I’m as surprised as anyone, but Strange Flowers turns ten today. On 30 October 2009 I blogged about German polymath Alastair, who died 50 years ago today. Even in 2009 the idea of blogging about your private obsessions – in my case, under-heralded life stories from the margins of cultural history – was starting to look a little creaky; in 2019 it is positively antique. So now … now we just sit tight and wait for the retro cachet to come round.
While I don’t have the time to post as much as I would like, the blog will be continuing and over on Twitter starting today I will be tweeting at least once a day; it would be great to see you there. Under the label of #AYearofStrangeFlowers, each day for the next year will be dedicated to one of our miscellany of misfits. And once that year is up, I will … start again from the beginning? Put out a book? Let’s see.
Coming up soon here on Strange Flowers is a trip to Vienna in the spirit of our explorations of Berlin and London. And if you remember our book recommendations, like the 19 books for 2019, or the Strange Flowers Christmas shopping Secret Satan – buckle up. Satan has come up with a yooooge list this year, in fact there are so many I’ve had to split them into two, one of which is dedicated solely to works in translation. Meanwhile one of my own contributions, Antisemitism, originally published in 1894 by the Austrian author Hermann Bahr, is now available through Rixdorf Editions.
My love and curiosity for the exiles from banality who inhabit these pages remains undimmed. And finding readers who share my passion for these strange flowers has been a true joy. To everyone who has been there from the beginning, who has joined along the way or has just encountered this shadow realm for the first time: