Characters you need for an epic tale by Tom Gauld, who brought us the wonderful Both.
The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore (por Moonbot Studios). ”Inspired, in equal measures, by Hurricane Katrina, Buster Keaton, The Wizard of Oz, and a love for books, “Morris Lessmore” is a story of people who devote their lives to books and books who return the favor. Morris Lessmore is a poignant, humorous allegory about the curative powers of story.”
At first glance, it looks like a charming independent bookstore, a West Village gem with a window display featuring artful stacks of gleaming hardcovers. But, wait a minute. Is that one book? Like, many, many copies of the same book?
(via A Book Store. That’s Right. Book, Singular. - NYTimes.com)
(via noseinabook)
Janey and I were in our snowsuits, just outside the pasture, on the Lund’s farm. It was one of those warm winter days when the fog rolls in from who knows where and everything’s white—the trees invisible, the snow-covered cornfields infinite beyond the near fence.
“Did you know,” Janey said, “that if you shut your eyes, it’s impossible to walk a straight line?”
I was eight, maybe nine. I didn’t believe her. So I closed my eyes and took a few unsteady steps forward. The thick, damp air cocooned around me, absorbing all but the sound of my heavy footfalls in the snow. My course felt guided by some invisible tunnel heading straight toward the fence posts at the border of the cornfields. After ten sure steps, I opened my eyes.
Everything had disappeared.
I watched my breath float into the air and join the fog as it drifted past my face. I turned a full circle. “Janey?” I said.
But she was gone. Five years had passed. She’d moved out, headed west for college.
And there I was, her little brother, stranded in a winter field, wondering how I’d lost her.
-T.D. Storm (wiscostorm)
Trailers for books are a great idea. Here’s Lemony Snicket’s wonderful trailer for 13 Words.
The genius of The Wire lies in its sheer size and scope, its slow layering of complexity which could not have been achieved in any other way but the serial format. Dickens is often praised for his portrayal not merely of a set of characters and their lives, but of the setting as a character: the city itself an antagonist.
