Saturday, 6 March 2010
The joys of stationery
That Hilary Mantel talks a lot of sense. Here she is writing in the Guardian today about stationery: http://tinyurl.com/ycuu893
I've never met a writer who did not admit to the lure of stationery. Even quite upright citizens of the writing persuasion have been known to purloin items such as staplers and hole-punches from offices where they temp or have permanent day jobs.
One of the joys of living in the rather ugly little town where I am is that I have an account at the local stationer who can get me anything I order by the next day.Their catalogue is my kind of porn (second only to those glossy brochures about Italian villa holidays).
Before we moved away from London, there was a man with a van who would come round within 24 hours of my phone call - my filing cabinets came from him.
When I start a new Stravaganza book, I need index cards of a different colour from last time, to put new characters on or record new information about characters who have already appeared.
Of course there are the dullish renewables like Prittstick, envelopes and printer cartridges, which don't make my heart sing so much. But I am just having new business cards made in seven heavenly colours, which will perk up my mood enormously.
And buying a marbled notebook in Florence, Siena or Venice is a pretty orgasmic experience.
Sad? Hilary Mantel doesn't think so and she won the Booker prize.