I rarely associate books and sensory experiences – that’s usually more music for me – but I do have a handful of books with strong ties to a time or image or other experience.
1. Notes on a Scandal by Zoe Heller – I read this in my hotel room at the beach while everyone else was out swimming. I’d gotten really sunburned and I needed a chaos/noise break from my kids. I’ll forever associate this book with the peace of that afternoon.
2. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith – It’s hard to tell if I think of Christmas when I think of this book because I read it in December or because of the really awesome Christmas-tree-throwing scene.
3. We by Yevgeny Zamyatin – This is an odd one for me. It actually only has a sensory memory because it got tied up with a song from a particular band. A line from the song says, “Hammer down the walls, it’s only broken glass.” The songwriter is known for referencing classic books and movies, and I could have sworn he was referencing a scene from this book. Only when I went back and reread years later, the scene I’d “remembered” didn’t even exist.
4. Crossed Wires by Rosy Thornton – This one doesn’t conjure up a particular feeling, but instead a longing for fish-and-chips wrapped in paper as described in the novel. I’ve never actually eaten this, but the sensory description was so well-written that I will always crave the experience. Perhaps if I ever get over to Britain…
5. The Painted Veil by William Somerset Maugham – This is another one of those false associations. I must have had a dream about the end of this book, and the dream-ending completely obscured the read ending. I only figured it out years later, and for whatever reason, I still feel the emotions that came with the dream-ending (and see all the scenery in that particular version) whenever I think of this one.
6. The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan – I listened to this one on audio and whenever I think of it, I remember walk after walk after walk in the late summer evenings on the wiggly sidewalk near our home.
7. The Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy – This is the book that converted me to audiobooks, read by Alan Rickman. What I remember most is that I took five weeks to read it, while doing C25K around my living room, and how I pretty much gave up at the end of week five because my audiobook had run out. Ha!
8. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath – Hot summer afternoons, road trips to the Frio River, obsessively marking in the margins for the only time in my life. I could not put the book down. I most particularly associate it with car rides, as it’s the only time I could ever read a book in the car without getting sick.
9. The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo – It’s probably very silly, but this book reminds me (obviously enough) of the months I spent following the book’s process, and all the little discoveries I made about myself during that fall. Plus, baby Gavroche!!
10. Will Grayson Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan – One night shortly after reading this, I had a dream that mixed this book, Germinal by Emile Zola, and the song Sleepyhead by Passion Pit. Since that time, I can’t see the cover/title of WGWG or think of the book without Sleepyhead automatically popping into my head. The two are inextricably linked. Ha!
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