What to do, what to say?
Love is so complex!
In this age of Twitter, texting and ‘time poverty’ our capacity to communicate complicated feelings is in dangerous decline.
Sure, we can speak in short imbecilic bursts – we can rant, we can reiterate, repeat and Retweet – but can we elucidate, extrapolate or explain?
If we do, and I’m not so sure we do, can we be counted on to express these feelings fully to the person we love?
I think not – at least not beautifully, voluminously or even well.
(I could make an allusion here to Cyrano de Bergerac, but what would be the point… he’s not on Facebook – well, he is actually, but…. oh, never-mind.)
…this Valentine’s Day, let books speak for you.
As uniform as our desires appear to be (and as uniform as perfume commercials would paint love to be ie: men want sex, women want romance), in fact, we all suspect there are as many forms of love as there are strains of the flu.
So, this year, let books speak for you, but be sure to choose your books well… for Love’s library is vast and can be daunting.
Or better still, let me be your guide.
Let us count the ways together as we make our way towards 14th February.
Every day I shall offer up a handful of loves and the books which speak for them…
By Valentine’s Day I will have prepared a vast smorgasbord of delicious dainties and you can make your choice.
Let us begin at the beginning with the most obvious – Romantic Love:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Tune in tomorrow when we explore the cul-de-sac that is Self Love: exemplified by the ever uncomfortable Portnoy’s Complaint by Philip Roth.
About the Contributor
John Purcell (aka Natasha Walker) is the author of The Secret Lives of Emma trilogy published by Random House Australia. The Secret Lives of Emma: Beginnings reached the top ten on the Australian fiction charts and Natasha/John was the tenth highest selling Australian novelist and third highest selling Australian debut author in 2012. The trilogy has since sold over 50,000 copies in print and ebook and has been translated into French and Polish. John has worked in the book industry for the last twenty years. While still in his twenties he opened John’s Bookshop, a second-hand bookshop in Mosman in which he sat for ten years reading, ranting and writing. Now he is the Head of Product and Chief Buyer at booktopia.com.au.