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this is not a book

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The sound of my voice. And his.

I hate the sound of my own voice.
Actually, I’m not sure I completely do anymore, but I really used to.
My mother wanted to me to speak properly (she wanted me to sing too, but that’s never going to happen) and so I had lessons in speaking when I was little. Or I only think I [...]

Mapping the landscape

Baldur Bjarnason and I are writing a book. It’s about books, electronic textuality and materiality and is a manifesto of sorts. I suggested a few weeks ago that we might blog sections of it while we go, partly to make public some of our thoughts, but also as a declaration of intent. The book (it’s draft title [...]