Anon, I think it may help to know that when I started this tumblr, I ran a site called I Read Everything and a site called I Read Odd Books. They were sister sites, so to speak, so when I created this tumblr and my Twitter, I picked a word from each site. Hence Odd Everything. I Read Everything is now just an archive and “odd” comes from my site devoted to unusual books. I am far less odd than my book collection.
To answer your questions in order:
I guess everything is odd when examined closely enough. Possibly. And everything can be boring when examined for too long.
I do not collect the names of shapes and textures, though textures can freak me out. I often cannot eat certain foods, like pizzas, if the texture is too bubbly or clumpy. Focaccia bread is also problematic. Dried pods, like the ends of garlic when the bulbs have been removed, have a special horror for me. The only things I collect are books. I collect them indiscriminately and many of them are odd. I have an affection for death photography, fringe literature and Edward Gorey. But many of the books I hold onto are basic mainstream books. I have yet to descend into the realm of the decidedly odd condition of bibliomania but give me a few more years.
It’s been years since I read Mann so I don’t have a strong enough memory of either Tadzio or Von Aschenbach, but if put on the spot, I can say that it is likely not that uncommon for older, dissolute artistes to become obsessed with young, beautiful people. When I think of human sexuality gone odd, I think of Simone and her toilet eggs and Mr. Hands.
I am unsure what is odd about me other than my obsession with books. I don’t like being around people but plenty of folks dislike being around others. I like taking pictures of graveyards and dead places. Perhaps that is odd? I have peculiar ailments, like a REM disorder and an interesting condition called Sweet’s Syndrome, but are diseases odd traits? Really, I suspect none of us can ever be the best judges of what is odd about us. I bet if you asked my neighbors or my mother, you would have very different answers about what is odd about me.
I am definitely a curiosity seeker and sometimes I am a voyeur but the modern world has made voyeurs of us all, in a way.
Things don’t have to be entirely odd to catch my attention. I tend to focus on oddities in terms of books. I gravitate towards the grotesque and the uneasy. The atypical. I sometimes am consumed by certain topics, like cemetery customs, exotic diseases, sexual aberrations, conspiracy theories, and any number of topics that people who read exclusively from the NYT Review of Books would not bother with. But even that is only “odd” in respect to other people. It could be perfectly normal to others.
Hope all that helps though I get the feeling it will disappoint.