September at Sendb00ks

September 2020. A collaboration between Tracey Emin's memoir Strangeland and Italian photographer Zelinda Zanichelli. 
"He smiled and said, ‘That giant ball of fire that we call the sun stays just where it is. Didn’t you know that it is we who move round it. It is we who are constantly leaving."
 
"When I visited Zelinda's home in Pigalle for coffee I found Tracey Emin's Strangland on her floor. I picked it up and a photograph of Zelinda as a teenager fell out. I asked to borrow the book and after devouring it in a few days I contacted Zelinda and asked if we could send the book with her work inside. She agreed. " -Gemma 

 

Emin invites us to her Strangeland, a conglomerate of texts and memories which explore her life with an innocence and raw vulnerability. 

She writes about her troubling upbringing in Margate, ‘a derelict seaside town where there was nothing to do but blend in with the general decay: bum around, fuck, be fucked, fight and wish your life away.’ and leaving for London at 15 with only twenty pounds, some clothes, two David Bowie LPs. Despite the bleak descriptions the innocence of her eyes paints the memories beautiful. 

"I was thirteen: I had been raped, I had lost my front teeth and I had suffered disillusionment with life. But I knew there was something better: there was an outside — an outside of me. And somewhere that wasn’t Margate. Yet I owe so much to the place I grew up, mainly because it is so beautiful. And what is so fantastic and beautiful is the sunset, and that is free."

This autobiography speaks to us from the most intimate, personal recollections of Emin’s childhood. Honest and direct, we hear about the artist’s relationship with her mother whom she loved so dearly, and her twin brother Paul. Moving on to the second part of the book ‘Fatherland’, we learn about Emin’s Turkish heritage and her relationship to her father, who remained elusive for the most part of her life. 

When I was 14-15 There was nothing to my life but dancing and sex. I’d go to night clubs and dance then I’d meet someone and have sex. It was fine and easy nothing to do but think with my own body like a bird I thought I was free.

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We are proud to have sent over 100 copies of this fantastic book this month with the work of our friend Zelinda among the pages. We hope you enjoy your read as much as we did and leave it on your floor for a friend to find a few years from now....

 

 

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