Charles Bukowski interviews Jon Webb
Tucson, Arizona 6-29-67
sitting in a country store that went broke, sitting at last after getting out Henry Miller’s “Order and Chaos Chez Hans Reichel,” one year’s work, putting the thing together piece by piece, magic by magic, held up by lack of funds and a praying, quivering, shaking 8x12 Chandler & Price, 50 or 60 years old, that fell apart on the last page; sitting there a moment, moulding their next move, hoping there is enough money for a next move are Jon and Louise (Gypsy Lou) Webb, who wrought the miracle of this third book out of LOUJON PRESS—which already has won awards in Typography, Type Direction & Design in TDC’s 13th annual awards show in New York City.
sitting here now behind an abandoned store front of crumbling adobe—they call it their “desert workshop printery”—they are almost broke.
it is Tucson and I am down here now interviewing Jon Webb in 105 heat, and you know that Art can come from anywhere: the center of hot hell and the ghosts of old bean cans. I begin the interview: