Do you consider yourself a bookish purist? You know the type, the one that won’t mark by bending a page or use a highlighter? Any alteration of the book is a mortal sin and even the removal of the dust jacket will get you banished from the library. Do you tear out the page that you like or make a photocopy, perhaps even dutifully scribing by hand into a Moleskine?

Like most people I’m a complicated man, sometimes I highlight, sometimes I don’t. When I do mark pages or write in the margins, I prefer using the old-fashioned pencil. There’s something immensely satisfying with pencil writing. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but ink just doesn’t have that timeless feel to it. I’m in no way against pens or ink in any form or shape. I just prefer pencils.

Tonight I stumbled across this book and passage from Ian McEwan‘s novel On Chesil Beach and immediately recognized myself. Enjoy.

20170824_202319

“She thought he was original, unlike anyone she had ever met. He always had a paperback book, usually history, in his jacket pocket in case he found himself in a queue or a waiting room. He marked what he read with a pencil stub.”

2 thoughts on “The pencil and the book

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s