I have not read one of my favorite books
I love this. It’s hard for me to keep my mentally-sneering opinion when someone explains themselves articulately and kind of beautifully.
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A Book I Haven’t Read
Literary Style || 15 Writers’ Bedrooms
1. Virginia Woolf: Full of details — the bookshelves house the author’s artful collection of books, many of which she recovered with colored paper..
2. Emily Dickinson: Most of the poet’s writing was done at a small writing table in her bedroom.
3. Miranda Seymour: Another author that prefers writing at a small desk in her bedroom, this writer has slept in the same room, on and off, since she was 14 years old.
4. Victor Hugo: Dark, rich and red - Hugo’s bedroom at his home on the Place de Vosges in Paris is all that you would expect from a writer heavily influenced by the Romanticism movement.
5. Michael Morpurgo: Technically a writing room — the author of War Horsedesigned this room around the bed, where he does all of his writing — in longhand.
6. William Faulkner: More of an office with a bed — the Nobel prize-winning author outlined the plot of The Fable on the walls of the room and then shellacked his notes to preserve them.
7. William S. Burroughs: Patti Smith, a friend of the Beat writer, sits on the bed in his room at The Bunker on the Bowery.
8. Henry David Thoreau: Intent on simple living, Thoreau furnished his 10’x15’ home with only the necessary basics - a bed, a table, a desk, and three chairs.
9. Truman Capote: The author’s bedroom at his Hamptons beach house is simple, but elegant
10. Mary Roach: One might expect something a bit more macabre from the author of Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, but the bedroom in the writer’s craftsman home in Oakland, California is simple and serene.
The source link includes the remaining 5 rooms of authors Ernest Hemingway, Flannery O’Connor, Alexander Masters, Sylvia Plath and Marcel Proust.
(Source: Apartment Therapy)
Of course it ended that way. She wasn’t young enough for the love to be pure and she wasn’t old enough for it to be mature. Can you say emo angst with hormones? Hell, I don’t remember ever wanting to be in love at 13… or 20.
(Source: aswelayinthesand, via booklover)
Among the problems Nabokov’s Lolita poses for the book designer, probably the thorniest is the popular misconception of the title character. She’s chronically miscast as a teenage sexpot—just witness the dozens of soft-core covers over the years. “We are talking about a novel which has child rape at its core,” says John Bertram, an architect and blogger who, three years ago, sponsored a Lolita cover competition asking designers to do better.
Now the contest is being turned into a book, due out in June and coedited by Yuri Leving, with essays on historical cover treatments along with new versions by 60 well-known designers, two-thirds of them women: Barbara deWilde, Jessica Helfand, Peter Mendelsund, and Jennifer Daniel, to name a few. They don’t shy away from frank sexuality, but they add layers of darkness and complication. And like Jamie Keenan’s cover—a claustrophobic room that morphs into a girl in her underwear—they provoke without asking readers to abdicate their responsibility.
(via Recovering Lolita — Imprint-The Online Community for Graphic Designers)
I can’t even begin to explain how much I desperately want this book. A book about a book? A book about a book’s cover art? A book about a book like Lolita’s cover art? The challenge of expressing the many subtleties its plot proposes in the limited space a cover provides. I NEED this in my life.
books + sketch pad + fave coffee mug = a very happy desk
This was when I’d just bought those books this past May. I haven’t read that Theft one yet. I’m pretty slow.=/ In my defense, I read other stuff I’d purchased before. I have a whole backlog of books to be read. I just keep buying. It’s horrible. I’m such a hoarder.
These were my mother’s copies of books back during her high school to college years. Some of the pages are completely falling out.
(via starrchild, theowlhooteth)
