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Saturday, March 17, 2012

Step Gently Out

In order to counteract my sudden, depressing thought that good books sailing out into the world are riding the roiling waves under a gray, many-shaded Niagara of fanfiction and ephemeral rubbish, I offer this little book trailer--temptation to buy lovely pictures by Rick Lieder with a poem by Helen Frost.

Rick Lieder, photographer, and Helen Frost, poet--

Step Gently Out | A nature picture book for all ages from Step Gently Out on Vimeo.


  1. Oh, how wonderful.
    Thank you for sharing this. Will definitely investigate further.

  2. It is definitely your kind of thing, zephyr!

  3. Good grief, how depressing! What does that say about our society along with the politics?

    The video poem is balm. I need to find a place like that right now, away from the banging of the roofers on one side and the construction zone on the other. Where the sun is shining too. Sigh.

  4. Marja-Leena, not sure I can answer that question without asking more.

    The idea of taste as a public good is dead?

    That colleges who jettisoned the canon (so many dead white males like that guy Shakespeare) and taught toward pop culture led our children down the smooth and easy road to hell?

    Or maybe that there never have been many people who cared about high art of any kind?

    Or that all the barriers to praising junk are now demolished so that people yack endlessly about work that their parents and grandparents might have felt ashamed to like, and certainly would not have discussed?


    Yes, I think that is the best book trailer I've ever seen. So many of them make me not want to read the book at all.

  5. Thanks so much for sharing this, Marly. I had a lot of fun with that trailer!

  6. Hi Rick--

    I can tell! So glad to see some of your photographs inside a book (instead of on a commissioned jacket, though that's nice too in another way.)


Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.