Regular readers of this blog (an endangered species, if ever there was one) have probably already figured this out, but for anyone who hasn’t, apparently I have no taste.
I have had to give up any claims to having even a smidgen of taste after reading Simon Garfield’s book, Just My Type. I was going to say it’s an excellent book, full of interesting anecdotes and stories about typographers and typefaces through the ages. But then I got to the last chapter, about what are supposedly the worst fonts in the world. And there I was, laughing away at the blatant examples of other people’s inappropriate uses of unsuitable fonts, when I came across a certain Brush Script…which I just happened to have used for my self-published slim vol, A Modicum of Daftitude.
In my defence, the book is a humorous anthology of some of my past output, so I was in fact using Brush Script, if you like, with irony. Oh, hang on though:
…if, in the twenty-first century, you ever even momentarily considered using Brush Script on any document at all, even in an ironic way, then you should immediately relinquish all claims to taste.
Hmm. That’s from the book itself; my bold, as they say. My bad too, it would seem.
Oh well, anyway, go read the book for yourself–even if it is only ninety-nine per cent excellent.
