Ilove books, and if you’re reading this, chances are you do too. I love to hold them in my hand, and read the type on the printed page. I love the way books smell and how they feel to the touch. And of course, I love the simple pleasure of reading; of escaping into the worlds created by the storytellers.
Even more so, I love fine press books. Books that are handcrafted by artisans who have spent years refining their skills. Books created with loving care and grace by craftspeople such as letterpress printers, hand bookbinders, paper makers, typographers, and artists.
I have been involved with books in one way or another for the past thirty years. As reader, collector, bookstore owner, and now as publisher. Under the imprint of Suntup Editions, I am delighted to publish beautiful, handcrafted limited edition books of fiction and poetry for discerning collectors.
We are so fortunate that in the bookmaking community, there is a wealth of talented artisans. Through the press, I am able to support these gifted craftspeople, and in that way, share their work and stories with other book lovers.
In her novel The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt writes about how we set ourselves on a course that will lead us dutifully towards the norm; what I would call the mundane, and about the possibility of taking a different course; one that may lead to something she calls the “beautiful flare of ruin.” She asks if it isn’t better to throw yourself into “the holy rage calling your name.”
To me, this means that we should follow our heart and do what we love. By making beautiful books in the tradition of the fine press, that is what I feel I am doing.
In the field of fine bookmaking, there are many individuals, past and present, to be inspired by. One that comes to mind is the famous American book editor, William Targ. After retiring from G.P. Putnam’s Sons in 1978, he founded Targ Editions, a one-man operation he ran from his home in Greenwich Village.
“Print can be as beautiful as music; it has the power to move, it is as volatile as stage magic. As a typophile and bookman, now on my own, I look more closely into the genius and works of the men and women who enriched our lives with beautiful books. I observe closely the contemporary typographic scene, the people engaged with the magical 26 letters by which we live… I don’t think the private press printer will save the world; but I think that if we are seeking the pure of heart and a wholesome commitment, such a person may be found more readily beside a hand press than, say, in an advertising agency or in the House of Representatives—or in City Hall.”
Holy rage, here we come.
Ouroboros illustration © 2017 Rachel Readman