Sara Trevisan wrote: > > Also, Eliot worked at Faber & Faber... I've always wondered about that. I wondered about the name of Faber and Faber, for different reasons. When Geoffrey Faber and the Gwyers decided to go their own ways again the firm of Faber and Faber was created. I never heard anything about the non-Geoffrey Faber though. There was a reason for that (no, not a mad brother kept locked in the basement.) This is the reason the Faber and Faber website gives: Faber and Faber began as a firm in 1929, but its roots go back further to The Scientific Press, founded in the early years of the century. This last firm was owned by Sir Maurice and Lady Gwyer and derived much of its income from the weekly magazine The Nursing Mirror. Their desire to expand into trade publishing led them to Geoffrey Faber, a fellow of All Souls College, Oxford, and Faber and Gwyer was founded in 1925. After four years, The Nursing Mirror was sold and Geoffrey Faber and the Gwyers agreed to go their separate ways. Searching for a name with a ring of respectability, Geoffrey hit on the name Faber and Faber, although there was only ever one of him. http://www.faber.co.uk/faberandfaber/index.shtml Regards, Rick Parker P.S. Today I had an amusing ironic incident. I entered the old portion of the Boston Public Library. Names of authors and artists were engraved on the outside walls. The steps leading up to the library also lead down toward Copley Square and Richardson's Trinity Church. I went up the central staircase with the two large lions representing two Massachusetts Civil War regiments. At the top of the stairwell are murals with classical themes and getting off the stairs I faced another large mural, done by Sargent I believe. I took a little diversion to view a bust of Henry James, a large silver lantern to memorialize the start of the Revolutionary War and the room with the dozen Pre-Raphaelite murals about the quest for the Holy Grail. I turned around to go into the reading room at the end of the corridor. The room was sparse with large wooden tables and a marble floor. Out the windows I could see another of Boston's Back Bay impressive stone churches. I sat at the table facing the marble fireplace. Three feet in back of me, along the wall, were stacks of books -- all auto repair manuals!