This is one of the texts in The Library, a multilayered book by David Schulz exploring memory and creating a remembrance of his father through the lens of annotated books from his father’s collection. The book is a softcover quarto published in 2019 by Light Rail Works—Schulz’s own imprint—in an edition of one hundred. Within the book, there are three categories of texts: images of pages from Schulz’s father’s library along with ephemera found tucked into books (e.g., receipts); Schulz’s own responses to those items and content; and more free-form reflections by Schulz. The above quote is from the second category—a response to a text from Illuminations, a collection...

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