A pair of spectacles is rather like a g

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“Figure
3 (1-8) shows the evolution of the lower-case g from the Roman
original. 9-11 are comic modern varieties having more relation to pairs
of spectacles than to lettering—as though the designer had said: A pair
of spectacles is rather like a g; I will make a g rather like a pair of
spectacles.”

 —Eric Gill, An Essay on Typography, 1936.

When is an A not an A?

EricGillAAARRRx500.jpg“Everybody thinks that he knows an A when he sees it; but only the few
extraordinary rational minds can distinguish between a good one & a
bad one, or can demonstrate precisely what constitutes A-ness. When is
an A not an A? Or when is an R not an R? It is clear that for any
letter there is some sort of norm. To discover this norm is obviously
the first thing to be done.”

—Eric Gill, An Essay On Typography, 1936.

a luxury market

“The traditional use of red for the commentary and ritual directions in ecclesiastical books and for the initial letters of more important passages is a reliable precedent where the customer is able to pay for it. At the present time only a few rich enthusiasts are prepared for such expense, with the consequence that such rubricating is only done in books printed for what may be called a luxury market.”

—Eric Gill, An Essay On Typography, 1936.

[T]he business of printed lettering

“[T]he business of printed lettering has, under the spur of commercial competition, got altogether out of hand and gone mad. There are now about as many different varieties of letters as there are different kinds of fools. I myself am responsible for designing five different sorts of sans-serif letters—each one thicker and fatter than the last because every advertisement has to try and shout down its neighbors.”

—Eric Gill, An Essay On Typography, 1936.

a curious mixture of azure and mother-of-pearl

“The long a of the English alphabet (and it is this alphabet I have in mind farther on unless otherwise stated) has for me the tint of weathered wood, but a French a evokes polished ebony. This black group also includes hard g (vulcanized rubber) and r (a sooty bag being ripped). Oatmeal n, noodle-limp l, and the ivory-backed hand mirror of o take care of the whites. I am puzzled by my French on which I see as the brimming tension-surface of alcohol in a small glass. Passing on to the blue group, there is steely x, thundercloud z, and huckleberry k. Since a subtle interaction exists between sound and shape, I see q as browner than k, while s is not the light blue of c, but a curious mixture of azure and mother-of-pearl.”

—Vladimir Nabokov, describing his synesthesia in Speak, Memory!, 1966; quoted by Cretian van Campen in The Hidden Sense: Synesthesia in Art and Science, 2007.

The colors are inside our brains

“A mysterious aspect of color is that it is created in the brain and seen to exist in the physical environment. But the physical environment contains only light waves and is in fact colorless. The colors are inside our brains, not outside.”


—Cretian van Campen, The Hidden Sense: Synesthesia in Art and Science, 2007.

HIGH PRIORITY

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seeing letters in color

“[T]he most commonly reported type of synesthesia is hearing or seeing letters in color. Vowels, and often consonants, too, have very specific—and fixed—colors for the synesthetes who see letters in color. For the synesthete Katinka Regtien, for example, the vowel E is not simply red but a specific translucent red with a hint of orange. . . .

    For the synesthetes who see colored letters, the colors normally remain the same throughout their lifetime, though older synesthetes recount that the colors sometimes become paler in their later years. . . . The colors are so obvious to them that young synesthetes believe that everyone sees letters in color; many synesthetes only discover later that this is not the case.”

—Cretian van Campen, The Hidden Sense: Synesthesia in Art and Science, 2007.

the Glass Bead Game

“[The] rules, the sign language and grammar of the Game, constitute a kind of highly developed secret language drawing upon several sciences and arts, but especially mathematics and music (and/or musicology), and capable of expressing and establishing interrelationships between the content and conclusions of nearly all scholarly disciplines. The Glass Bead Game is thus a mode of playing with the total contents and values of our culture; it plays them as, say, in the great age of the arts a painter might have played with the colors on his palette. All the insights, noble thoughts, and works of art that the human race has produced in its creative eras, all that subsequent periods of scholarly study have reduced to concepts and converted into intellectual property—on all this immense body of intellectual values the Glass Bead Game player plays like the organist on an organ.”

—Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game (Magister Ludi), 1943.

A River Runs Through It: Death on the Installment Plan

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ideal typographic color is an even grey that can be better seen
when you
slightly squint your eyes at a page of type. Typographic rivers are, of
course, the vertical ribbons of white space that sometimes appear by
happenstance in a column of type. They are hell on typographic color.
Rivers are most common in newspapers, which often have narrow columns
and tight deadline. The problem with rivers is that they draw your
attention away from the line of type that you were trying to read,
breaking your attention to the text. Call me silly, but I am
thinking that this post might be the first in a series that pays
respect to some of the great typographic rivers, a series I might call I’ve Known Rivers, Rivers I Have Known, or A River Runs Through It. I’m not sure what, but definitely a river pun.
    We’re starting with a good one, a doozie even: pages 560 and 561
of the 1966 english translation of Louis-Ferdinand Céline’s second novel, Death on the Installment Plan.
In the course of these childhood memoirs Céline comes to rely more and
more on the use of ellipsis, or suspension points, to capture the
actual process of thought and experience, an experiment that he
continued with increasing intensity for the rest of his career, to the
dismal of his book designers, and perhaps even a large percentage of
his readers. But Céline was a genius! You could definitely argue that
his disruptive rivers are appropriate here, that they add emphasis to
the violent and deliberately shocking text in the same way that
futurist F.T. Marinetti’s concrete poetry described the violence of a
modern battlefield. Bravo Céline! This A River Runs Though It moment is
for you!

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