I’m the type of reader, who reaches for a sweater when the protagonist in whatever book I’m reading is cold. I will be startled out of a street corner in Beirut or the journey of a post-apocalyptic robot and his human companion by an interruption and realise I’m actually still seated on my couch elsewhere. And be annoyed. I’m a librarian – I believe firmly in the power of literature to transform people and make them kinder and more empathetic. And yet, it is one thing to read about the lives and tribulations of others and another to experience them.
“That’s the thing about books. They let you travel without moving your feet.”
Jhumpa Lahiri
That’s one of the reasons that despite the upheaval of moving and living around the world – and moving is one of life’s major stressors – I’ve embraced that life. I can never again look at a news-headline or article about a place I’ve visited let alone lived in, in the same way. I have an understanding, albeit partial, depending on how long I’ve been there and how close I got to the politics and lives of the local people that will never leave me. Which complicates things – for one I can no longer be unilateral about events – call it cultural relativism or whatever you want – but my thoughts are endless shades of grey. And I don’t have enough hands for the “on one hand .. but on the other … and the other” discussions.

One of the things that is coming back to me while I’m kind of on vacation waiting to see what the next weeks and months will bring in the middle east, is that feeling of being in limbo. Then uncertainty and second guessing. I suppose that makes for very boring literature – the endless rumination about “if that then should I do x, y, z and if otherwise then a, b, c” you can see how that would crash any computer never mind the human mind. Speaking of which, as part of the AI course I was doing (highly recommended btw) I did a bit of vibe-coding and made a little app to download book covers to make book posters. And I really recommend Adrian Tchaikovsky’s Service Model if you’re looking for great satire on AI, programming, robotics etc.
Here are a few of the posters I’d created when our G8 students were reading “Nowhere Boy” by Katherine Marsh to encourage them to “read around” the main themes of the book.



We are not refugees, nor are we really displaced. Right now officially we’re all on vacation. But I also see it as helping build my empathy for people who are refugees and displaced and cannot just walk into the local pharmacy and say “I left in a hurry and didn’t take my prescription with me here are my last few tablets, can you refill it on the virtue and credibility of my white face and ability to speak your language.”

















































