collects like a cancer grows. I’ll use his own words to try and describe just why he collects so much nothing: “Collecting, like art, is a way of coming to terms with the strangeness of the world.” “The widely shared impulse to collect comes [...] partly from a wound that many of us feel in our personal histories. Collecting may not be the most direct means of healing those wounds, but it serves well enough.” King tells of the personal tragedies that propelled him into collecting, the trauma of an older sister with cerebral palsy and “mental insufficiencies” who became so imbalanced she had to be institutionalized, and wreckage that experience makes of himself and his family. He explains, re-explains, and re-re-explains his compulsion to collect, interspersed with a roughly chronological account of his life. To quote again, this time from a book of astrology King owns: “His style is picturesque, vivid, often dramatic; and he continues to deliver and redeliver his message, changing and adapting its form while preserving its essence, until he succeeds in arousing the attention of his audience and kindling its enthusiasm.” This book certainly isn’t for everyone. Some may throw it across the room in frustration with King’s self-absorption. Some will be puzzled by its discursions on cereal boxes. Some may simply find it boring. I liked it. I don’t think I’ve ever felt a writer so intently – and desperately -- trying to reach me as a reader and as a person. It created a fascinating, if uncomfortable, sense of having William Davies King in the room with me as I turned the pages. As he puts it: “The book says: here is the collection, here is the collector. What’s missing is the reader, which leads me to turn away from the ponderous things and from the vanishing self to you. Hesitantly the book wants to know where it is going, and I need to find you to know—you, a reader so kind as to collect me.” keine Rezensionen | Rezension hinzufügen
Nearly everyone collects something, even those who don't think of themselves as collectors. William Davies King, on the other hand, has devoted decades to collecting nothing-and a lot of it. With Collections of Nothing, he takes a hard look at this habitual hoarding to see what truths it can reveal about the impulse to accumulate. Part memoir, part reflection on the mania of acquisition, Collections of Nothing begins with the stamp collection that King was given as a boy. Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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