This Saturday Saunter is being written on Monday night, indeed straight after the fourth anniversary post. I still have Skipinnish on in the background, the Gaelic version of Home On The Sea for those interested. This will be posted on Saturday morning when I’ll be heading to Motherwell to watch Hibs. The last time I was in Motherwell was a freezing cold night in January to do the exact same thing. The evening was notable as the last game of the Neil Lennon era though the pies were braw and I could see the twinkly lights of Lanarkshire from my perch high up in the away stand. That was a whole lot better than watching the game.
Anyway, last Saturday I was at the football then went to the Edinburgh International Book Festival to see Kathleen Jamie. Kathleen Jamie is an excellent essayist and poet but the talk was immense on Saturday. I left with a big cheeser on my face. The journalist Chitra Ramaswamy chaired and she was excellent, really steeped in Jamie’s work and asking insightful questions. As a person with a crap attention span, I tend to scribble lots of notes at these things though my notes from this event are wild, in and out of lines and some doubled up. Thankfully the Book Festival Livetweeted the event so I can go back and look at their timeline. She talked a lot about Inuit cultures, climate change and the business of writing. It was brilliant. I also came away with a copy of her new book Surfacing, which I read a few pages of on the way home, determined to keep it good and not gulp it down. I was briefly tempted to go get it signed but I seriously doubted my ability not to pee my pants. Plus there was a colossal queue.
On the way to the football last week, I read two zines, one of which was Love Tove, a selection of pieces about Tove Jansson, creator of the Moomins. Tove Jansson seems to have been an incredible person, a deep and clear thinker and skilled writer and illustrator, and the zine conveyed the respect and love many around the world have for her and her work. A passage from Natasha Gilmore’s piece about the Groke and grieving has stuck with me the last few days. ‘Learning to seek love, instead of shying away from it, can be a challenge for those trying to protect themselves from its inevitable losses. But Jansson’s brilliant book reminded me of what a treasure love, in its many facets, truly is. Love is what reminds us of what is warm, alive, vital and worth waking up for’.
Very true. I’m not sure how widely available Love Tove is. I got it from Category Is Books in Govanhill. Read it if you can.
The book I’m still trying to finish as I write this on Monday is The Pebbles On The Beach by Clarence Ellis. It’s going into the differences between igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic stones at the moment. Motherwell isn’t far away so it might be a short book I take with me today.
Anyway, that’s the Saturday Saunter for today, Saturday 31st August 2019. The August digest follows tomorrow, a clearing my inbox post on Wednesday. Have a great weekend, whatever you end up doing. Cheers the now.