I Remember The Page, Not The Time

Apart from making a serious attempt to get fitter and leaner in the last few days, I've been toying with the idea of setting up a 'My Favourite Book' blog on this site, beginning with a book I read nearly fifty years ago - A Cold Wind In August by Burton Wohl.

This amazing book was to have a profound influence on my life. The base of the story is the relationship of a young, poorly educated man, with a much old woman who earns a living as a stripper in a seedy nightclub. I wont give anything away as I don't want to ruin the story for any of you who would like to read this 'classic' (in my opinion).

I read this book as a young teenager who was going through many of the problems that  young people have, one of which in my case was sexual identity. Also, my parents home was not a happy one, so I used to seek the comfort of loving arms wherever they could be found. And for me that meant other boys. 

A Cold Wind In August came to the fore much later in my life, when I began what turned out to be a ten year affair with a woman sixteen years older than me. I was 25 when it began so you can do the math!. That ended as one would expect in acrimonious terms in 1989. Unfortunately I found out several years ago that she died in 2001 at the age of 65.

Over the years, books have nboth educated and saved me from sinking deep into a quagmire of depression and still do today. I can remember reading many books, but delebrately blocked out the time and situation that I was buried in the pages. Re-reading 'this' book has brought back a time when I could have gone either way (sexually). But I regreat nothing, and today I have pretty well everything.