Via libraryland:
Writer Oscar Wilde on trial for “gross indecency” (May 4, 1895)
As recorded in the British tabloid The Illustrated Police News, May 4 1895, which also “covered” “the secret actions of Jack the Ripper.”
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The secret is to get children reading. As long as it’s not sex-laden or seditious or violent it doesn’t matter what they read. I want them to be able to absorb books, not be frightened of them. If you can teach them that at ages eight, nine, ten or eleven, they have a great start. The contents of my books are not going to teach them anything at all, except to grip them by the throat and make them love to read. To me that’s very important. A non-book reader in this life is either going to finish up as a lavatory attendant, or a bricklayer, or worse.
Via bookshelves:
El Ateneo Grand Splendid bookstore in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Converted from a theatre.
If you believe everything you read, better not read.
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
Photos from the Edward Gorey House Museum in Yarmouth Port, Mass.
Via Morbid Anatomy
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Invisible Book Shelf of the Day: The “Self Shelf” from DutchByDesign.
Standard shelf masquerading as a Magritte-referencing book entitled Ceci N’est Pas Un Livre. Comes in three colorways (yellow, blue, red).
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Invisible Book Shelf of the Day: The “Self Shelf” from DutchByDesign.
Standard shelf masquerading as a Magritte-referencing book entitled Ceci N’est Pas Un Livre. Comes in three colorways (yellow, blue, red).
[holycool.]
Via abbyjean:
A new metro station named after the famously gloomy Russian writer Fyodor Dostoevsky has opened in Moscow despite fears it could attract suicides. The station, called Dostoyevskaya, is decorated with brooding grey and black mosaics that depict violent scenes from the 19th-century writer’s best-known novels. One mural re-enacts the moment when the main character in Crime and Punishment murders an elderly pawnbroker and her sister with an axe.
Another shows a suicide-obsessed character in The Demons holding a pistol to his temple. If that was not enough to darken the mood, shadowlike characters are shown flitting across the cavernous new station’s walls and a giant mosaic of a depressed-looking Dostoevsky stares out at passengers.
Properly, we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one’s hand.
