Book Bound
Musty, old book smell
Shrapnelled, leather-bound Tolstoy
Gripped in my left hand
Is it the emotive heavy scent of yesteryear or the heaviness in hand that boosts the importance of leather-bound books when we peruse a library or open their yellowing pages?
Today’s New York Times piece about bookbinding is fascinating insight into what I had thought was a lost art but am grateful for a glimpse of what remains a thriving, daily day at the office. Stitching, slicing, pressing leafs of printed paper together where an author’s work is enshrined in one beautifully-produced tome. Book-binding–a true craft.
For writers, readers and antiquarians, the video footage in this article is worth the price of admission:
Estella Lynch 