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“Actually, I jade very quickly. Once is usually enough. Either once only, or every day. If you do something once it’s exciting, and if you do it every day it’s exciting. But if you do it, say, twice or just almost every day, it’s not good any more.”
– Andy Warhol
So here I am again, after a long [ . . . ]
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In yesterday’s post, I talked about the inexorable processes by which I’d fallen out of love with books. I’m glad to say that I’m falling in love with them all over again, but in a whole new way. Here’s what made the difference.
As I mentioned yesterday, I was finding that a busy life was preventing me getting much [ . . . ]
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I haven’t seen the inside of my parents’ house in fifteen years, but extrapolating from my father’s known rate of book-buying, I imagine that every remaining bare wall has now vanished behind a groaning barricade of bookshelves. Anecdotal evidence suggests that my brother’s house is going the same way. My heritage, in other words, is inescapably that of a [ . . . ]
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Being a bit of a non-shopper these days, I rarely go into a big bookshop – but when I do, I find myself feeling perversely sorry for the authors of all those novels and popular non-fiction books arrayed about the sales floor.
Poets are somewhat inured to walking into bookshops and finding a notable absence of copies of [ . . . ]
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