I’ve been back from Tulsa, where I was working in the Stevie Smith archive, for about three weeks now. It was a very rich trip, and I will take some time to process all the treasures I found there.
Today, though: some of the quirkier finds in the archive.
- A lock of Stevie Smith’s hair
What I like about post cards is that even if in an envelope, they are made to circulate like an open but illegible letter… (Derrida, The Post Card)
Last week, I blogged about the new edition of Novel on Yellow Paper, of which Virago Books very kindly sent me a copy.
To heap joy on joy, the parcel included two sets of vintage postcards. Continue reading