I love that this is from a book published in 1889 called “The Home Manual. Everybody’s Guide in Social, Domestic, and Business Life.” Obviously this drawing is illustrating Business Life.
Books
Here is an artist who really understands what is to love a book, to get lost in a book, and how books follow us around. See more of her work by clicking here (Thanks, design*sponge!)
One of the best books of the last decade (two of the best books, I should say–there was Persepolis and there was Persepolis II) have been made into a film. The artist and author, Marjane Satrapi, is the director along with Vincent Paronnaud, so I can only believe that the crisp emotion and dry drama
I was reading this really good piece in Slate by Joshua Glenn about The Amabassadors and toothpicks, which made me go to his blog for The Boston Globe called Brainiac, which talked about this brilliant translation of The Wasteland into that wonderful, silly LOLcat talk… “april hates u, makes lilacs, u no can has…” Go
I think this is the Polish cover for She is Me. I have never actually seen the edition, but during some masochistic/narcissistic late night self-googling a year or so ago, I found this and saved it in an obscure folder that, in a procrastination extravaganza, I just opened tonight. So…I’m sorry, but, is that a
This soulful creature is Brando, Ken Foster’s dog. I’m dying to read this book!
Today, The New Yorkers came out in Italy. So if anyone from Italy should wander onto this site, WELCOME! Voglio scrivere in Italiano, ma no posso! Mi dispiace, tutti. And…here are some pictures I’ve been meaning to post from a canine cocktail party–a benefit for AnimalHaven in Soho. It was pretty wild. Cin cin! TINY
I was just talking to someone about what a great book Kim is–have you ever read it? you have to–when I saw on my friend ndozo’s blog that she had visited Rudyard Kipling’s house,Naulakha, in Vermont… A spaniel on a camel, an elephant ash tray, a radiator, Rudyard Kipling’s actual toilet!!…I never even knew Rudyard
I just finished The Wedding Group, which I found in the bookcase in Venice, CA (thank you, Janet for having so many good books I have never read), and it was such an amazing portrait of a mother and her grown son, a sensitive but brilliantly controlling, independent but quietly needy, utterly indulgent mother. Hmm.
I recently read this amazing, surprising book. It is the 18th-century memoir of a remarkable man taken from Africa as a boy and sold into slavery. Africa and the family he lost, the nightmare of the passage and of plantation work, the differences in status for a slave in the West Indies, in England and
