Women Latin Poets is finally leaving the Deep North, and shuffling off to Oxford to be born, after unspeakable labours — finally the index is indexed (the start of the fictitious index obsession), the text proofread, reproofread by the Professor, neurotically spot checked — it’s no use, there will be things wrong with it. There always are. But a halt has been called, finally, I have put the damn thing in a box and sealed it up with parcel tape.
Meanwhile, and in pleasing symmetry, the Idea of North has made its appearance, reminding us that books once edited and tidied can really be very nice (though frankly I repose more trust in the team at Reaktion than at OUP). It is a handsome thing, and has already had a good review in Scotland on Sunday.