by Robert Bringhurst

Here’s the thing. I’ve only just started delving into this book and already, I want to take it out on a date and buy it dinner and sweet-talk it home and do stuff to it. It’s the first – and I hesitate to call it a textbook, but that fits for now – it’s the first textbook I’ve read in a very long time where the love and passion for the subject is evident in the language used to describe the craft. Holy crap. It makes me want to turn to people on the subway and point out passages to them. That’s how much it tickles me. Here’s an example of what you can expect:

In a badly designed book, the letters mill and stand like starving horses in a filed. In a book designed by rote, they sit like stale bread and mutton on the page. In a well-made book, where designer, compositor and printer have all done their jobs, no matter how many thousands of lines and pages they must occupy, the letters are alive. They dance in their seats. Sometimes they rise and dance in the margins and aisles.

I’ll review the living crap out of this book when I’m done. But going on what I’ve read so far, this is gonna be a ride.


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