Late last year, I read a book review that began:
This book review is a Trojan horse. Ostensibly it concerns a collection of letters titled “Love, Joe,” written by the downtown artist and writer Joe Brainard (1941-94) to friends including the poets John Ashbery, Ted Berrigan, Anne Waldman and James Schuyler.
Before we get to those letters, a historical wrong must be righted. Next year is the 55th anniversary of the publication of Brainard’s experimental memoir, “I Remember.” I hadn’t read it until I picked it up in preparation to write this piece. Now I consider it one of the best books I know.
I immediately ordered Brainard’s book. To call it a unique work would be an understatement. It is a small, 146-page paperback made up of one long list, entries of sometimes a few words to a few sentences, each beginning, “I remember.” Andrew Solomon wrote that “the primary mark of a good memoir is that it makes you nostalgic for experiences you never had.” Brainard achieves this in spades. I was reminded of people, experiences, and objects from my own past. I also enjoyed reading about his life.
Years ago, I started a list of “loves” on my phone. Every entry on the list is something that, at some point, I have paused and appreciated. I’m not sure why I started the list. Perhaps it was an effort to be present, or just to recognize the things that make me happy to be alive. The list has grown over time. I hope it keeps growing. So here, with a nod to Joe Brainard, I Love.
I love listening to baseball games while cooking dinner I love working on the pottery wheel I love podcasts I love reading the newspaper, sitting on our kitchen couch, in the sun, with a cup of coffee I love the couplet: I drank the last of the coffee Waiting for you to arise (Frances Quinlan) I love talking to Sarah about something I can't discuss with anyone else I love listening to my son talk about anything that excites him I love making my kids laugh I love long conversations with my daughter about utterly trivial things I love cousins I love unhurried conversations with 1-4 friends I love having a catch with a kid (or an old friend) I love a run, a swim, or a bike ride I love wandering through museums that I’ve wandered through dozens of times I love to travel I love Newcomb pottery, Ferragamo ties, and vintage Seiko watches I love the Alfa Romeo GTV 2000, the Lamborghini Miura, and the Ferrari 308 GTB I love paintings by Byron Gin and Russ Detwiler I love sitting in coffee shops with Sarah I love 2001, Apocolypse Now, and Airplane! I love Bob Dylan I love Rolling Stones albums (through Some Girls) I love REM albums (through Lifes Rich Pageant) I love the A List (a playlist of my 912 favorite songs) I love plotting with Sarah about child rearing or work issues I love Michael Ondaatje, Haruki Murakami, and Colson Whitehead I love Visions of Johanna I love Driver 8 I love strong opinions lightly held (H/T Paul Saffo and James Stacey) I love the ‘73 Mets, the ‘78 Yankees, and the 2016 Cubs I love pigs in blankets I love aglio olio I love bucatini alle vongole I love ice cream sandwiches I love sfogliatella I love "If you want to have friends you have to remember nobody's perfect." Jonathan Franzen I love "The girl came in with coffee and buttered toast. Or rather, it was bread toasted and buttered." Ernest Hemingway I love "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." Arthur C. Clark I love "Disease only treats humans equally when or social orders treat humans equally." Jonathan Green I love "Life can only be understood backwards but it must be lived forwards." Søren Kierkegaard I love Chasing the Monsoon I love The English Patient I love The Art of Fielding I love Life: A Natural History of the First Four Billion Years of Life on Earth I love A Gentleman in Moscow I love 2001: A Space Odyssey I love Apocalypse Now I love Before Sunrise I love The Grand Budapest Hotel I love When Harry met Sally I love Paul Cézanne, Franz Kline, and Giorgio Morandi I love that when I told my father that I loved Giorgio de Chirico, he replied, “All adolescent boys love de Giorgio de Chirico” I love Villa Eva, Gelateria Della Palma, and Fontana della Tartarughe I love Matchbox cars I love the smell of Italian churches I love salt bagels I love guanciale I love strawberry rhubarb pie I love how parathyroid hormone regulates calcium homeostasis I love the sound of frogs at night I love that my parents visited Haverford without me in the spring of 1985 I love that my father’s goal was to “make things a little easier for someone every day” I loved my Saab 900 convertible I love night swimming (the activity, not the REM song, though the song is pretty great) I love the Met, the AIC, and Galleria Comunale d'Arte Moderna I love baseballs (“No other small package comes as close to the ideal in design and utility. It is a perfect object for a man’s hand. Pick it up and it instantly suggests its purpose; it is meant to be thrown a considerable distance—thrown hard and with precision." Roger Angell) I love Roger Angell I love naps (especially while listening to baseball games) I love swimming in the ocean with my kids I love road trips I love smells that bring me back I love songs that bring me back I love that getting pool water up my nose still brings me back to Brewster I love that the smell of damp cardboard boxes brings me back to the walk-in refrigerators at Cifu grocers I love Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk I love The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay I love Kafka on the Shore I love One Hundred Years of Solitude (though I have trouble with more than a day of actual solitude) I love The Blizzard Party I love A Moveable Feast I love Promontory Point I love Sutton Square I love The Arnold Arboretum I love Jackson Park I love Boboli Gardens I love Noguchi coffee tables and Nakashima dining tables I love Rawlings “Heart of the Hide” gloves I love that my father already knew two of the three secrets I revealed to him before he died I love Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Nutter Butters I love records I love cheeseburgers I love Chicago hot dogs I love chocolate chip cookies I love rice pudding I love old friends
I love starting Sunday with a piece of writing that awakens the love and gratitude within me. Thank you!
I love Adam Cifu's writing :). (And human-centered approach to medicine ;). Thanks for sharing (both)!