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Hmm. I think the books that made a big impact on me when I was young were Ian Fleming's novels. I started reading them when I was about nine. I don't know what it was that appealed to me - maybe it was because they were a media crossover for me? I mean, I'd loved the movies, but the books were really the first chance I'd ever had to compare between mediums in the presentation of the same thing. I dunno. Eventually, it weirded my parents out, and they wanted me to stop borrowing them from the library. The Orange City Library's staffers would look rather strangely at a kid who'd return Tintin and Fleming in the same batch.
Speaking of which, I think Tintin books also had a bit of an effect on me. It was a more-digestible form of Fleming, I guess, with the alcohol, but without the sex. And the bonus of inventions aplenty. That, coupled with my steady diet of occult literature (well, occult-lite; all those ghost tales guaranteed to be true in large collections edited by Peter Haining, or the supposedly factual productions that looked at things like SHC with photos and a little bit of research.) shaped my reading habits; they were about things beyond my ken, and usually, there was some kind of mechanical overtone; this fit in with the rest of the stuff I was reading about this time: copies of things like The Space Shuttle Operator's Manual and big books on Archimedes or Leonardo da Vinci's inventions. As well as, repeatedly, a book celebrating a centenary of magic posters - the idea of prestidigitation and change at one's fingertips, though by dint of semi-scientific application (Mesmerism, etc) was important, I think.
This is, of course, at odds with my love of Poe and Lovecraft - two people who I discovered and cherished because of the mind-numbing way they could create senseless horror that would negate the very scientific/ordered world I'd been studying elsewhere. Maybe that's where the supernatural books come in, too.
Maybe this is it: the dichotomy between what's primal, unknowable and (super)natural versus the rigidly-defined, factual and precise? I guess my early reading set up that kind of inquisitive nature to my reading; a need to learn, but a need that's also in some kind of lion/tamer act with my fear of the darker sides of nature - the Gothic, if you will? I don't know; though the searching is something that is depressingly absent in the recent couple of years...
[ 12-10-2001: Message edited by: Rothkoid ] |
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