We have got to be living in a golden age of notebooks. I’m sure there is an obscure German word that defines an addiction to collecting notebooks paired with the overestimation of how much actual writing any one person can possibly accomplish. I adore my dozens and dozens of Field Notes and Moleskines and already have more than I am ever likely to fill, but holy hell these Keepbooks from Studio Neat are gorgeous.
Posts in the category “books”
The War Books
A paper I wrote for an English class at the University of Florida at some point in 1996
Once upon a midnight dreary
Happy birthday, Edgar Allan Poe!
A special kind of fall.
In which he finally reads The Catcher in the Rye
Sociopath: A Memoir
A collection of publicity, essays, and reviews