While searching for different editions of The Adventures of Odysseus and The Tale of Troy, I came across a copy printed in the mid-nineties. The dust jacket art, taken from an interior illustration of the Trojan Horse, seemed oddly familiar. After studying it for a time, I realized that as a child I had owned the very book I was working with. I called my parents to see if they remembered this. When I brought it up with my father, he confirmed not only that I had owned the book, but that he had also read it during his childhood.
Despite not being alerted by the words of Colum, I immediately recognized Pogany’s illustration. The book’s pictures had given me an experience completely different than the one I had by reading the text exclusively. The book as an object and the book as text had meant completely different things to me at different times.