
Oluwatoyin Vincent Adepoju
Comparative Cognitive Processes and Systems
Exploring Every Corner of the Cosmos in Search of Knowledge
Abstract
A presentation of an opening initiative in an aspiration to contribute to a renaissance of African publishing of serious non-fiction and the bibliophilic history, a personal history with books, inspiring this goal.
The main essay describes the publishing initiative. The interspersed images and their accompanying commentary constitute the bibliophilic autobiography.
Encountering Kant
I looked back at my history as a publisher addressing the paucity of textbooks in the context of the Department of English and Literature, University of Benin, where I lectured from my BA graduation till 2002, as different from the breadth of access to books in my undergraduate days when the Nigerian currency was stronger, to my later arriving in England into an environment awash with books, to my current focus on self publishing online, particularly on social media, and returning to Nigeria more than a decade after I left to meet what seems to be the same situation of lack but ameliorated by the information scope of the Internet, even as one is confronted with a shrinking of bookshops and libraries and a tension between existential needs and education as both leisure and necessity.
Not too much to ask, is it? It was in 1935 when Allen Lane, Managing Director of Bodley Head Publishers, stood on a platform at Exeter railway station looking for something good to read on his journey back to London. His choice was limited to popular magazines and poor-quality paperbacks, the same choice faced every day by the vast majority of readers, few of whom could afford hardbacks. Lane's disappointment and subsequent anger at the range of books generally available led him to found a company-and change the world.
''We believed in the existence in this country of a vast reading public for intelligent books at a low price and staked everything on it.''
Sir Allen Lane, 1902-1970, founder of Penguin Books
The quality paperback had arrived-and not just in bookshops. Lane was adamant that his Penguins should appear in chain stores and tobacconists, and should cost no more than a pack of cigarettes.
Reading habits (and cigarette prices) have changed since 1935, but Penguin still believes in publishing the best books for everybody to enjoy. We still believe that good design costs no more than bad design, and we still believe that quality books published passionately and responsibly make the world a better place.

So
wherever you see the little bird [ the Penguin logo]-whether it's on a piece of prize-winning
literary fiction or a celebrity autobiography, political tour de force or
historical masterpiece, a serial-killer thriller, reference book, world classic
or a piece of pure escapism-you can bet that it represents the very best that
the genre has to offer.
Whatever you like to read-trust Penguin.
For me, in addition to such outlets as drug stores, bookstores displayed on surfaces spread on nothing but ground in such public transport intersections as Ikeja Under Bridge, in general interest book stores attransporation hubs as Ojuelegba in Lagos and Ring Road in Benin, to university bookshops and high end booksrtores in Ikoyi and Victoria Island, Lagos, I would add the highways and byways of the Internet, from online selling platforms to social media, those digital nexus where the world congregates to have fun, learn, buy and sell.
Encountering Kant
'' Am I occupying the same space as the other users of the library?'' I asked
myself, as I returned to awareness of myself and my environment after reading,
for the first time, Kant's exposition on the Sublime in his Critique
of Judgement, in the final year of my BA, in
the Ugbowo library of the University of Benin.
On reading those passages, I lost perception of my material environment. I seemed to
exist only as pure consciousness, a sweep of awareness in a zoneless
state, a vast landscape of no coordinates, only intense being.
I eventually referenced those Kantian passages in my final year thesis, but realized I did not
fully understand them. Fourteen years later, assigned the same passages at my
MA at the University of London, I realized I still did not fully understand
them. Today, more than thirty years after that first encounter, I realize I
still dont fully comprehend them. It will require careful, possibly daily study, for a period, for me to adequately
grasp the inimitable master.
Reading has become an exoteric, democratic
activity, states Herman Hesse, but its esoteric core remains intact,
palpitating within the sunshine of full exposure of its outward expression
while its penetralia remains concealed.
Breaking the silence of an ancient pond
a frog jumps into water
a deep resonance.
My favourite poem.
How does one explain Japanese poet Matsuo Basho's frog haiku to a person
unacquainted with Japanese aesthetics of the relationship between the
evanescent, the everyday and the sublime, as Sen Rikyu's design of his garden at Sakai, so that as
a person passes by the washing bowl on their way to the tea room, they will be
confronted with the sight of the sea, and perhaps be provoked into reflection
on the relationship between the bowl of water and the ocean and, thus,
between themselves and the cosmos?