Last week, a friend told me all about Moleskine (pronounced mol-a-skeen'-a) notebooks and how amazing they are. After a good amount of talking the brand up, I expected the journals to be covered in jewels or for the paper to have gold specks in it; you know, something flashy and exciting, something that would warrant the raves. I was amused when I saw that they're basic, average little black journals. Upon first glance, there didn't seem to be anything special about them. What was all the fuss about?
After I bought one, I understood.
Moleskine notebooks are the perfect size to keep in a bag or purse and great for writing down those fleeting profound thoughts, sketching something beautiful, or capturing impressions. They’re all handmade, have an elastic outer band that keeps them closed, an inside pocket and ribbon bookmark. You can get them with or without lines, but black covers are the coolest.
Legend has it that Van Gogh, Picasso and Hemingway all used these unassuming journals. That’s reason enough for me to be a loyal Moleskine notebook purchaser. They’re now available at Barnes and Noble, but in the 19th Century they were only available at little stationary stores in Paris. In 1986, the last manufacturer of Moleskine stopped making the books. It wasn’t until twelve years later that they started being produced again, by a small Milanese publisher.
They’re a bit pricey (my little notebook cost sixteen bucks), but hey. I’m ready to write the next Great American Novel.