An odd but engaging book, a blend of philosophy, science and memoir, but that doesn't quite capture it. The author, a maker of things, goes into depth (and occasional rhapsodies) about the physical, psychological and spiritual nature of objects and our relationships to them. Of particular interest (and interestingly expressed) are how objects are reflections of time, or literal carriers of time. They are markers of our moments and our memories.
Some lovely writing here, with almost all of the short pieces having some thoughtful value and even some poetic lyricism. My one quibble with the work is that almost all of the passages are illustrated with grainy, sepia-toned imagery and I grew frustrated that every one was like that, because some of the writing about the objects was so sharp and crisp, and yet every image was gauzy and dim. I would have much preferred some sharp, some not. A small thing, yes, but annoying to me.
Worth reading!