Tuesday, 18 December 2012
The postman rang the bell yesterday with my Christmas Amazon package and I said to A there was no way he would be allowed to gift wrap my things and put them under the tree, the reading would start right away! He didn't even think of rejecting; he is quite well aware of my love affair with books.
The one in the photo is a book I have been waiting for ever since I learned of its writing, Grace: A Memoir by Grace Coddington, the creative director of Vogue US. I started reading it yesterday and it's very entertaining. I read in an interview with her recently that she doesn't really read books; that she mainly looks at books with photographs for inspiration. For a fan of autobiographies the idea of someone who hardly reads writing her autobiography wasn't exactly comforting so I decided to keep my expectations very low. It turns out I had nothing to worry about because she obviously got an editor who knew what to demand from her. Her account is very personal, the text is flowing and the book is even made more personal with Grace's drawings, plenty of them, not to mention all the photographs.
If you are expecting philosophical ideas about the eras she has lived through then you better let go of such thoughts before you start the reading. Grace doesn't waste any time, she's not digging deep into things, there is no analysis, she is simply telling her story at a rather fast pace, but she does it honestly. She is not pretending to be someone she isn't and that is what I like most about her writing.
It may sound clichéd but if you are someone who fell flat for Grace in The September Issue (2009) documentary - for me she was the heart of it - then you definitely want to read her memoir. I haven't finished it yet but I'm already way into it. Sometimes when reading I even forget to drink my coffee and it turns cold in the cup. That should tell you how much I'm enjoying the book.