Welcome to the NEW MORAN PRESS. Like everyone else in the world, The Covid Pandemic changed everything. It forced me as a small business owner to reimagine every aspect of my process to adjust to the new stark paradigm.
The pandemic cancelled live events for a long while and impacted everything about how small business is done. I re-focused on my core processes and in some cases - completely changed how I did everything. Over a span of the last 18 months, I've learned the process of making HARD COVER BOOKS BY HAND.
Yes, I can make my own hardcover books by hand. This has been a lifelong goal that somehow got spurred into action by pandemic. Life can move in mysterious ways.
I spend the last 18 months learning all parts of the bookmaking process - from interior layout and cover design, to sewing the signatures, and gluing covers together. It's been an incredible journey that somehow ended up here - with me handmaking books with my two hands.
I sew/bind/make these books with warm hugs and coffee, lots of coffee.
In the next couple days, I'll have information about the first official HARDCOVER EXCLUSIVE TITLE RELEASE from Gabriel Ricard. You'll only be able to get this title as a HAND SEWN HARDCOVER. Be sure to watch for that exciting post.
Thank you to all the readers for staying with Moran Press during these trying and unprecedented times. I hope you check out the HAND MADE BOOKS in the store. Let me sew you the world!!!!
I'm off to sew books, hopefully one for you.
Stephen Moran Owner of Moran Press
HAND SEWN HARDCOVER EDITION OF SERVER
$50.00 - $75.00
Hand Sewn Hardcover Edition of SERVER
100% Made from Scratch
Hand Cut Paper
Hand Sanded Edges
Hand sewn signature Text Block
Hand cut case cover wrap
Like nothing else you can buy in a bookstore.
Comes with a hand sewn pocket sized
hardcover blank book FREE
Here's the description for SERVER
Scott Holden lives two lives. In one, he waits tables, enduring an unending siege of abuse from customers, co-workers, and bosses. Invisible to them, he also feels like there's a target on his back.
In the other, Scott is a writer during furloughs from his working-class nightmare. But the line between his work identity and his artistic one is blurring under the strain.
Is his life filling his fiction with violent daydreams or is his writing fueling the real-life desperation and darkness in his soul?