Men like order. Not in an attractive, tasteful way, but in a ‘That badly needs to be alphabetised’ unhealthy way. A female friend was appalled when I told her I spent the afternoon re-cataloguing my DVD collection, and couldn’t decide whether auteur directors deserved to be filed by surnames or by their films.
For a while I trying theming my collection, but that way madness lies. Animation seemed clear enough until ‘Roger Rabbit’ came along and muddied the waters.
Music is more complex, being divided and subdivided into over thirty separate files – my music department actually has more categories than Amazon. Crossover music is a nightmare.
I can afford to be more freeform with books because, duh, every self-respecting author can lay her/his hands on any book at any given moment. Books are arranged in no order at all because here we also need to think about the shapes they make in the bookcases.
I keep a living bookcase – that is to say, any book not returned to within five years is likely to be discarded and replaced with something new. Although now that I have 105 books waiting to be read on my Kindle – a reading system that has no built-in filing whatsoever! – gaps are appearing for the very first time in my formerly overstuffed bookcases.
I’ve slightly reordered the categories on this site to create ‘Film’, which I felt in these commercial times should be kept separate from The Arts. That meant one category had to go, so Observatory is now really about the World, although I couldn’t change all the old posts (well I could but frankly couldn’t be arsed) which is why you’ll find some old World items under, peculiarly, film.
I’m not OCD, honest. I’m just like the guy in ‘The Stepfather’ – ‘What we need is a little order around here!’