First Snow by Robert Koehler

We got our first snow of the season a couple of days ago, which is early around here. Ugh. I prefer artistic representations of snow over the real thing.

First Snow by Robert Koehler (circa 1895).

Interminable Winter

Winter always looks nicer in paintings. Majestic. Charming. Unblemished. Like this:

Winter Morning by Andrei Ryabushkin, 1903

Winter Morning by Andrei Ryabushkin, 1903.

I’m done trying to fancy up the season with quotes by intelligent, creative dead people. If they were here, they’d probably be annoyed, too.

[My Top Cold Weather Writers] Honorable Mention: Christina Rossetti

CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

Portrait of Christina Rossetti by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1866

Portrait of Christina Rossetti by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1866

REASON: When snow started falling today, my mind immediately turned to Christina Rossetti. Her words, no matter how passionate, are of the winter.

“And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.”


If you missed My Top Six Cold
Weather Writers, go here.

My Top Six Cold Weather Writers

Cold weather never travels alone. It packs many well-loved delights in its frosty bag of tricks, including: hot chocolate, gingerbread, nifty patterned gloves and scarves, pumpkin-flavored everything, frozen breath, crackling wood fires, mulled beverages, and fairy lights. Whilst those are wonderful there are other, lesser extolled, pleasures in which to indulge: mint chocolate brownies, hot water bottle cozies, the scent of real pine, watching snow fall at midnight, and seasonal reading. Oh, seasonal reading! How I adore thee.

Yearly I turn to you, as the calendar begins its long hike through winter’s desolate days…

I seek you out to warm my cold soul and chapped heart…

You do things to me that hot drinks and heavy blankets never could…

What a comfort you are, my winter writers!

There is but one solution when faced with the inevitable onslaught of nasty, chilling weather: arm yourself to the teeth with a weighty supply of wonderful books, and dig in for the duration. As soon as temperatures sink, an instinctual survival mode kicks in and I start to ritualize my life-including a long-standing pattern of reading works by the same authors. The books themselves vary, of course, but their progenitors remain fixed. This time of year my preferences tend towards the following qualities of language, attitude, or thought: severity, hardiness, bareness, intellectual passion, bluntness, pluckiness, and mental or emotional resilience.

Do you read in such seasonal ways? If so, please share your favourite cold weather books and/or writers in the comments! Here is my list.

MY TOP SIX COLD WEATHER WRITERS

EMILY BRONTË

Emily Brontë by Branwell Brontë

Emily Brontë by Branwell Brontë

REASON: Her solitary, willful disposition.

“I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.”

ANTON CHEKHOV

Anton Chekhov, 1889

Anton Chekhov, 1889

REASON: No one speaks to my deepest soul the way nineteenth-century Russian writers do, Chekhov chief amongst them. 

“The role of the artist is to ask questions, not answer them.”

EMILY DICKINSON

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

REASON: The economy of her writing.

“One need not be a chamber to be haunted.” Continue reading