Hello!
Welcome to bookbarr, the Substack edition.
Limited in length by characters, and in movement by the far smaller screen I have come to prefer the comfort of your private email box to your gram. The stacked versus the elongated, infinite vertical cyber spread, the one end of which is ensnared in lost time.
A newsletter — bi-monthly, to begin with— on all things bookish; since a person cannot be simply about one thing, this letter — my letter: the bookbarr, I am still contemplating on the the — will also try to be about many other things: cats, music that catches my ear, (sun)light that catches my eye, identity, loneliness, and memory. At the heart of it, this letter is about nothing, because nothing is a familiar classification for the anxious soul; nothing, but, is “not so easy” to write about (Smith, Patti. M Train) hence for now this letter, as it announces itself in your blue —- or perhaps green/red/black/mauve — box is about books, because books is as great a place to start as any.
The first issue will be, among other things, about upcoming new (book) releases I am intrigued by, and speaking for an(other).
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