Black and grey realism tattoo of a tall tower of books with loose pages flying off, a reader partly hidden behind an open book, across the upper back.

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Tower of books on a upper back

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A tall, uneven stack of hardback books rises up the back, with several books and loose pages tipping or drifting off the top. A figure sits at the base, partly concealed behind an open book, and the spines at the bottom are shaded in fine detail. The piece is rendered in black and grey shading with soft highlights on the stacked covers, set against plain pale skin with a strip of striped fabric visible at the top edge.

Realism Back Book Tower Figure

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The tower had been leaning since March, and Agnes Driscoll had stopped pretending she could fix it. Every morning she came down the cellar steps of Pennick's Books with a mug of tea going cold in one hand and checked the stack beside the boiler, the way a nurse checks a drip. Forty-one hardbacks now, most of them bought by the yard from a house clearance in Todmorden, all of them smelling of someone else's pipe smoke.

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The figure at the bottom was Tobias Wren, who had proofread encyclopaedias for thirty years and moved into the cellar after his flat was sold. He spent his evenings behind an open atlas, reading aloud to the damp, and he would not let her touch the base. 'The foundation is the argument,' he said, peering over the spine. 'Everything above it is commentary.'

One afternoon the boiler kicked on and a loose page lifted from the top of the tower, turned twice in the warm draught, and drifted up the stairwell and out through the grating. Agnes climbed after it into the October light and watched it catch on the railings of the chapel opposite. Then a second page came, and a third, and soon a whole flight of them was blowing over the Tuesday market like pale birds that had forgotten where they were going.

When she got back down, Tobias had turned the atlas to a page of open sea. 'Well,' he said, not looking up. 'Somebody has to read the weather.' She lifted the top book off the tower, opened it at random, and read the first line aloud. The stack held.