David Hayden

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David Hayden@seventydys· 27d

Delighted to see in the window of the Book Hive in Norwich, two superb books I edited. Jamie Sexton’s Sounds of Lost Futures: British Musical Hauntology and Michael Begnal’s Death Trip: Iggy and the Stooges 1972-1974. @reaktionbooks.bsky.social.

In the window of the Book Hive in Norwich: Jamie Sexton’s Sounds of Lost Futures: British Musical Hauntology and Michael Begnal’s Death Trip: Iggy and the Stooges 1972-1974.

David Hayden@seventydys· 29d

A necessary new radical history of the Brixton riots of 1981, Uprising by Matt Clement, is coming in November. I edited it for @reaktionbooks.bsky.social, preorders welcome: reaktionbooks.co.uk/work/uprising

David Hayden@seventydys· Jun 29

My review of Timothy X Atack’s novel ‘Father Alberto and the Flying Girl’ in @theguardian.com www.theguardian.com/books/2026/j...

Picture of rural landscape seen through monastery cloisters accompanying The Guardian book review page

David Hayden@seventydys· Jun 13

I interviewed Keith Ridgway for @irishtimes.com about his outstanding new novel ‘Dooneen’. Published @fitzcarraldoeds.bsky.social and @ndbooks.bsky.social. www.irishtimes.com/culture/book...

David Hayden@seventydys· Jun 4

My @fallowmedia.bsky.social review of Joana Masó’s Tosquelles: Healing Institutions, texts translated by Robert Hurley and Mara Faye Lethem. An essential work on the radical psychiatrist Francesc Tosquelles. Pub @semiotexte.bsky.social US & Divided Publishing UK/EU. fallowmedia.com/reviews/2026...

David Hayden@seventydys· May 13

to build a city as soft as a body Inger Christensen, from 'it', tr Susanna Nied

A society can be so stone-hard
That it fuses into a block
A people can be so bone-hard
That life goes into shock
And the heart is all in shadow And the heart has almost stopped
Till some begin to build A city as soft as a body

David Hayden@seventydys· May 12

whoever can’t keep up Inge Müller, The Black Cart, tr Michael Hofmann

The Black Cart
Here comes the black cart
The horse walks at a trot And whoever can't keep up Gets to go in the black cart.

David Hayden@seventydys· May 10

David Hayden@seventydys· May 9

A small wonder of 1950s publishing: John Lewis’s ‘A Handbook of Type and Illustration: with notes on certain graphic processes and the production of books’. Published 1956 by @faberbooks.bsky.social.

Cover of A Handbook of
TYPE AND ILLUSTRATION
1956

ILLUSTRATIONS
Edward Bawden
David Gentleman
Roy Morgan
George Chapman, et alia
Edward Bawden
Ronald Glendenning
John Norris Wood
Anthony Gross
Edward Ardizzone
John Minton
John Sewell
Joan Beales
Deighton and Bailey
Geoffrey Ireland
Alan Bell McWilliam
Lewin Bassingth waite
H. Cartier-Bresson
Edward Ardizzone
Hendrik Hondius
Reuben Law Reed
Edouard Traviès

COLOURED LINOCUT 35
WOOD ENGRAVING 38 & 39
COLOURED WOODCUT 43
RELIEF ETCHINGS 46 - 48
COPPER ENGRAVING 51
LITHOGRAPH 55
PLASTOCOWELL 58 & 59
COLOURED ETCHING 63
LINE DRAWING 69
COLOURED LINE DRAWING 75
LINE DRAWING WITH TINTS 78 & 79
COLOURED LINE AND TONE
83
PHOTOGRAPHS 86 & 87
PHOTOGRAPHS 90 8 91
STAINED-GLASS WINDOW
95
COLOURED LINE DRAWING 103
PHOTOGRAPHS 106 & 107
WATER-COLOUR DRAWING
110 & 111
ENGRAVED MAP 114 & 115
OIL PAINTING 118
HAND-COLOURED ENGRAVING 123
ix

i Illustration
THE REPRODUCTION OF DRAWINGS 1
II Typefaces
NOTES ON THE BOOK FACES 6
Il Titling
INITIAL LETTERS, PRINTERS' FLOWERS, ETC 17
IV Letterpress and
Offset
DIRECT METHODS OF REPRODUCTION 31
v Letterpress
PHOTOGRAPHIC METHODS OF
REPRODUCTION 65
vI Offset Lithography
PHOTOGRAPHIC METHODS OF
REPRODUCTION 97
VII Binding
METHODS AND TREATMENT
125
vill Book Jackets
TYPOGRAPHY AND PRODUCTION
134
APPENDIX I
Production data for letterpress and offset printing, and for binding 143
APPENDIX II
Specimen pages of text settings from
A MEMOIR OF THOMAS BEWICK 155
CONTENTS
vii

Miss Price loves you with all her heart

Roy Morgan illustration from Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas

David Hayden@seventydys· May 8

Leaf, seed, star-map and fortune. It’s a gift of sight and sound to have new poems from Robyn Skyrme. Published by Fathomsun Press. fathomsun.com?utm_source=s...

David Hayden@seventydys· May 5

‘Marrickville Light’, a short story published in HEAT journal @giramondobooks.bsky.social giramondopublishing.com/heat/archive...

Marrickville Light
David Hayden
Australian voices remind Kate of dead people. The people she loved as a child, who loved sun and ciggies. More than life itself, as it turned out.

David Hayden@seventydys· May 5

Jamie Sexton's 'The Sounds of Lost Futures: British Musical Hauntology', which I edited for @reaktionbooks.bsky.social, is about to go to print. Thanks to @wildtwin.bsky.social and Kevin Donnelly for their kind endorsements. Published in July. Available for pre-order now.

Cover of Jamie Sexton's 'The Sounds of Lost Futures: British Musical Hauntology' 9781836392477

David Hayden@seventydys· May 3

‘Parades Gone By’, a short story in The Georgia Review www.thegeorgiareview.com/posts/parade...

The apartment was a cluster of small rooms, each with its door open, a little kitchen, and an even more diminutive bathroom, a slightly larger living room: a museum of light and dark, its walls dressed in scarlet brocade wallpaper, dimmed by smoke and time, dense with an odor of vintage roses and coffee, and an unnamable undertow; nocturnal and marine. There were posters of Céline and Julie Go Boating and Children of Paradise, and one for Greed, with a glowering illustration of Gibson Gowland, with his huge froth of hair; black, arched eyebrows; and lost, brutal stare.

David Hayden@seventydys· May 2

Always good to see @reaktionbooks.bsky.social I’ve helped to publish in the window of my local bookshop The Book Hive: Treasures on Earth by Jeremy Harte, Antisemitisms by Sandor Gilman, Stories of the Stones by Paul Robichaud and—one I commissioned & edited—Michael Begnal’s Stooges opus Death Trip.

David Hayden@seventydys· May 1

Recent reading and rereading

Penelope Mortimer The Pumpkin Eater
THE WAX CHILD OLGA RAVN
THEY HELLE HELLE
THE COLLECTED POEMS OF FRANK O'HARA
LARRY LEVIS SWIRL & VORTEX
Disalienation CAMILLE ROBCIS
TOSQUELLES JOANA MASO
DOONEEN KEITH RIDGWAY
The PARTS KEITH RIDGWAY
ANDREI BELY PETERSBURG
SAMUEL BECKETT Mercier and Camier
Berlin Alexanderplatz Döblin
MALCOLM LOWRY Under the Volcano
OPEN CITY TEJU COLE
Victor Serge The Case of Comrade Tulayev
ALASDAIR GRAY Lanark: A Life in 4 Books
PICADOR
JAMES JOYCE ULYSSES

David Hayden@seventydys· Apr 28

Pier Paolo Pasolini's 'Petrolio', his final work, incomplete at his death, is being republished April 2027 by @nyrb-imprints.bsky.social, in the translation by Ann Goldstein, with a new introduction by André Naffis-Sahely.

Cover of forthcoming NYRB Classics edition of Petrolio by Pier Paolo Pasolini

David Hayden@seventydys· Apr 28

We made it work, because we had money. Penelope Mortimer, from ‘The Pumpkin Eater’

The tower was finished. When we went there it looked bleak and foolish, like a monument to a disgraced hero, a folly built for some cancelled celebration. However, we dutifully filled it with furniture, with kittens that the children had found in a hedge. We made it work, because we had money. At home, in the shabby, dying house that my father had set us up in, the past was never entirely forgotten. In the tower there was only the future. We abandoned it, saying we would return in the summer. In the meantime we employed women to keep it clean, as one might employ cleaners for a sepulchre in which one hopes to rest, at some distant date, in peace.

David Hayden@seventydys· Apr 25

The stillness of everything James Salter, from ‘Akhnilo’

Outside, the trees were like black reflections. The stars were hidden. The only galaxies were the insect voices that filled the night. He stared from the open window. He was still not sure if he had heard anything. The leaves of the immense beech that overhung the rear porch were close enough to touch. For what seemed a long time he examined the shadowy area around the trunk. The stillness of everything made him feel visible but also strangely receptive. His eyes drifted from one thing to another behind the house, the pale Corinthian columns of the arbor next door, the mysterious hedge, the garage with its rotting sills.
Nothing.

David Hayden@seventydys· Apr 23

we find our way back David Malouf, ‘At Deception Bay’

At Deception Bay
The sun plenipotentiary in Capricorn, bay water
jangles its bells. Stunned to a torpor on the sour-salt sunstruck surface of noon, ghostly mud crabs
rise to meet their image in the sun, bubbles burst, each one a star, a gaseous world poured out of the Coalsack as we tumble towards winter
- the middle of our year. Summer goes. Almost un-noticed
its burning down, the slow burning out of atoms like galaxies
in us. I come back here after twenty years, and no particle of me
but has suffered change. I am
not the same - though nothing changes here: wood rots in the softwood pier, cyclones carry
salt into foreshore gardens, into nail-holes and the nails go brittle, blacken, snap. We are renewed. On a whitewood door-frame pencil marks measure inch by inch
how we grow away, but not by what sideways steps and indirections we find our way back. In the dinghy's shadow deep under our keel, old stalk-eyes
shift in their carapace, the planets wink, the sea's meniscus swells. An ox-bone swarming with worms, each one a galaxy,
glitters like the moon, and mud crabs - heavy, slow, ecstatic in their season - climb. Their end is certain. Under the moon, under the knuckle, my long skull falls
balding through centuries. And the ox-bone
shines, singing of space, the pale sun wintering in Cancer, a new star explodes out of the net.

David Hayden@seventydys· Apr 23

remember the pleasure Frank O’Hara, ‘Lines to a Depressed Friend’

LINES TO A DEPRESSED FRIEND
Joyous you should be,
of all things sweet the most constant and most pure, eager for what might be obtained—
Luck and life and hideous certainty preventing, ease and certainty inclining to neglect, so that real world, blue in the eye! this umber sky about us drowns. And where emptiness appears bounding along, of
unrest the most diligent athlete and keenest mate, remember the pleasure, even there, your beauty affords.

David Hayden@seventydys· Apr 22

their slender means J.H. Prynne, ‘Against Hurt’

Against Hurt
Endowed with so much
suffering, they should be / and that they are so—the pain in the head
which applies to me and the clouds low over the horizon: soon it will be dark
We love the brief night, for its quick passing, the relative ease as we slide into comfort and
the trees grow and grow. I can hear
every smallest growth
the expanse is grinding with it, out on the flats beyond, down by the sodium street-lights, in the head: pain, the hurt to these who are all
companions. Serenity is their slender means.
There is not much time
left. I love them all, severally and in the largest honour that there is.
Now and with the least hurt, this is for you.

David Hayden@seventydys· Apr 19

between its lines Tove Ditlevsen, ‘Girlfriends’, tr Sophia Hersi Smith and Jennifer Russell

Girlfriends
The soft-spoken friendship between women is made of wistful reminiscing, is made of crisp, yellow confessions traced absently in sunlit dust.
It lives near children and must disguise its distinct nature and scent a little.
Under the table and linen and teacups it hides a sweetness no one may see.
Close to a kitchen, a striking clock, and close to the husband's taut net of veins, close to the husband himself, his heartbeat, his deep-rooted expectation day and night -
this friendship, ardent and unspoken, can only vibrate like a poem carrying between its lines a want the poet has never called by name.

David Hayden@seventydys· Apr 18

all forgotten Samuel Beckett, from ‘Mercier and Camier’

What is that cross? said Camier.
There they go again.
Planted in the bog, not far from the road, but too far for the inscription to be visible, a plain cross stood.
I once knew, said Mercier, but no longer.
I too once knew, said Camier, I'm almost sure.
But he was not quite sure.
It was the grave of a nationalist, brought here in the night by the enemy and executed, or perhaps only the corpse brought here, to be dumped. He was buried long after, with a minimum of formality. His name was Masse, perhaps Massey. No great store was set by him now, in patriotic circles. It was true he had done little for the cause. But he still had this monument. All that, and no doubt much more, Mercier and perhaps Camier had once known, and all forgotten.
How aggravating, said Camier.
Would you like to go and look? said Mercier.
And you? said Camier.
As you please, said Mercier.

Memorial to Noel Lemass, with the original cross, near Glassamucky Mountain, Dublin/Wicklow border.

David Hayden@seventydys· Apr 17

It’s 50 years since Renata Adler’s incomparable novel ‘Speedboat’ was published: illuminative and dangerous as a lightning strike, bitingly funny, caustically insightful and marvellously stylish. Pub in US @nyrb-imprints.bsky.social, just reissued @wnbooks.bsky.social with intro by Hilton Als.

My tatty 1976 hardcover of Renata Adler’s Speedboat.

2026 paperback reissue of Adler’s Speedboat.

David Hayden@seventydys· Apr 12

Enrico Terrinoni’s Italian translation of Alasdair Gray’s great novel Lanark, published by Safarà Editore. On display at La Feltrinelli bookshop in Pisa.

David Hayden@seventydys· Apr 12

The Long Gaze Back from 2011, edited @sineadgleeson.bsky.social reshaped the Irish literary canon, asserting in their rightful place a great cohort of women writers. Recently reprinted @newislandbooks.bsky.social.

The Long Gaze Back: An Anthology of Irish Women Writers. The collection's title is borrowed from Maeve Brennan, whose story 'The Eldest Child' is included here.

Elizabeth Bowen, Maeve Brennan, Niamh Boyce, Evelyn Conlon, Mary Costello, June Caldwell, Lucy Caldwell, Anne Devlin, Christine Dwyer Hickey, Maria Edgeworth, Anne Enright, Norah Hoult, Mary Lavin, Siobhán Mannion, Molly McCloskey, Eimear McBride, Bernie McGill, Lisa Mçlnerney, Belinda McKeon, Lia Mills, Nuala Ní Chonchúir, Éilís Ní Dhuibhne, Kate O'Brien, Roisín O'Donnell, E. M. Reapy, Charlotte Riddell, Eimear Ryan, Anakana Schofield, Somerville & Ross and Susan Stairs.

David Hayden@seventydys· Apr 11

purely by chance Adam Ehrlich Sachs, from ‘Unrest’

David Hayden@seventydys· Apr 10