COME IN,
PULL UP A
CHAIR.
Welcome to Estante — a personal catalog of every four-color hero I've kept on the shelf since '62. Mind the carbon paper, the coffee's still hot, and the inkers are out at lunch. This is the room where the books get pulled, polybagged, and filed. You're welcome to stay a while.
A Short Note — What Estante Is, And Isn't.
Estante began in a single longbox in March of 1962, propped beside the desk you're looking at. It was meant to keep twelve books in order; today it keeps a hundred and eighty-one. Same desk. Same idea.
We're not a shop. We do not sell back issues. Never have. Never will.
We are not graders, and we are not historians. We are readers — the kind who keep a polybag in one hand and a cup of cold coffee in the other.
What you'll find on the catalog is everything I've personally pulled, read, and filed, in the order I filed it. The covers are scanned by hand. The notes are typed on this Olivetti. The errors are mine.
If you spot a wrong issue number, a missing creator, or a publisher I've misremembered, write me a letter — honest paper, please, no telegrams — and I'll fix it in the next edition.
A Short History
A single waxed cardboard box, twelve books, a notebook of titles and issue numbers in pencil.
First proper catalog — typed, mimeographed, stapled. Mailed to four cousins. Indexed by hand.
Readers wrote in with corrections, trades, and arguments. The first errata sheet ran nine pages.
Catalog moves to the back office computer. Cover scans replace pencil sketches. Olivetti retired (mostly).
181 issues filed, polybagged, and loved. Same office, same coffee. Letters still welcome.
The Bullpen.
Three rooms, four desks, one shared ashtray. Everyone here pulls a longbox, reads on lunch, and writes the catalog by hand before it gets typed up.How a Book Gets Into the Catalog.
Four Steps · No Shortcuts · No ExceptionsWrite Us a Letter.
Letters page still runs every issue. Postcards, corrections, and arguments all welcome — as long as they're on real paper and stamped properly.




