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
It isn’t that I am bloody minded. I am- I did, after all, just advise a friend whose husband was dropping dramatic hints that he might be starting the flu YET AGAIN to just smother him with a pillow. But that is a useful thought any time of the year, yes? And I love the original dark and violent Grimm’s fairy tales, Disney will never compare, and I love Angela Carter’s fairy tale collection The Bloody Chamber, and… and…
But no, it isn’t pain, gore, fear, Freddy, Jason, murder, mayhem, angry spirits back to exact revenge.
I love Halloween for its sense of possibility. The light is changing, the weather is changing, the dark folds its arms around us for longer and longer each night… there’s a funny energy of ‘not quite the same’ or ‘something may happen’ or perhaps even ‘not quite right’ (of course, ‘right’ isn’t always good…) Who knows what one might see or dream up and be able to create and share if one were only paying attention!
Every year Halloween sneaks up on me. This year I vow to enjoy the season, starting the very late summer day the light began to slant and the shadows to lengthen as autumn came on, to let my imagination run wild over the emotional and visual landscape of the possible.
So many wonderful literary works are available to light up the dark corners of our imagination in the most delicious ways.
Share a shiver, would you? What are some of your favorite reads, chilling, yet full of possibility? Here are some that for me evoke that sense of loss, longing, wonder that is particular and peculiar to a time of year set aside for pondering the thinning of the veil between the worlds.
Goblin Market, with its sense of being trapped by our own desires- try illustrating that in your mind!
The intertwining of fate, romance, and a shiver of the supernatural of Halloween by Robert Burns, the sober observations of Poe’s Spirits of the Dead and the lovely dramatic longing and grief of his Lenore, even the Princess books by Mac Donald – The Princess and Curdie is available free on Project Gutenberg, hurrah!!
A. Conan Doyle’s fairy books, and other Victorian era books on magic or spiritualism- Aleister Crowley, Edgar Cayce anyone?
One of the Cottingly Fairy Photos
Share a shiver, would you?
We might branch out and move on to the tricky, angry demons and other wonderful beings of world religions and mythology, or perhaps the eerily almost-true scientific and biological landscape of the most wonderful series I have ever read, Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy.
The possible, the possible, the possible… don’t shy away from the darker works. They invite us into the closet of our imagination, where we hide our creative vision and sense of wonder.
What about the doors Neil Gaiman’s books or Isabel Allende’s The House of the Spirits (lightweight compared to, say, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, yes, but soulful!) open in our imaginations to how these many creatures and spirits must look? What about the droll, dark Roald Dahl stories for kids? Why didn’t I read more carefully that copy of Vampires, Burial and Death I sold a few weeks ago?
I will re post this next year, with the same question- what, to you, is the most delicious read you can think of, related to other worlds, unknown creatures or beings, magic? Inquiring minds want to know. Today, next year, share a delicious shiver, would you?
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