Hey so it’s World Book Day in the world or something.

Let’s look at some books!

Old and new.

Ones that are on my various piles.

OMG so I bought this at 192 on 9th Ave in NYC last month.

It’s a newly published translation of a 2006 novel by Arnon Grunberg, who Wikipedia tells me is a 42-year old Dutchman.

The staff at the store loved it so much, they drew a flyer of the cover for a reading event they were about to hold.

It’s currently in third place on my I Will Actually Read This pile, behind Alice Rawsthorn’s amazingness Hello World, and the new Javier Marías (both of which I wrote about earlier in the week, which you can read by clicking here etcetcetc)

I’m obsessed with this book on Edouard Palozzi’s work for the magazine Ambit, which went with an exhibition in Raven Row in 2009.

 

A spread from the inside.

It’s on the OMG Let’s Look At This Book More Often But Then Don’t pile.

That’s my Meadham Kirchhoff sweater btw.

Um what else?

OMG the catalogue for the unfeasibly amazing Piero della Francesca exhibit currently on at the Frick!

It’s beyond the most amazing exhibition ever.

This Saint is my favourite.

Something headfuck goes on at his left foot.

You can’t really make it out. It’s like there’s a sudden cut-out or collage.

It’s so modern.

Is all this a bit too obscure?

OMG HERE’S THE BEST BOOK EVER WRITTEN!

Published in 1994.

No book before or since is greater.

Angie don’t sit near Wilmot Brown!

Aaah look at Colin and Barry.

Oooh Wicksey’s suit.

Best book ever written.

What else?

Oh this book was on my pile You Really Think You’re Going To Read A Book At The Shows?

And it did indeed come with me to the menswear shows, and wasn’t opened once.

It’s a Georgian novel from 1972.

JOLLY!

What else?

Obviously the cover of this is amazing and I obviously want to read it and the likelihood of me reading it is… um…

World Book Day!

A day to look at the piles of books you probably won’t ever actually read!

But I will read them. I will. I will.

Arrrrghhh…