I’ve lost something. It’s a booklet about the work of the horror film director Norman J Warren, which I bought at a film festival around thirty years ago, and then had signed by Warren. I’ve just bought a new blu-ray boxset of Warren’s work so I decided to hunt out the booklet only to discover that it’s not in its usual place – a place that it has been for literally as long as I can remember – and doesn’t seem to be elsewhere either. I’ve been looking for it on and off for about a week now, hoping it’ll turn up sandwiched between records, books or magazines, or maybe in a box otherwise bulging with bills and receipts. As each ‘it might be here’ brainwave comes to nothing the possibility that it’s been turfed out by accident becomes increasingly more likely.
The thing is, I’m taking the loss of this booklet badly. I’m being a bit of a baby about it, if I’m honest. I’m sure it was quite rare (I can’t even find an image of it on the whole of the internet), I’ve had it for years, it was very precious to me and it was signed by Warren. But even so. It was just a booklet, about the size and shape of a parish magazine, not a family member or friend. I really should not be feeling its loss quite as keenly as I do. I’ve grieved less for far more.
So that’s my question — help me feel better — have you ever lost anything, apparently trivial, that’s turned you inside out?