Chumley & Pepys On Books

Hullabaloo. Even if the precise meaning of the word is unknown, hullabaloo is one of those words whose sight and sound seems to evoke its ve...

My Dearest Pepys , We've enjoyed your recent Homeric related letters at Postman's Horn , but glad you threw in a Thurber and that ...

I have been back, for some time now, from reading The Dark Back of Time by Javier Marias--my 'holiday from the infinite'--but I onl...

With my two volume Oxford English Dictionary, I resort to taking my glasses off and placing my nose close to the page where I can smell that...

When I was still running a bricks and mortar bookshop, I had the great pleasure of meeting many erudite and artistic customers. Stratford i...

After finishing Kenneth Sherman's new sequence of poems, Black River , (Porcupine's Quill, 2007) I lay back and realised I have been...

There is a saying in Tilvanica: "Whatever you do, don't discuss physics with mourning doves." Or so I was told. This reminds m...

When it was released in 1999, The Ninth Gate really didn't do well at the till, nor did it give critics much of a thrill, but I, like m...

Walking thought No. 1: I--like the majority of bloggers I imagine--have never submitted written work other than university papers for the e...

On the official letterhead of the Palace, Jaipur, Rajasthan , this extremely thin blue paper was creased and folded inside a book on, what e...

Our viewpoint is from above, like a camera, our vision pans down to the rectangular structure lying upon the highly polished veneered tablet...

I must say that I am not a collector of ephemera or bookmarks. There are professional dealers in ephemera but I have never purchased anythin...