and then I have something else to write about

We bought this place in Sept. 2013 after living in it as a rental since Sept. 2009 - the whole time we were renting it my wife and I would have conversations about "if we would ever own this place, we would..." Well, after putting a stairwell up into the attic and finishing that space, we tackled our front porch which my wife always to enclose and use the room as a mudroom/an office for me. We started that project in Nov. 2014 and it was finished yesterday. I have begun to take ownership of the space. 7 book shelves, my desk, computers, printers and scanners. Wires and cords and stacks of little pieces of paper AND hundreds and hundreds of books.

wow

great quote

“ It’s it strange what happens with old books? They choose you. They reach out to their buyers – Hello, here I am, take me with you. It’s as if they were alive.” From The Nautical Chart by Arturo Perez-Reverte Page 53

Some books should be electronic, I suppose

case in point : Small-Town Restaurants in Virginia
Joanne M. Anderson
John F. Blair, Publisher
Winston-Salem, NC
(c)1998


So, I found this book, in its 3rd printing (2000) and I pondered whether the concept of this book should have been a book at all but the Internet in 1998 hadn't developed nor had people's lateral thinking hadn't developed in such a way to have conceived of doing this interesting idea as a hyper-text. If it were to be re-made nowadays, it should not be printed as a book but as an updatable text. I wonder how many of the restaurants listed in this book are still in operation 13 years later. How many have the same chefs? How have they been reviewed (or flamed?)

In a case like this, I can see it existing as a "text", ie. e-book.

As for the book here - it's not here, I pulped it. It's gone.

seldom is the day

Seldom is the day that I go into a space that sells used books and I can find a copy of On the Road and Howl on the same shelving but it happened today. I also found, for a buck, a 1951 Ben Shahn chapbook of A Partridge in a Pear Tree printed by the Museum of Modern Art. It's too nice to give to my little Tasmanian Devils. I will keep it for myself.

I was on Youtube today, casually looking over their videos on book scouting and it was slim pickings. One person dismisses using a smartphone to check value of book, another praises them. Are these people aiming their presentations toward rookies? Are they gearing their videos toward clueless fucks who don't actually READ books but are only in it for the money? I was not sure.

I am sure that I won't be checking out those videos anytime soon.

Look - I will say the same thing about getting into the world of used books that I told my sons about drug use: it's not for everyone. Not everyone can handle it.

I am interested in the hunt. I know enough to know that I don't really know enough. Always more Presses to learn about, more authors to research. More titles to find. More sets to complete. Or realize when it's time to cut bait. Start a fresh collection. Discover a forgotten author. A uncollected Press.

There is always more to learn and to know. The adventure is half the goal.

The other half is finding places for your little treasures. I am not a hoarder, if I were, well, I would have nothing but Ex-wives. I have a great wife and she is very supportive of my "gentle madness". She does challenge me to cleanse (my shelves) and I am willing to do that from time to time. If the price is right. I can always fill the open space with new treasures, right?

And now, we are approaching the end of the year - the perfect time to unload.

Still, it's been a good day so far. Nice pick up. I can replace a 1970 23rd printing of Howl and other poems with a 1959 8th printing. Staple-bound copy at that!

the man with bad Steins

He collected Steins because she said she was a genius. He repeated himself in action as she repeated herself in words. But he grew tired of her repetitions of brilliance and her near surface existence, and one day realized all the books he had of her were defective and not great. The condition of the books reflected the condition of his thoughts of her. He did not think of her brilliance or her genius, but of the lack of money he would ever make from the bad copies of her books he now had.

Shortly afterwards he began to feel better about himself and his own otherwise repetitions of book buying and selling, once, that is, that he left the stack of bad Steins in the alleyway three streets over in the middle of a night when he was "out for a stroll". He donated them to the world, and the world accepted the donation because the world is round and that was the only title by Stein which ever did anything for him.

ghost in an old paperback

I don't remember where I first learned of Alfred Bester, but somewhere along the line, I did. I found The Stars My Destination about the same time I was reading another of his better known books, The Demolished Man. Unappreciated, but there is a strong percentage of the books that I read which are by unknown or unappreciated. Under appreciated. Under read.

My copy of The Stars My Destination is a 1957 first. But it's now much beaten, brown-pages, falling apart as I read it. When I finish it, I will be purging it. There won't be anything left. If a book has a piece of the soul of its author in it, am I killing him by recycling his book?

no name poets on ebay

I love it how on Ebay people post chapbooks of poetry by unknown or regional poets at prices greater than books by well known and established poets. As if no names are better or more valuable, or everyone knows who these people are.

humorous