despite there being four seasons, there are two significant weather turns: when we go from warm to cold and then from cold to warm. (it goes without saying that i am not a meteorologist.) there's something in the air that shifts, a subtle change of warmth entering the air and bringing with it the damp — or, alternately, of chill entering and bringing with it dryness — and i'm happy to report that last week's heat wave is over and autumn seems to settling in at last.
when the weather turns, my reading wants turn with it, and i start looking for so-called cold weather books. the obvious ones are the russians, jane eyre, frankenstein. du maurier's rebecca is another favorite novel to reread around this time of year, as is ishiguro's never let me go, and i start craving the dark melancholies and utter weirdnesses of korean authors as the weather begins to turn again.
maybe it has to do with the physical chill, the whistling of the wind, the crunching of leaves underfoot. maybe it has to do with how chilly weather makes us think comfort food, and all my comfort food is korean and/or japanese — curry, kimchi fried rice, mi-yeok-guk. yuk-gye-jang, soon-du-bu, tonkatsu — everything hot and spicy and warm, served with a bowl of rice. maybe it has to do with the coziness of staying indoors, or maybe it has to do with the fact that i live in an area of brooklyn that seems to love halloween, which ups my desire for something creepy and unsettling to send chills up and down my spine.
whatever it is, i love it. autumn reinvigorates me, brings back to life everything that withered up in me during the summer, and i love the cold, the approach of winter, the snap in the air. i love bringing out my coats and my dutch oven, and i love being able to make pies and puff pastry in my kitchen again because it's cold, no worries about dough softening too quickly.
i love going back to darker literature, sinking my toes in the shadows of humanity again — which, okay, is not quite the most accurate statement because, right now, i'm reading ruth reichl's garlic and sapphires and cracking up on the regular. i've a small stack of korean literature to dive into afterwards, though, so there's that — and i also have this book i'm writing, which is a cold-weather book, by the way, and the leaves are turning in the park, so here are some photos from my walk today.