Worn Collars
Part Twenty-Six
"Maybe 'Yes'... Maybe 'No' "
I:
“Pick
up one (the next) wisp of folded printed paper and...” (Part Twenty-Five)
just... slow down a minute. NOT
that I actually slow down.
No. As I have noted
previously, this ‘all’ is ‘all done’... ‘very fast’. VERY FAST. But
that is not my issue of this moment.
So I slow down.
The
next wisp is the next ‘rare book’ and I keep them handy. And there is always enough of them
‘incoming’ to always handy... keep them.
I have never run out of ‘old’ (rare) books... “I found”. So... “the next” ...is always.
Let’s
see what we have THIS TIME. “Oh
dear... and it is dear... a ‘dear’ little booklet (pamphlet). And TWO copies of it TOO! “Oh no.” Or... “Oh no?”.
Okay... and ‘two for two’ meaning I must go to two directions or places
for this one pamphlet that I have... two copies of.
Is
that alright? May I have two
copies of an old (rare) book? I
can have... but may I have? And
“Why?”. May I.
AND...
back to Mr. Zinman***... too (direction or
place number two). Mr. Zinman
says... as frustrated notice... “I
learned later in life that the knowledge you need to collect books as a beginner
is far more complex than, say, stamps, or coins or matchbooks, for that matter”
(page 5).
“For
that matter” may be expanded to ALL old books, decorative arts, fine arts,
historic objects... and “Ahhhh...”
‘et al’... in the unknown design galaxies beyond (for example
“collectibles”). The key chosen
word is his ‘knowledge’. Yes...
one does find helpful... with ALL of this... ‘knowledge’ (best left further NOT
defined). I agree... but differ
for I feel this ‘knowledge’ is a block one may sit on while one... “actually”.
What
is “actually” for “collect books as a beginner”... and veteran expert...
dealer.. of old (rare) books?
The... ‘actually’ is of a ‘there is a vast plain... I overlook’ from a
‘sitted’ on blocks of (rambling waste deep waste heap accumulated disorganized
iota funky factoid) knowledge.
That ‘actually’ is the ‘big picture’ that one (beginner or veteran) uses
to ‘actually’ figure out ‘what is a rare book’. The big plains; Americana, American literature... for
example. “Pacific Rim”, “Africa”,
“SPACE”, “Mysteries”... to notice others.
Vast plains on a vast plain (old rare books) (or, “ok”, paintings...as a
vast ‘painting’ plain... for example)... overview with I ‘sitted’
on blocks of Zinman’s “knowledge”.
That big and... that vast... is in a ‘sitted’ view... ALL THE TIME...
with each wisp of folded paper.
This makes it a lot easier; I have to carry very little knowledge around
with me...
***: Michael Zinman, WHAT DOES RICHARD
CHENEY READ? Annals of Collecting
: 6, No place (Ardsley, NY?), 2014, page 5.
In
the back, dark, under the eves... flashlighted... ‘old papers’ “I SEE” ‘in
there’. NO: I said this is done very... very
fast. The furtive glance of the
knowledge blocks of sitted-view of the... vast plains ... of the vast
plain...: It is a logical and
deductive process done very fast on one’s hands and knees in a dark attic crawl
spaces behind a flashlight.
It’s
a gas... doing it****. And to do this... one needs more than
‘knowledge’. “Knowledge” is ‘spot
application’ applied AFTER... the “I” know where “IT” (the old rare book) “IS”
on the vast plain... of vast plains... I, ‘sitted’ overview.
You
get it? Right? Zinman’s a nice guy but... I’ve been
behind the flashlight a long time... so... “ahhhh...” that’s what I “use”
first. The big picture. He uses it too but, due to the ‘on
hands and knees’ factors that separate dealers from collectors... you get
it. Right? So... like... I’m ‘in there’ in the
dark... with “It’s a GAS” attic creeping... or, like, desk drawer plundering or
like ... “on the shelf in the back of the garage” (Part Twenty-Three)
“YEAH!”... and it is barely a furtive glance that... going back to the pamphlet
duo... I SEE “South Windham, Me.” as the imprint... AFTER... “what?” the front
wrapper block letters printed in GOLD reading “LOST AND AFOUND” with “E. M. N.”
under and ‘in gold’ too....
Two
(directions and places) are merging into one? Look at it from my vantage. I find one copy... one day... and... a decade later... find
a ‘second copy’. Both are found by
‘on hands and knees’ ‘flashlight’.
The second one... found... on the vast plain... is “I ALREADY KNOW”.
Bummer? No. Comes with the territory. I have even found two copies of something dated 1714 two
different times in two different ‘where ever’ in their respective ‘two
different’ garrets. “Oh... Hell...
it is?”.
**** : To further this ‘It’s a gas’ I suggest
the ‘this blog’ post titled “Mice!
I Hate Mice” that opens with a charming farmyard ephemera (rare book)
picker purloin and continues with a ‘what is all this?’ treasure trove buttress
of remarkable depth. The label for
this post is: Mice! I Hate Mice.
Originally the post was given as a lecture. And... originally the picker purloin vignette was drawn for
my first book “IN A GIVEN AREA”.
That book is now a rare book so “good luck with that” and... the
picker’s purloin, in that book, is longer with more detail about the purloined
paper and its sale... all done and recorded as a ‘very fast’.
Please
realize that it has taken me...to this day... like... TWENTY YEARS to actually
get these two copies of “LOST AND FOUND” ‘together” (side by side). Why? Because, simply, the ‘vast plain’ factor did not ‘make it
worth it’ (they are ‘not good enough’ as ‘rare’ (books) ‘Americana’... to...
‘for me’ to CARE. NONE THE LESS
they are ‘fair and square’ ‘good quality’ ‘rare books’. I never hesitated on that. Just a little busy on the day to day so
only now today do I ... “FINALLY” ... have them ‘side by side’. Cool. Let us look.
The
‘anytime’ of this (an old book – is it rare?) became, for I, a constant. Here it is a ‘constant’; I work from
‘constantly... doing this’. So...
the wrappers, the printing, the pamphlet size, the pamphlet format all ...
suggest a ‘require further investigation’. I do. Usually,
upon flashlight finding, such an iota as this is ‘marked’ meaning... that from
‘there on’ (under the eves flashlight discovery)... I ‘track it’; I know
exactly where it is.... EVEN if it’s ‘in a box’ ‘in the back’ of the truck... I
‘know’. Sometime it gets “cab” and
that means on the seat or dashboard IN ...THE... truck... CAB. OR disaster...; a such as you “KEEPS
IT”. That is, a principal of an
estate SOME HOW FOR SOME REASON... ‘keeps it’. THAT... I do not ....ahhhh... ‘like’. But I:
DEAL
WITH IT.
A
good offense is a good defense for this;
NO attention is even slightly suggested in any form or way that a ‘this’
“IS”. NO... you, as Estate
Principal will have to... determine by yourself that this... pamphlet duo... “I
FOUND” are ...even there to ‘find’.
But
that is all behind us and I am ‘sitted’ at my book room desk. Moving past the title page, I denote
the frontis portrait of Mr. Gillman whom... this pamphlet is about. I discover another ‘picture’ way toward
the end of the pamphlet of... a man holding on to a sinking sailboat. I review the author’s (?) initials, the
‘copyright’, the preface, the “HEY”....:
That the beat up copy has the full author’s name written in ink above
the initials on the title page “THANK YOU” and I notice at the head (top) of
that title page too a faint pencil “B. W. Gilman” (note single ‘L’ in that name)
whose name is very close to being the same as the ‘who this book is
about’. Finally, I discern while
examining the ‘CONTENTS’ page that chapter VII is “Seventeen hours on Sebago
Lake”.
“OK”.
Sebago
Lake is a big Maine lake ‘above’ Portland and that...I consider... very fast...
to be a social-economic well positioned Maine lake meaning it is a, well,
‘money’ lake. A literate lake. A ‘care about’ lake. An old (historic) Maine lake. A... ‘not much written / printed about
it’ rare book lake. A... “this
pamphlet has a whole chapter (in this ...narrative... of William G. Gillman...) (Bill Gilman?)
about Sebago lake?”. “Gonna have
to read that. This. It.
I
do.
Oh...
ponderous. The short version is
that Mr. Gillman is a wife beating drunkard who... out on Sebago Lake during
the day in his sailboat... tips over the boat and clings to it all night... in a tempest. While at that... he prays to God and ...offers to... among
other willing to jettison baggage, stop beating his wife and being a drunkard
with too... the promise to forever do God’s work IF he is spared.
He
is. He is rescued in the morning.
Somehow...
this Sebago Lake drama and ‘see God’ conversion... after the author compiled
the narrative... is... in South Windam, Maine... ‘brought to press’ and printed
as a... rare book.
Got
it?
On
the big vast plain I overview ‘sitted’ on blocks of Zinman’s knowledge. It (this rare book pamphlet) is of the
smaller plain “Americana”. It is
that. It is a “MAINE” that
(Americana) too. It is a Sebago
Lake ‘narrative account’. NOT MUCH
AROUND for Sebago Lake narratives.
Who cares. No one? Mostly... excepting a few Maine rare
book collectors AND a few Maine book collecting bibliomaniacs. THAT’S GOOD ENOUGH: The pamphlets can be sold... especially
as there is ‘no copy located’ (actual copy known or bibliographic reference
citing ‘it’; this pamphlet).
Soooo....:
“NEXT!” I am done except for ‘picking a price
(for sale) off of my rare book room ceiling and... the ‘do I keep the two
together?’. I do... I guess. One has the crispy perfect collector
grade condition and the other one ‘fills out’ the author’s name and narrative
subject’s name while it also allows for full inspection of the narrative
without having to ‘touch’ the perfect one. This (keep the two copies together) is a ‘good way to go’
and most collectors and dealers are receptive to this.
“I
am done”? NO. I want you to ‘another (old rare) book’
“kick the can down the road” before I... Arlington’s old books, et al: “Oh... that poor housekeeper; a nice
Maine girl, does not stand a chance does she”. But YOU? Your
getting better at this? Huh? Maybe ‘Yes’... Maybe ‘No’.
Sidebar:
The
opening photographs of this post... are a ‘well touched’ of themselves. Their ‘vast plain’ subject is Maine
Décor; Maine decorating. They show the subtle nuance one ‘must’
to the eye to not appear phony when at it (doing Maine décor).
Lobster
traps... are actually a delicate-to-‘balance’ when used. They quickly cross the line to tacky...
‘dirty-gross’ and ‘ignore’. The
first photograph shows a spectacular ‘good’ lobster trap decoration. Old traps in a pyramid with a red
picnic table ‘attached’. Iconic. The traps are iconic. The old traps are iconic. The weathered gray wood is iconic. The form (a pyramid) is... classical...
iconic. The companion picnic table
(a design form) is iconic. The
fire engine red glossy paint on the table is iconic. The interplay of the two colors and two forms are
iconic. Nothing needs to be
added... or taken away. “CLEAN” as
a decoration one is hard pressed to equal... using old lobster traps. One must understand that this
decorative arrangement is not an accident. Someone ‘planned’ (designed) this and then executed it;
‘thought of’, ‘assembled’, ‘built’... and “DONE”.
A
few feet away they ‘touched’. Very
Maine. The coin operated soft
drink ‘machine’ standing alone... is “ugly” so... they... stacked two traps beside
it. This ‘pulls’ the ‘the worst
piece of crud’ “IN” to the décor.
It brings it “IN” “TOO”.
Subtle. VERY SUBTLE... but
again: Someone did this. It is not an accident. They ‘thought of’, ‘assembled’, ‘built’
TOO. And it works. It ‘brings it (the soft drink machine)
up’ to ‘ok”.
The
whole décor composition is beautifully simple and... coastal Maine ‘on target’
with no hint of pushing, no in-face, no ‘including I’, no... ‘no, no’ and is
truly “DONE” too. One cannot fake
that and...with lobster trap décor... most of what one sees ...is that;
fake. These two photographs show a
remarkably ‘well done right’ that is too... not fake.