After an absence of some three and a half years I have again returned to the land of my parents birth―the Blue Zone island, Ikaria, in the Aegean Sea, where I
plan to spend the bulk of my four month extended vacation from my normal place
of residence in Adelaide, Australia.
One thing that surely occupies the mind of most travellers
on extended trips is how to fill their time in between all the fun bits
associated with travel (eating, partying, visiting attractions and landmarks
and other such diversions), not forgetting the not so fun bits―like the hours
spent in transit or in actual travel between distant destinations. The best way
to fill what can often turn out to be hours of down time is of course, reading.
Quite frankly, I’m a sucker for books. I can never walk past
a bookshop without at least pausing to look in at the windows to see what new
titles have been released, or if passing a second hand bookshop, stopping to
see what books the owner has chosen to feature in the window display. It is a
rare event to see me walk by a bookshop without walking inside to at least
browse the crowded shelves and books on offer.
At the end of my last visit to Ikaria, early in
February 2011, I left behind* a small carry-on cabin-sized case filled with
surplus clothing and a collection of books I had bought during my visit to New
York City during August 2010. Now that I am back on the island, I am reacquainting
myself with the contents of the suitcase, having forgotten most of what was in
it over the ensuing three or so years.
The image illustrating this post shows all eleven books that
have waited patiently in that case for my return. Thankfully, I did read a
couple of them on my previous trip, but the rest await their turn to be read
during my leisure hours. Eight of the books have a direct focus on New York
City, and since I won’t be returning there until next year, I am looking
forward to reading them as a way to keep the fire burning in my heart for that
great metropolis.
I’m particularly looking forward to
reading A Freewheelin’ Time by Suze Rotolo, Bob Dylan’s muse during the
early years of his career. That’s Suze Rotolo walking arm in arm with Dylan
down a New York City street on the cover of his 1963 album, The Freewheelin’
Bob Dylan. I am also champing at the bit to begin Joseph Mitchell’s classic
collection of New York stories, Up In The Old Hotel. Mitchell (July 27,
1908 - May 24, 1996) was best known for the work he published in The New
Yorker. Many of his wonderfully written portraits of eccentrics and people on
the fringes of New York City life are reprinted in this book.
But enough of this writing and anticipating―it’s way past
the time that I pulled a comfortable chair out onto the sun deck, and cracked
open the covers of A Freewheelin’ Time, and started reading.
*”I left behind…” One of the advantages of having family far
from home is the ability to leave some items of clothing or other excess
baggage with them when you return home. The obvious disadvantage of course, is
that you may not get access to these items (as in my case), for several years.
