Stop me if you've heard this one before.
The first book I ever read about typography was Ruari McLean's Manual of Typography. There wasn't much to choose from back then; the dark art of typographic practice was still the bastion of The Typesetter, who kept his secrets tucked securely up his jumper. The book was pretty good but, if I remember it correctly, a bit dry. When I finished it, I was a bit dispondent. I wanted to be a typographer but Ruari explained that the typographer's role was a subservient one. In service to the designer or art director.
I didn't really like that. At the time, that is what I was. But I just didn't like it.
And then, by chance, at a secondhand book fair, I happened upon a modest looking paperback volume called "Basic Typography" by some bloke called John R Biggs. It was a bit ugly on the outside, but like I said, there wasn't much around really and well, it was about typography. I snapped it up.
Now I have the utmost respect for McLean - he worked with Tschichold, he knew his stuff - but Biggsy; Biggsy, was an inspiration! There was none of that "in service to whoever", instead it was a powerhouse of typotrickery. Just what I needed. And that's why, although he's perhaps a lesser known champion of his subject, to me JRB is a hero.
Imagine then, the thrill of glancing across a table of encyclopedia's in the War on Want bookshop to see this beauty staring back at me. Shouldering an old lady out of the way, I darted across and grabbed it before anyone else could. (Well, you never know, she might have been a typographer).
All mine. £1.