January 27th 2016
Today I finished reading Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity, and part of the book, well, part of the narrative, is the protagonists obsession with making lists of his top five favourites.
His top five favourite books.
His top five favourite subtitled films.
His top five favourite films.
His top five favourite dance songs.
His top five favourite songs.
I don’t have a single favourite song, book, band, or film. Let alone a top five.
My so-called ‘favourite’ film is usually the one I watched most recently because it’s the one I can remember the most. So at the moment, my favourite film is Stuck In Love.
My favourite book is usually the one I’ve read most recently because it’s the one I can remember the most. So at the moment my favourite book is Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity.
Do you see where I’m going with this?
If I really, really tried I reckon I could come up with two or three books or films that I would classify as my favourites. In fact. That’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to really try to think of my favourite book and favourite film. Two secs. (For you it will be two secs for me it’s a little while longer…)
Favourite book: The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Nighttime.
Favourite film: Whiplash.
I won’t name favourites number 2, 3, 4, and 5 at risk of both 1) boring you and 2) giving myself a migraine.
The guy in High Fidelity is like REALLY into music, and could name his favourites in every genre and sub genre and era and generation, but I couldn’t. I’m going to scroll through my saved Music on Spotify and choose five songs I like that I’ve been listening to in the past week. Here goes.
- I Will Follow You Into The Dark, Death Cab For Cutie
- How Far We’ve Come, Matchbox Twenty
- Time To Pretend, MGMT
- Sweater Weather, The Neighbourhood
- Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want, The Smiths
There you go. That’s five songs. It’ll be five new songs by next week. And I’ll have a new favourite film and a new favourite book, probably. My favourites are fleeting insofar as they never stay for very long. I usually forget my favourites, which probably doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to you.
Until tomorrow, don’t worry, it doesn’t make much sense to me either.