How D.H. Lawrence Came to be at The Rosenbach, with a Deep Dive into Lawrence’s Big Old Dumpster of Problematic

I had always thought of D.H Lawrence as a writer of moldy-smelling novels you would find in your uncle’s garage by a stack of Horizon magazines and a can of paint thinner, ones whose cover might feature a lady in a wicker chair by a potted plant wearing only a silk scarf. But because Lawrence …

Edward Burne-Jones (Sort Of) Illustrates The Kelmscott Chaucer

Leaving aside his other manifold accomplishments, let’s look at William Morris at the moment that the Renaissance man and Victorian gadfly became a printer. This was 1891, when Morris was fifty-five. Between 1891 and 1896, Morris’s press, the Kelmscott—named for his home in Oxfordshire—printed sixty-six books. The books are collector’s items, famous for their beauty …