The Hidden Lives of Books

by Randall Honold

Do unread books have stories to tell? Are their cosmogonies and genealogies of origin trees, cattle, minerals? Do they lament melancholy and boredom? Are there decrials of dissolution and decay? Accounts of resentments or self-doubts or yearnings? Can we learn to hear tales otherwise silent to us?



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2 responses to “The Hidden Lives of Books

  1. Brings to mind that great Clive James poem – The book of my enemy has been remaindered.

  2. Randall Honold

    Also see the recent amazing paintings of our friend and colleague Matthew Girson (

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