Or, something gorgeous this way comes, in the shape of my author’s copies of Les Chants de la Terre, from my French publisher Bragelonne.
I don’t know if you can make it out in the picture, but the title is embossed, with a touch of electric-blue foil on the twiddly bits. That electric-blue foil continues inside, onto the binding of the book itself, echoing the eagle motif and the curlicues from the UK trade paperback. It’s one of the loveliest hardbacks I think I’ve ever seen.
Messieurs de Bragelonne, merci beaucoup. Je pense que je pourrais être en amour.
