I went back to the book fair a second time. We're on a budget. And we've moved house three times in the last two years so we know very well the weight and the volume of all the things we own. Two reasons to not to buy books. But the mass of books gathered at the fair creates a territory that I want to step into it. I approached a stall with attractive-looking books; attractive to me that is, which means uncoated paper, strong visual design, the absence of photographs on the cover, stitched and folio-bound pages (not glued and perfect bound). Yes yes yes – judgments, books, covers – I know. I let my gaze slide over all the slim volumes of poetry, the hefty art books. Then I stepped closer, took a breath and asked the bookseller What should I read? It's a daft question, too broad to make any sense. The answer depends entirely on what you’ve read already, on what you want to know, on what you want to avoid knowing. I added that I was learning Portuguese. That I wasn't r...
FRIENDSHIP, DIFFERENCE, BEING OUT OF PLACE. I write about being in a foreign country, speaking a new language, and living through cultural differences. Texts in English and Portuguese.