by Kelvin Smith
Reading travels through a published thing, its texts and images, its bells and whistles, sometimes running, sometimes dawdling. Packing and unpacking language and custom, feel and look, sense and puzzledom; meaning is drawn, filtered or refined, through a mind-mesh; pulped and palatable, personal, prosaic.
“Some people think there are two kinds of books. The book the author writes and the one the reader owns. For me the owner is of interest too.”
[Eco, U. & Carrière, J-C. This is not the end of the book. Vintage: London. 2012. p111]