El libro es fuerza, es valor
es poder, es alimento;
antorcha del pensamiento
y manantial del amor.
– Rubén Darío
Continuando mi meditación sobre libros, emprendido por el sueño de ayer.
Day: December 28, 2011
Caveat: Bound
Waking up from a dream fragment, this morning:
I was in the book bindery (University of Minnesota Press, where I worked 1987~1989), making a book. I was physically making the book. Stitching the spine, applying the glue and binding cloth, hammering out the curves of the hardcover “fit.” Then I gave the book to someone – a coworker. It wasn’t at the hagwon – it was some moribund office career.
I asked the guy later, “What do you think of my book?”
He stared at me with fish-eyes, saying: “Well, it seems basically like one of your basic 400 page fiction novel things.”
So I ask, “Did you read it?”
He shrugs and says, “No.”
Obviously, I’m struggling with anxieties with respect to my writing.
