Via nevver

The Basement Stacks by Wary Meyers, who writes:

“Books breaking through the (faux) wall downstairs, referencing the ‘basement stacks’ every library has. In this case it’s as if those stacks had been sealed up during some remodel, and are anthropomorphically breaking through, referencing the old library, history, roots, poltergeists… Created for the VIA Advertising Agency, which recently renovated and moved their offices into the old Baxter building, which served as Portland’s public library from 1888 until the 1960s.”

Via pegobry, via ayjay

Via helenelagonelle, via alecshao:

Romeo and Juliet poster by Beetroot Design Group: Every “Romeo” and “Juliet” throughout the entire text of the play is connected resulting in a web of 55,440 red lines

amylovesbooks:

“Australian artist Kylie Stillman carves trees out of books — and thus the very living things that gave their life to be turned into printed matter in the first place.”

  More at 1-800-Recycling

(via libraryland)

In Verona, Italy, via Wooster Collective

How cool is Norman Mailer’s place? The New York Times: “In the author’s raucous younger years there was a hammock strung up between the rafters, a trapeze swing dangling from the ceiling and a rope ladder, providing a more adventurous way to scale the apartment.” More images of it here.

(Source: bookoasis, via booklover)

This is my life.

Via yesyes

Rude but lulzy rejection letter from a publisher to Gertrude Stein.

Via ONTD, of all places

A very Swedish animated interpretation of the story “Little Red Riding Hood” by Tomas Nilsson. Watch on full screen.

Hat tip to the Whoom.

The following is the contents of a typewritten message from Mark Twain to hopeful autograph seekers:

I hope I shall not offend you; I shall certainly say nothing with the intention to offend you. I must explain myself, however, and I will do it as kindly as I can. What you ask me to do I am asked to do as often as one half-dozen times a week. Three hundred letters a year! One’s impulse is to freely consent, but one’s time and necessary occupations will not permit it. There is no way but to decline in all cases, making no exceptions; and I wish to call your attention to a thing which has probably not occurred to you, and that is this: that no man takes pleasure in exercising his trade as a pastime. Writing is my trade, and I exercise it only when I am obliged to. You might make your request of a doctor, or a builder, or a sculptor, and there would be no impropriety in it, but if you asked either for a specimen of his trade, his handiwork, he would be justified in rising to a point of order. It would never be fair to ask a doctor for one of his corpses to remember him by.

Via Futility Closet

J.D. Salinger as Mike Wallace [photographic reference for us youngs], via If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger…

a-disorganized-mind:

Stephen Fry on language and pedantry

(Source: thedisreputablehistory, via afghanibanani-deactivated201109)