From the New Yorker, July 26 1947, an opinion piece on Kafka along side some lovely old adverts. Found folded neatly in a book about German bridges.
This blog is a project run by a secondhand English language bookshop in the Baltics. Here we will be posting about the stranger books we receive and archiving the odd ephemera we find in them. Such as photographs and hand-written notes, interesting typography and design, old tickets and faded letters.