Personal Favourites: Akira & Dune
"After three days, fish and guests begin to stink" goes the curiously astute proverb. Being visited recently by some old friends evoked an unusual blend of emotions in me, one of which was that of otherworldly visitation. The world had turned since I last saw them and things had moved on. That earlier memory-existence superimposed itself onto the present while they’re there and vice versa, familiar faces appeared in unfamiliar settings, things have changed yet nothing has changed. The visitation shifts things for a few days and the collision of worlds and times is both exciting and unsettling. On the other hand, maybe it’s nothing more than a piss-up with good buddies.
I’ve been seeing old worlds a fair bit recently, re-reading some old books and comics, old favourites that is. There’s something safe and cozy in the prior knowledge that the book is going to be good, that in fact it’s going to be very good, which feels like slowly relaxing into a nice, hot bath. Comic books lend themselves to re-reading more than literature I suppose due to ease of reading. Bound-up graphics novels and trade paperbacks are inviting rather than intimidating, but a six-hundred page novel you’ve already read can seem like a slightly pointless mountain to climb. However, this highlights one of the things that we might forget from time-to-time: are we reading to find out what happens? To reach a destination? Or are we reading because the act of reading itself is pleasurable?


