Books are often easy to overlook.
They are a modest, shy form of art—and to them, one has to seek them out. Rampant curiosity can help, the drive to turn anything inside out and upside down, but: they don't shout out like a billboard, or blare and blind like the silver screen (even when it is subtle, it gets behind your eyes before you get behind its).
For a book, you've got to pull open covers. Sit silently. Settle into austere print, as bleak and craggy as ironworks. Listen. Because a book...
Published on October 11, 2011 11:28