![]() Somehow I never realised that I most comfortably read, think and work in the shelter of a corner, either a naturally occurring one or one I have managed to construct. I especially love this latter chapter and the one on corners. He offers reflections on drawers, chests, nests, wardrobes and corners there is also a seemingly contradictory but completely revelatory chapter on what Bachelard terms ‘intimate immensity’. In describing the domestic spaces that both give us shelter and provide an untrammelled place in which to think and feel, Bachelard explores poetry, philosophy, observation and memory (sometimes simultaneously). This book is difficult to categorise but this is where, to me, the joy of it dwells. ![]()
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