Archive for May, 2009

Mr Bs Frontage

Bath’s Mr B’s Emporium of Reading Delights – this week’s jackpot – sets The Bind’s detector beeping not only on account of its fantastic moniker; its 2008 Independent Bookshop of the Year accolade; its ‘bibliotherapy’ room, replete with battered, comfy armchairs and help-yourself coffee; the Tintin cartoon strip wallpaper sidling up to the staircase… 

Mr Bs Chairs

Mr Bs Bibliotherapy

Mr Bs Bath

Mr Bs Stairs

Mr Bs Window Display

… and its loyalty cards; the brilliant author events and book groups; the chatty Mr B’s folks, who’ll order any book you like to land on Mr B’s doormat in just a couple of days; their lists (and I do love a good list)…

Mr Bs Lists

Mr Bs Mugs

… and their sock monkeys…

Mr Bs Monkey

… oh no. The true feather in Mr B’s cap is Vlashka, who, when not providing her unique brand of tail-waggingly attentive customer service in the shop (as, unfortunately, she wasn’t on the day of The Bind’s visit) is updating her Vanity Page or trying to fit in meet-and-greets with her celebrity fans between dog biscuits. Watch this space for future Vlashka book signing announcements.

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I may not be very good at staying strictly on topic these days, but when I keep stumbling upon brilliant things such as Littlepixel‘s re-imagining of classic album sleeves as Pelican book covers to tell you about, can you blame me?

Primal ScreamSleeperNew OrderAnd these are just my picks of the 32-strong bunch of ‘covers’ posted on Littlepixel’s Flickr. Busy man, that. But – I know, I know – enough of the pretty electronic picture distractions. More actual, page-flippable books, shops to find them and people who keep them coming up…

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It slipped off the radar when I slithered down to the south of England, but due to a rather timely Facebook group invitation (at the very minute The Bind gets its socks pulled back up after a rather too long hiatus…) it’s back: the brightest beacon of young British writing this side of a printing press, Cadaverine.

Cadaverine homepage

Poetry, prose, interviews, and open to submissions from those under the age of 25, Cadaverine is dishing out the textual highs for surfacing new talent and those who love sniffing it out. Plus the layout won’t make your eyes bleed. And I like that.

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