This document contains excerpts from the book "The Name of this Book is Secret" by Pseudonymous Bosch. It discusses synesthesia, a condition where the senses are confused. One character, Benjamin Blake, experiences synesthesia and sees letters, numbers, and sounds as having color. The excerpts describe Benjamin's art winning a prize and two strangers taking him from school. A postscript provides context about the book and why it was chosen for a typography project.

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4. The Name of this Book
is Secret
The Secret Series
Book 1
Pseudonymous Bosch

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“Shh!” Cass put her finger to her lips, stopping him mid-sentence. “Look at
Benjamin Blake — ”
A pale boy with big staring eyes — Benjamin Blake — stood downwind of
them, nose in the air, concentrating hard.
“You think he’s smelling the licorice or the peanut butter?” whispered Cass.
“How could you tell?” Max-Ernest whispered back.
“I don’t know — how could you tell anything about Benjamin Blake?”
Benjamin Blake was a continual source of confusion to Cass, indeed to all his
classmates. If they’d included him in their ratings, they might have rated him
spaciest or weirdest. But what was weirdest of all was how grown-ups fawned
on him.
Benjamin had recently won a big art prize. None of the other students could
believe it; judging by the artwork hanging in the school hallway, he couldn’t
even draw a straight line. Nonetheless, there was a picture of him in the
newspaper, and Mrs. Johnson had made an announcement over the PA as if
the prize were some huge historical event. Benjamin got to paint a mural in
their town’s City Hall, and he even got to go to Washington, DC, for an awards
ceremony. After that, all his teachers treated him like he was a movie star or
he’d been elected president.
When Benjamin realized Cass and Max-Ernest were looking at him, he blushed
and mumbled something under his breath.
“What did he say?” asked Cass. “Something about a herd of buffalo?”
“I think he said he heard an oboe,” said Max-Ernest
“You’re joking, right?”
Max-Ernest shook his head “no.”
“That’s weird. He must have been spying when we read the list. I can’t believe
someone so spacey could be so nosy.”
For a second, it looked like Benjamin wanted to say something more. But when
Cass slammed shut the Symphony of Smells case, he turned and walked away.
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Also, and this will become important to my tale, we both had the condition that
is called the “synesthesia” — the confusion of the senses.❊
For people who have the synesthesia, the sounds and the colors and even the
smells are all mixed up in our heads.
When I hear the sound of scraping metal, I see a streak of bright yellow-green
light. Screeching tires are orange-red. Most bells are blue, although when I see the
blue, I don’t hear the bells, I smell the soap.
There was even a certain woman who needed only to say one word and I would
see a dark gray cloud and then feel like I was drowning in the coldest lake on the
Earth — but I am getting ahead of myself. She appears a little later in my history.
If only she never appeared at all!
What was the most helpful for our act was that, for me and for Luciano, the
numbers and the letters they all had the colors. For example, the number 1 was
green, 2 was purple, and 3 was yellow. At the same time, the letter X was red, Y
was gray, and Z was turquoise.❊❊
I can recall the day my brother and I first realized that other people did not see
the letters the way we saw them. We were seven years old and a friend from the
neighborhood she was drawing with us. She kept writing her name over and over
and we kept telling her she was using the wrong colors. I am ashamed to say we
were not very nice about it. Our friend started crying so loudly that our mother
had to come and tell us that our friend could use whatever colors she chose.
❊IF YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW TO PRONOUNCE SYNESTHESIA, IT SOUNDS LIKE
ANESTHESIA, BUT WITH SIN AT THE BEGINNING.
❊❊SEEING LETTERS IN COLOR IS SOMETIMES AUDITION COLORÉE — COLORED
HEARING.
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For most of his life, Benjamin Blake thought he was bad at art — mostly
because he didn’t understand it.
When other kids drew a triangle on top of a square, he didn’t see a house, he
heard the shrill whistle of a train over the dull thud of a rock landing in dirt.
When they drew a circle around two dots and a curling line, he didn’t see a
smiley face, he smelled baking cookies punctuated by two beeps and a low
whine.
To Benjamin, everyone and everything was a unique combination of sound
and color, smell and taste. When he drew, he tried to capture all these different
dimensions of his subjects. But when other kids looked at his drawings all they
saw was a jumbled mess. So Benjamin assumed he wasn’t any better at art than
he was at math or science or Foosball.
Then he took an after-school enrichment class called “Art Out of Bounds.” In
the class, he saw a picture of rocks that someone had stuck in a lake to form a
spiral; the rocks were an example of a kind of art called Earthworks. He also
heard about people who got up on stage and did silly things; they were called
Performance Artists. And he heard about people who just wrote lists of ideas
for art they never made; they were called Conceptual Artists.
It seemed like it would be pretty easy to be an artist if you could do any of
those things.
InArtOutofBounds,studentshadtodothingslikecreateimaginarylanguages
and invent alternatives to gravity. When students wanted to draw or paint or
sculpt or do any normal art things, their teacher — who had long dreadlocks
that bounced up and down when he spoke and made everything he said seem
really important — encouraged the students to make abstract art rather than
try to copy the world around them. “Copies are what Xerox machines are for,”
he said, which was funny because he had just showed them some Xerox art that
didn’t look like a copy of anything.
Benjamin tried explaining that his paintings weren’t abstract, they were copies
of the world as he saw it. But the teacher said that was close to the same thing
and not to worry. After that, Benjamin started painting everything he saw,
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especially music, which was Benjamin’s favorite thing to look at.
Without telling Benjamin, the teacher submitted his work to the Young
Leonardos Contest. Nobody could believe it when Benjamin won first prize,
least of all himself. Not only had he never won a prize before, he’d never even
entered a contest before.
Benjamin liked winning. But it wasn’t easy being a winner.
All of a sudden, everybody wanted to talk to him, and talking was very difficult
for Benjamin. Usually, when he talked, people thought he was crazy. Or else
that he was reciting poetry.
Like those two impressive-looking strangers in the school yard — the Golden
Lady and the Silver Man.
“You have such a wonderful eye. Or should I say, such a wonderful ear?” said
the Golden Lady. “I haven’t seen such a talented young man since, well, since
this man here was a young boy.”
“Oh, but I never painted like that,” said the Silver Man with a self-deprecating
laugh. “This boy is one of a kind. Aren’t you, son?”
But Benjamin couldn’t even muster a proper thank-you. He knew whatever
he’d said must have come out wrong because instead of their smiles feeling
warm, their smiles didn’t feel like anything at all.
Benjamin didn’t like these strangers.
They both had gray voices. Gray was the color of computer voices and recorded
messages. In Benjamin’s experience, when people had gray voices they were
usually lying. But his mother had told him that it wasn’t fair to judge people
by the color of their voices; especially since nobody could see the color except
him.
It was hard to believe that other people didn’t see the strangers’ words curling
like smoke out of their mouths — or was it more like breath on a really frosty
day? — but he tried not to look. Besides, if he just listened to what the strangers
were saying, and not how they were saying it, he had to admit they were being
very friendly.
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They told him they had come to take him to an art camp.
“It’s going to be really fun,” said the Golden Lady. “We have all kinds of unusual
art supplies and there’ll be plenty of other young artists for you to play with.”
Benjamin was relieved they weren’t taking his prize away; for some reason
he thought they might. Nonetheless, this art camp sounded peculiar. Even
Benjamin, who had never been to camp, and who had very little sense of time
or dates or seasons, knew people went to camp during summertime, not during
the school year, and definitely not during school hours. But the strangers were
grown-ups, and therefore he had to listen to them, and they said they had
special permission from Mrs. Johnson, and they promised to bring him back
to school at the end of the day.
As he mulled over what they were saying, he barely noticed that the strangers
were escorting him out of the school’s back gate.
Itwasonlyafterthelimousinepulledawayfromtheschoolthatheremembered
his mother’s other instructions: never get into a car with strangers.
Realizing he’d made a drastic mistake, he looked back at the lost safety of his
school. The gate was still open, and a girl was looking out. It was Cassandra,
the girl with the big pointy ears who for some reason always reminded him of
mint-chip ice cream, kind of chocolaty but mostly minty. Their eyes locked for
a moment and in his thoughts he yelled for help. Unfortunately, as weird as his
brain was, he didn’t seem to be capable of mental telepathy.
One of the strangers put a handkerchief to his face, and then everything went
black.
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The audience had fallen quiet — Dr. L was taking his place on the other side of
the fire. This was what they’d all been waiting for.
“To a baby, there are not five senses but one,” Dr. L announced in a tone that
was part doctor and part priest. “The world is a blur of sight, sound, smell,
taste, touch — and maybe of senses we don’t even know about. As the baby
grows older, the senses separate from each other and forget that they all once
sang the same song.”
As he spoke, Dr. L looked searchingly at his audience, measuring their
reactions, making sure he had everyone’s full attention; it was as if he were still
the circus performer he’d been as a boy. And yet the white smock he wore was
more appropriate for a ritual sacrifice than a magic trick.
“We think of this new adult world as ‘reality.’ But what if it is reality that is lost?
What if the real world were the baby’s world, a world where everything and
everyone were interconnected?” Dr. L paused dramatically, then gestured to a
spot behind the fire. “There are a few; like this boy here, who hold on to that
world, the real real world, well into adulthood.”
Max-Ernest gasped — and Cass covered his lips with her hand.
Dr. L had stepped to the side, allowing the fire to illuminate his young patient.
Benjaminwasstrappedinsideastrangeandintricatecontraptionthatcombined
the most sadistic features of a dentist’s chair with the most lethal elements of
an electric chair. His bald head was restrained at an unnatural angle, and his
closed eyes twitched continuously. A jumbled maze of glass tubing surrounded
him like a long and twisted IV.
He appeared to be asleep — but hardly restful.
“Theseluckypeopleexperiencelifeasarainbowofsensationcalledsynesthesia,”
Dr. L continued. “Their brains are living treasures. For they hold the key to the
Secret we have sought so long.”
As if to illustrate Dr. L’s words, Benjamin trembled violently in his seat. In the
passageway, Cass and Max-Ernest watched, transfixed: it was easy to imagine
that Benjamin’s brain was seeing indescribable things.
“For centuries, we — we followers of the True Science — we have searched for
our so-called Philosopher’s Stone by melting metals or mixing chemicals or
digging in the dirt. We have looked everywhere except the one place we might
have found it — in the mind of the philosopher himself.”
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Postscript
I chose this book for this “Excerpt from a Book” project in my Typography
class because I read it in middle school (probably, if I remember correctly), and
I really loved it. I loved the fantastical and adventurous elements of the story,
and the fact that the protagonists were middle schoolers like I was. Also, since
both of the main characters were very different compared to most other kids,
that helped me to feel like I could belong as well, especially during the socially
challenging time of middle school. The four excerpts I selected from the book
all have to do with synesthesia or confusion of the senses which plays a major
role in the story, and most of the excerpts involve Benjamin Blake, a character
in the story who has synesthesia.
I chose the topic of synesthesia from this book, because when I read this book
all those years ago, I distinctly remember thinking that synesthesia was really
interesting. Back then when I was reading this book, I did a quick Google
search and found out that synesthesia is a real condition, though the story was
fiction. I remember thinking that that was really interesting as well, how the
author used this rare but very interesting and unique condition and developed
an incredible fantastical, adventurous, and mysterious story around it. In
addition to the concept of synesthesia, Benjamin Blake is an artist, which is
another reason why he as a character in this book really strongly resonates with
me, while also serving as robust subject matter for an artistic project such as
this “Excerpt from a Book” project.
- Kitley DeFelice

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Cover Design by Kitley DeFelice, 2020
Book Design by Kitley DeFelice, 2020
This book was designed for the project “Excerpt from a Book” in the class
HER-V 211 Typography taught at the Herron School of Art at Indiana
University Purdue University Indianapolis during the Spring 2020 semester.
The body text of this book is set in Adobe Arabic, 14 point size with 14 point
leading, and approximately 0.125 inches of spacing between paragraphs. Adobe
Arabic was designed by Robert Slimbach and Tim Holloway from Adobe
Originals.
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