Winter is coming.
For koselig (“cozy” in Norwegian ) armchair vintage travel dreams on long winter evenings- beautiful black and white and color illustrations of 1958 Norway landscapes wildlife and outdoor life.
As a special bonus, the dinner menu for the Norwegian American Line’s North Cape Balkan Summer Cruise, Thursday August 7th 1958, is laid in.
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Complimentary copy from the Norwegian American Line North Cape-Baltic Summer Cruise, M/S Bergensfjord, Thursday August 7 1958. Large folded dinner menu card laid in. Owner name on front end paper. Color or black and white photos on every page. Linen textured and glossy pages are toned and foxed but clean and tight. Orange cloth cover with gilt flower stamp on front is clean and bright. Dust jacket has edge wear chips creases and soiling.
The Rise and Destiny of the German Jew 1934 Union of American Hebrew Congregations
According to a review in Foreign Affairs, April 1935,
A scholarly account of the Jews since 1871, the author maintaining that they will stay in Germany and adjust themselves to new conditions.
Text block is darkened with age. Black cloth cover is lightly faded but overall clean and clear with silver gilt and red stylized stamped round motifs relevant to Jews in Germany in 1934- swastika, menorah, industry, burning at the stake. Former owner bookplate on front end paper. Text block lightly darkened with time otherwise tight and clean. Corners lightly bumped with two corners beginning to fray.
Found it in my inventory today. What a gift.
Even though mine is only a First American Edition, not Hogarth Press, I can’t quite price it to sell.
In my late teens Virginia Woolf, Kate Bush, James Joyce, Billy Bragg, Joni Mitchell and Prufrock were my best friends. <heart>, as the kids say. I still cry every time I watch the movie Orlando, one of the few movies that take liberties with a great book yet capture the point beautifully.
Virginia Woolf’s The Waves with Vanessa Bell cover art. First American Edition (NOT Hogarth Press), Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1931. Dust jacket and text block darkened with age. DJ has chips and a one inch rip, is soiled and lightly price clipped. Former owner name and dealer marks on end papers. winecountrybooksnapa at gmail – 25% discount for anyone who purchases via this blog, or make me an offer.
Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol date and publisher unknown $25 winecountrybooksnapa at gmail
Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge’s name was good upon ’Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.
Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a door-nail.
Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Scrooge and he were partners for I don’t know how many years. Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and sole mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral, and solemnised it with an undoubted bargain.
The mention of Marley’s funeral brings me back to the point I started from. There is no doubt that Marley was dead. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story.
– from the full text and images at Project Gutenberg A Christmas Carol