Ah, the allure of a book printed on a letterpress. I imagine a good deal of this stems from the fact that a well printed book is the work of a master craftsman. It’s not just the text, built letter-by-letter, line-by-line; hues must be printed one color at a time. It’s fine paper and depth. It’s that classic scent of ink running deep that makes us Bibliophiles swoon.
There’s nothing quite like it.
Just so happens, there’s a fascinating article printed in Harvard Magazine on the art of bookmaking in a digital era–just one of the bookish bits happened upon this week . . .
The world said goodbye to crime writer Elmore Leonard this week. In memorandum, I do believe I’ll pick up one of his books.
Speaking of Elmore Leonard, check out this great article on how Leonard’s cool inspired a generation of writers.
James Salter, Mona Simpson, Lorin Stein, and John Jeremiah Sullivan discuss The Paris Review’s sixtieth anniversary . . .
Just in case you’ve been dying to know, The Huff Post posts an interview about What Jeannette Walls Loves to Read.
Powell’s books suggests The Bone Season, by Samantha Shannon as an anecdote for Game of Thrones withdrawal. I haven’t read it, so I’ve no clue–but there you have it.
Last, but certainly not least, a bit on the last full-service letterpress in the U.S.