
“Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura…” “…Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself in a dark wilderness.”
So begins Dante’s Inferno, the first in the trilogy that makes up The Divine Comedy. Continue reading

“Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura…” “…Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself in a dark wilderness.”
So begins Dante’s Inferno, the first in the trilogy that makes up The Divine Comedy. Continue reading
Ah Bartleby! That most enigmatic scrivener who brought us the famous phrase “I prefer not to.” Bartleby is another interesting and strange character from the pen of Herman Melville, who seemed to have a knack for creating them. Continue reading
Ourika by the Bird & Bull Press is just the kind of happy discovery I love as a reader who happens to also love private press books. My favorite private press books are the ones that give me joy in their making: in the paper, the presswork, the design, maybe the illustrations, and all the other small and large features that their creators manifested within their covers. But they also give me some literature to read and an inescapable excuse to spend hours in tactile communion with the book. It is especially delightful to find literature that surprises me in being either outside the classic canon completely or an obscure or unknown (to me) gem within the canon. This particular discovery of Ourika also furthers my desire to read more women authors in fine press and also dovetails into my current efforts to read more literature of or about Africa. Continue reading
I’m not sure what to think of Charles Bukowski. I was vaguely aware of his poetry from thumbing through it in some Los Angeles bookstores. Although not much of a movie watcher, one movie I did see was Barfly, and I suppose that shapes my perception of Bukowski as well. I have his collection, The Pleasures of the Damned: Poems, 1951-1993, on my shelf and on my “to be read” list. Raw, powerful, not necessarily likeable, but articulate in some brutally honest ways. Which I like in his poetry. I’m not so sure I like it in his prose, so contrary to my usual review habits here, I’m going to talk about the book as an object first to give myself more time to digest his writing. Continue reading
I originally came across Larkspur Press in my endless pursuit of the writings of Wendell Berry. It was a joy to discover that I could get pieces of his writings from small private presses like Larkspur and The Press on Scroll Road. I’ve been following Larkspur ever since and picking up all things Berry and other little gems that catch my eye from time to time. I’ve been meaning to post about this book for a while now and when I saw that Larkspur’s owner, Grey Zeitz, was recently featured on NPR, it spurred me into action. Continue reading
Just a quick update to my readers so that you know I am still alive and well! Continue reading
I’ve just wrapped up another wonderful visit to the CODEX Book Fair and the amazing city of San Francisco/Richmond that hosts it every two years. For those of you who have not been but share a love for the hand-made book, I urge you to put it on you bucket list of things to do. For the price of a $10 daypass, you can talk about, see, touch, and experience more books and book objects than probably anywhere else. Books that might only be in an edition of 10 and end up in institutional private collections and then only exist to us as pictures on the internet and post on blogs like this. While I have the pleasure and privilege to own books from some of the presses I see here, most are way beyond my means and even my realistic desires. So the chance to see them in person is priceless. And the chance to talk with the artists, makers, and creators who manifest them can be sublime. Come see this little slice of book heaven when you can. Continue reading