The Empty Bookshelf
There is an empty bookshelf in my study on which I keep all the books I was going to write but didn’t.
I sit and scan my mind’s eye across their non-existent spines. I smile. I feel nostalgic for the time I imagined I might write them and for the weeks and months that I didn’t patiently work on them, that I didn’t toil over their sentences. I feel nostalgic for the research I didn’t undertake. I also feel nostalgic for the abandoning of them.
Here is a partial list of these non-existent or abandoned past works, in the chronological order of their non-completion and non-publication:
|Untitled||(fiction, short story)|
|The Computer, 1968-2001: A Cultural History of the Present||(non-fiction, critical)|
|Beginning at the End: Science Fiction and the Fin-de-Siècle||(non-fiction, critical)|
|The City: A Critical Narrative||(fiction, critical-creative)|
|The Purple Tie||(fiction, short story)|
|Piano Sonata, Op. 1||(musical score)|
|Untitled||(collection of fragments)|
by James Holden
This text is an edited version of one originally published in a blog post entitled 'Text: The Empty Bookshelf' on the HOARD website on Thursday 22nd May 2014. You can read this original blog post here.
Re-published here on Monday 25th August 2014.
© James Holden 2014