Bookbinding

In the last two weeks, I made two books. The first one was a quick, blank notebook using bits and pieces. The second one was a case-bound novel with one major mistake. First, the blank notebook. The base for the cover is a file cut to size. On the cover, I pasted a variety of bookboards left over from other projects. These boards were also partly plastic & paper files or folders, and partly real bookboards. Then I added a piece of string just offset the squarish files.

The whole book was coptic-bound with 96 pages. I used US letter-sized paper (it’s wider and shorter than A4; 8.5 x 11 inches or 216 x 279 mm vs 210 x 297 mm or 8.29 x 11.69 inches). Why? Because, really, honestly, about 20 years ago, I bought five reams of US letter paper for a project that consumed only two reams. Why five reams? Because that’s the smallest amount the store would special order for me, and I thought I’d probably use it. Eventually. I still have three reams minus 24 pages.

The second book was my novel, Molly Bright. About 250 pages, case-bound, B6-size paper, and one major mistake. Because it is B6, I needed to print A3 to fit the entire book. I don’t have a printer that can handle A3 (it barely handles A4). I printed everything on B5 paper: the front cover (with the title on the lower third); the back cover (with the Tedorigawa Bookmakers logo on lower than the lower third); and the spine (with my name at the top, Molly Bright in the middle (sideways), and TDGB on the bottom). 

The front and back are purple with the words in black. The spine is off-white, close to off-yellow, with the words in black. I glued the covers on the bookboard first, then glued the spine over the book and the covers. It came out looking nice. I also added quick and dirty end bands (the purple cloth folded over a piece of twine.

Naturally, with great caution, I test-printed everything. Especially the spine. Once everything was looking good, I printed everything on the bookcloth. I glued on the covers. So far, so good. I glued on the spine piece. So far, so good. I turned it over to smooth everything down. And there it was: the major mistake.

The first letter of Molly Bright was 75% covered by the spine; only a vertical line of the M showed. Heartbreak. But I immediately tried to think of a solution. I practiced writing the M with a small magic marker, an ink pen, and a pencil. I practiced on the same fabric as the spine piece. But in the end, I let the mistake stand. And sent it off to a friend.

Fiction

Also, in the last two weeks or so, I wrote two short stories (of about 20 ~ 30 pages). While I should have been finished Caraculiambro and Growing Slurry.

The first one is called Snow Country. Three work-at-home females who weave cloth on hand looms and knit sweaters and caps during the day start their day with a Zoom call. During the call, they tell each other ghost stories with ambiguous endings so that they have something to think about during the day as they weave or knit. 

The second one is called Oh, That’s Good, No, That’s Bad. A man has a bully. (that’s bad) He makes a decision (that’s good). He decides to kill the bully (that’s bad). He needs to buy an unregistered, unmarked gun. He goes to a sleazy bar. (bad) He makes a friend (good). He gets beaten up. (bad) He ends up in the hospital. He meets two nice doctors who are married to each other (good). He falls in love (bad). The woman agrees to date him (good). On a date, they run into his bully at a nice restaurant (good). The bully is nice to the woman, whom he knows from a charity he works with (good) and the man (also good).  The man says he no longer wants to kill the bully (good). The woman admits her husband is a bully, and she wants to kill him (bad). 

The title and the premise come from a 1967 song by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs titled Oh, That’s Good, No, That’s Bad. Sam, aka Domingo Samudio, is still with us at 88 years old. The songs vacillates between good and bad happenings in a man’s life (hit by a car, gets money, spends money on hospital, limps, gets a job in TV, horse falls on him, goes to hospital, meets a nurse, nurse’s husband is the guy’s doctor, operates on the wrong leg).

I sort of took that premise. Plus, the characters in my short story are named after the Pharaohs and the Shamettes (Sam’s back-up singers). The bully wears wool. Why? Because Sam the Sham and The Pharaohs’ biggest and first hit was Wooly Bully released in 1964, got to number 2 on the Billboard charts (kept off number 1 by the Dixie Cups and their Chapel of Love) and stayed on the chart for 18 weeks (longer than any song that didn’t get to number 1 until 2000). 1964 was the year the Beatles, remember them? had six number one hits.

Video

No video again this time, sorry. But you can look at my back catalogue, i.e. videos I’ve put up before. Kind of catch up, if you want.