17th
On nostalgia
Remember when?
The few weeks of transition in between seasons are peak times for nostalgic feelings. Summer-to-Fall is an especially poignant one. Fall-to-Winter carries a certain low warmth, maybe that of hibernation. Winter-to-Spring is refreshing and lemony. Spring-to-Summer is exultant.
Funny how each of these periods has its own totems. Some totems vary from person to person and age to age, but many of them are shared among friends.
The feeling is also a frequent muse for films and books. The Royal Tenenbaums trafficked heavily in seasonal nostalgia. So did the Virgin Suicides. Ditto many Woody Allen and Whit Stillman films. John Cheever is a specialist, as is F. Scott Fitzgerald. It requires a mixture of native melancholy and aestheticism, but since the feeling is also defined by its vagueness, you can’t pinpoint a precise description or practitioner.
Interruption: As I type this, a red-sweatered woman with brown bob sits down across from me with a copy of Nine Stories. Can’t forget Salinger! She’s even wearing a locket— ultimate hallmark of nostalgia!
The quintessential autumn feeling for me takes place in Northern California at about 7 PM. I’m in the water alone on my surfboard, shivering and telling myself it is time to go in but catching tiny last waves and paddling back out over and over again. Head down to the board; smell of coconut wax; arms aching from the paddle and nose dripping. Golden light! Eucalyptus! Itchy hands! Booties full of ocean water.
We could all make lists of these totems. I’m endlessly fascinated to see other peoples’ lists and find overlap with my own. How many of your totems are books? films? foods? sweaters? smells? sensations? songs?