In an unashamed attempt to draw you in, I am prefacing this post with a photo of what I believe is one of the best dog paintings I've ever done. And no, this good girl is not named Garamond. Read the blog post, discover her name. a 14. Garamond
It’s been a little while since my last post. Deadlines have loomed and passed. That my novel is at last turning into a book has begun to feel real. May brought line edits and a last chance to add or change content. June arrived with initial proofs that let me see how my words, having shuffled off the Amish simplicity of their Times Roman font, will look in their chic, vintage (500 plus years old!) party dress, one initially designed by Claude Garamond. In February, in the New York Times magazine, R.E. Hawley devoted a couple pages to the history of this font of French origin (which is in fact a small family including more than one choice of typeface), going so far as to give the reader a profile of the Garamond user – on the one hand, fussy, uptight, bookish (I plead guilty), on the other, serious, a lover of beauty in all its forms, also bookish (guilty, again). It is a lovely font; my words have never looked better. I am thinking about upgrading my own wardrobe. Getting rid of Covid's ragged t-shirts and pilled yoga pants. Maybe saving my pennies for some classic Eileen Fisher. I do not want my book to be ashamed of its author. The article referred to is “Garamond” by R.E. Hawley, The New York Times Magazine (Feb. 6, 2022) pp. 20-21. And her name is Fly, a classic choice for a border collie, I believe.
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