![]() ![]() It was a cheap ‘pulp-fiction style paperback with a lurid green cover and already-yellowed paper which I picked up as a teenager from a charity shop in downtown Hamilton. Now I can remember vividly the first time I picked up and read that book. ![]() But the other day I got a modern classic. Well I have a few of their editions but so far they’d all been classics from an earlier age Shakespeare’s Sonnets, The Canterbury Tales, the poems of Coleridge. If you know the Folio Society you’ll know they produce beautiful editions of books the way they used to be, the way they should be, beautifully bound and printed on good paper with pleasing typefaces, a pleasure to handle and made to last and hand down the generations. ![]() I recently received a beautiful book, in its own slip case from the Folio Society. A few posts back I mentioned that I had “been reminded recently in three very concrete ways of how precious and irreplaceable real books are with their tang, tinge, smudge and wear, and most of all their tangible personal history.” Well the first reminder was that Family Bible, here’s the second. ![]()
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