I found it once: a paperback tucked into the poetry shelf, its barcode worn, its author’s name faint. It had been misfiled—an accident, a whim, or the last reader’s secret—and that tiny error became the spark for a month-long reading route that changed the way I choose books. If you want to...
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Interviews
I used to sit in the back of bookshop events, watching authors answer polite...
Reading Guides
It started with a cramped spine, yellowing edges and a library stamp that...
Reviews
I love tiny independent imprints in the way some people love flea markets: for...
Reading Guides
I rarely approach a translation like a passive reader. When I find a neglected...
I love tiny independent imprints in the way some people love flea markets: for the surprises, the mismatched treasures, the sense that something has been salvaged rather than manufactured. If you ask me which small press you should follow next, my...
I rarely approach a translation like a passive reader. When I find a neglected novel with two competing English versions, I treat the moment as a small literary excavation: which translation will unearth the author’s original rhythms, cultural...
I bought the book for a pound from a charity shop on a wet Tuesday afternoon. It was shelved among other paperbacks that had outlived their first readers—spines softened, dust jackets creased—until a laminated sticker from Oxfam suggested they...
I love the small archaeological thrills of secondhand bookshops: the smell of dust and glue, the cliff-like stacks, the thrill of a spine that hasn’t yet been discovered. But what really makes my heart quicken are the traces left by previous...
When a midlist novel slips out of print notices, fades from the pages of review roundups and ends up mis-shelved in used bookstores, it isn't always because it's bad. Often it's a casualty of marketing cycles, publishing trends and the attention...
Interviewing a small-press editor is one of the most rewarding things I do. These are the people who read obsessively in the margins, who argue for manuscripts that larger houses overlook, who shepherd difficult books into the world with limited...
It happens to me quite often: I want to read a foreign-language book that several translators have brought into English, and the internet is full of passionate, contradictory advice. One critic praises a new edition for its "faithful" rendering; a...
I once found a single marginal note in a seventeenth‑century pamphlet—a terse reference to a forgotten pamphleteer who'd had a brief, scandalous career and then disappeared from the bibliographies. That tiny footnote felt like a door left ajar....
When I pull a secondhand book from a shelf and find handwriting in the margins, I feel the particular kind of curiosity that made me fall in love with bookshops in the first place. Marginalia—the underlinings, exclamation marks, date-stamped...
I always come back to small presses when I want to be surprised. They are the places that publish the books I wouldn't have known to look for—the slim, stubborn voices that resist genre boxes, the translations that feel like private transmissions,...