Although screenshots of Google’s autocomplete search suggestions are posted across the web as hilarious glimpses of the curiosities of the digital masses (or sometimes just as found poetry), the results of these searches aren’t the same for every user.
‘Well you see like a woman has a few things going for her, not very many but she has a few things going for her and one of them is uh, dare I mention it, a clit-clitoris and uh, whooo, a clitoris, yes.’
What’re the beleaguered folks at Coach House reading this month to stave off bad feelings as the sun begins to set earlier?
See what leafy sheets the Coach House crew have been tucked between this October.
The holiday season is in full swing here at Coach House. Along with free shipping and personalized gift wrapping, this means our crack Holiday Response Unit is here to ease the twin burdens of obligatory gift giving and indecisiveness.
Here’s a particularly inspiring display of gift-giving dexterity from our very own Kate Barss.
From the loss of beloved poets and artists to a jarring political landscape to a few days below freezing, we had no shortage of excuses not to leave our homes this November. Instead, we read.
Maxime Raymond Bock, author of Baloney, on drinking too much coffee and the difficulty of choosing a translated title.
The Coach House March newsletter, presented here for the email-inhibited and email-deficient masses.