A collective of bibliophiles talking about books. Book Fox (vulpes libris): small bibliovorous mammal of overactive imagination and uncommonly large bookshop expenses. Habitat: anywhere the rustle of pages can be heard.
It finally feels like Autumn here in the UK: rain and remembrance are with us in equal measure, along with grey skies, lonely penguins and miscellaneous retailers exhorting us to buy early and avoid the Christmas rush/jet away to the sun to avoid Christmas completely/deck your halls with anything that glitters for a total immersion experience/delete whichever does not apply.
Remembrance is, of course, everywhere this year – and indeed for the next four years – and VL will be marking Armistice Day in suitable fashion on the 11th, but apart from that we’re offering up our usual cheerfully eclectic mix straight out of the vulpine grab bag:
Monday: Hilary muses in a random fashion on the excitement of cataloguing libraries.
Tuesday: Moira encounters some poets she’s never even heard of in a new book of First World War poetry.
Wednesday: Simon bangs the drum for Ivy Compton-Burnett.
Thursday: Kirsty M has a very serious think about what John Henry Newman was — and what he was not.
Friday: Is Kirsty D completely beside herself about Karen Joy Fowler’s Booker-nominated novel?
(Photographic credit: A detail from Known Unto God by Mark Stace, reproduced under a Creative Commons Licence.)