Two books explore the stubborn material basis for the act of writing
In the town of Spring Grove, Pennsylvania, set among hills and dairy farms two hours’ drive from Washington, DC, a sulfurous odor hangs in the air. It smells like ten thousand vats of cooking cabbage. It permeates everything.
This is the not-so-sweet smell of paper. Spring Grove is home to one of the Glatfelter company’s paper mills. A fully integrated operation, the mill ingests “roundwood”—logs, trucked in