Images Of Vellum And Ink
A Book Of Darkness
A Book Of Patches
- A book of hours, I said. Or a book of names. Nobody knows.
- Bullshit, said Joey. You’re making it up.
- Shut up, said Jack. I'm listening to this.
He slid the G’n’T across the table to me, handed Joey his Guinness and sat down in his own seat with his Ouzo, sniffed it with a wrinkle-nosed grin.
- Go on, he said.
A Book Of Fragments
A Book Of Gravings
- The Book Of All Hours, my father had said. Your grandfather went looking for it, but he never found it. He couldn’t find it; it’s a myth, a pipe-dream. It doesn’t exist.
A Book Of Names
A Book Of Angels
The Book of All Hours, the Benedictines called it, in the Middle Ages, believing it to be the Deus’s own version of some grand duke’s book of hours – those hour-by-hour and day-by-day, week-by-week and month-by-month tomes of ceremony and meditation...
A Book Of Secrets
A Book Of Cant
... inked by monks in lamplight, drawn in brilliant colours on vellum, pale but rich in tone, not bleached pure white but yellowed, brown, the colour of skin, of earth, of wood, old bone, of things that were all once alive.
A Book Of Surfaces
A Book Of Maps
Princes and kings would commission these books and they’d take years of hunched backs and cramped hands and fading eyesight to produce by hand.
A Book Of Images
A Book Of Reflections
It was said by the Benedictines that God himself commissioned such a tome from the one angel allowed to step beyond the veil and see his face and listen to his words, and write them down.
A Book Of Theories
A Book Of Changes
There was a Jewish scholar, Isaac ben Joshua, in Moorish Spain who said that the Book drove everyone who saw it crazy.
A Book Of Scraps
A Book Of Light
He referenced an Islamic source, a story saying that all but one solitary page were blank, and on that page there was only a single simple sentence, an equation which captured the very essence of existence.
A Book Of Shapes
A Book Of Sigils
This, he said, was why all those who’d ever looked upon the book had gone insane, unable to comprehend, unable to accept, the meaning of life laid out in a few words of mathematical purity.
A Book Of Signs
A Book Of Stories
A Book Of Languages
After what happened to Thomas, I remember thinking that I knew what that sentence was.
A Book Of Silences
The Book Of All Hours
posted by Hal Duncan | 4:42 PM
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Chaotic Heart: Apologies for accidentally deleting your comment while I was chopping and changing this post.
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Well, okay, I'm reading Vellum, piece by piece, step by step and I love it. Don't care who you are, write more. Love, pk
Hey, cool, PK! Hope it keeps together for ye through to the end.
:)
The best book i've read in a long time. Amazing to see that someone can put into words and find pattern to the archetypes of our constantly changing thoughts and images of the mind and imagingation. Or is it just my crazy mind that you've illustrated so well in this book. ;) Brilliant!
Thanks, anon! I was hoping it wasn't just my own crazy mind I was illustrating. :)
Anyhoo, it's fuckin great when someone else clicks into it enough to say so. So cheers!
Picked up an english copy of Vellum in a German mall in a Turkish ghetto in Berlin, Germany. Can't put it down. First book in a long time that I really have to READ, not fly through. More, more, more, please.
I've started reading Vellum, and I find your word interesting. Not to mention the many parallels that seem to pop up while reading.
Honestly, I picked up your book because I liked the cover. I am a quick reader and this was the first book in a long time I actually had to slow down and pay attention as I read. I have since read Ink as well and I just wanted to plead with you to write more. Please?
Don't worry. The next big meaty novel is on its way. And in the meantime there's always "Escape from Hell!".
Hmmm... I'm probably half a decade late with my comment, but then I've been reading the book for more than half half a decade. And I still haven't finished. It's just that I think it's brilliant to the point of my being incapable of absorbing more than a few pages at a time. And then I need breaks. And then it is as if I'd never stopped reading. Even after a half year break. Rather amazing, really.
So, Thank You, Sir.
Thank *you*, sir.
And tis never too late for such kind words, far as I'm concerned. :D
*sigh* Re-reading Vellum and Ink again.... I can't even articulate how much I enjoy these books....so I'll end with this *sigh*
Cheers! :D
When I finished Vellum I walked around for two weeks having difficulties deciding wether or not I liked the book. Then it hit and still does sometimes. The little stories connecting to this and that...a memory of Jack... And then Ink. I am very happy and greatly enriched by your writing.
Thank you
The book of all hours! wow a story i keep coming back to read vellum and ink six times and ame already thinking about picking it up again...
Sonnets For Orpheus amazing part 6 being my personal fave.
Darren.
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