My grandfather used to have his bedtime stories told to him, on very special occasions, by Marcel Duchamp (he was a friend and frequent houseguest of my great grandfather Harold, who headed up the Manhattan Chess Club in the 1910s—I am making a chart). Now we have a book cover by MD that I have found is floating around the family, a pink felt monstrosity with a big stuffed woman’s breast on the front and the words Prière de toucher (Please Touch). It looks like this and it is my new life quest to track it down and possess it. Or at least just cop a feel.
