Not that anyone will have cared or indeed even noticed, I'm sure, but there's been a relative lack of activity on Existential Ennui for the past fortnight or so, due to my having been on holiday. Sadly – or perhaps happily, depending on one's level of enthusiasm for such things – I shan't be mustering any kind of consequent report akin to last year's post-holiday multi-post extravaganza detailing the multitude of secondhand bookshops I dragged Rachel and Edie to, for the simple reason that I didn't drag them to anywhere near as many this year. Which isn't to say that I didn't buy any books; quite the reverse, in fact. Take this little lot:
Which I procured from famed book dealer Jamie Sturgeon
at the start of the holiday. Jamie kindly invited me to his house to
have a dig through his boxes of books, from which I extracted first
editions of novels by, among others, Manning O'Brine, Peter O'Donnell, William Haggard, Simon Harvester – a good number of Harvester's Dorian Silk "Road" novels,
which Jamie had set aside for me – Duncan Kyle, William Garner, John
Bingham, Margaret Millar and Donald MacKenzie – some of them even signed
and inscribed, no less. And then there's these:
In the front row, US first editions/first impressions of Elmore Leonard's Tishomingo Blues (Morrow, 2002) and the Get Shorty sequel Be Cool (Delacorte,
2002), both with dust jackets designed by Chip Kidd, and in the back
row, a British first edition/first impression of John Updike's Rabbit omnibus Rabbit Angstrom (Everyman's Library, 1995), a 1986 Pan paperback of John Fowles's The Collector, and a British first edition of James Ellroy's L.A. Confidential (Mysterious Press, 1990), with a dust jacket illustration by David Scutt.
The two Leonards came from here:
Much Ado Books
in Alfriston, which after closing off its entire first floor secondhand
books department for a while, has now reopened one room upstairs and
has expanded the selection of secondhand books available in the
courtyard, all of which is jolly good news. The Leonard firsts were only
three quid a pop, plucked from the very courtyard bookcase I'm browsing
in the picture above, and though I have read Be Cool, I didn't own a copy of it, nor of Tishomingo Blues, so American first editions, which you don't come across every day in British secondhand bookshops, proved irresistible.
The Rabbit Angstrom
omnibus I acquired from a local Lewes charity shop for a couple of
quid, while the Ellroy first I also acquired relatively locally, from Wax Factor in Brighton, for a fiver. Both are books I've long had it in mind to try at some point, as is Fowles's The Collector, although that one came from further afield:
The Friends Secondhand Bookshop, situated in the grounds of Hylands House
in Essex, which I coerced Rachel and Edie (and Rachel's folks, who
accompanied us) into visiting on the pretense of Hylands Park being
picturesque. Which to be fair it is – and is also, I learned once we
arrived, the site of the annual V Festival, which I attended in, I
think, 1997, so I'd unknowingly been there before – but I'd be lying if I
were to suggest its attractively manicured gardens were my main reason
for visiting. The bookshop is a donations affair in the courtyard of the
Stables Visitor Centre, and in truth it's not dissimilar to a charity
bookshop, with little for the proper collector, but it's still worth a
casual browse, and even Edie briefly entertained the notion of going
inside and having a look around.
Another secondhand bookshop of note I managed to get to during the fortnight was this one:
The Petersfield Bookshop,
in, astonishingly enough, Petersfield, in Hampshire. I didn't buy
anything there, but there are lots of rooms to explore with books piled
everywhere, so I'd recommend a detour if you're ever in that part of the
I did buy one other book during the fortnight, again in Brighton... but I think I'll save that for a separate post.
Nice trip (and nice haul). During my two separate August holiday weeks I bought only two books, one of which I signed during face-to-face with the author. Another five books I got as presents. So my holiday haul was much smaller than yours.ReplyDelete
Ah, but it's quality not quantity that's important, Ray...ReplyDelete
Lovely post, thanks!ReplyDelete
Thanks Patti! I quite like doing these holiday report posts; maybe I should go on holiday permanently and spend my time visiting bookshops and writing about them. All I need is an eccentric billionaire to fund me...ReplyDelete
You'd be called the Bookstore Creeper.ReplyDelete
Your vacation posts last year were epic - but it looks like your haul this year is still very high quality even though this holiday was not as bookstore-focused.ReplyDelete
Just got back from a long vacation and didn't see a single book shop, new or used. At one point my wife ran out of reading material and we were reduced to looking for books at a Target in Mississippi. (After which my packing a box of books for the trip no longer looked so foolish.)
Actually, I did get one book. Turns out my wife wrote a detective story when she was nine years old and her parents had it bound. I now have it.
I can see a copy of Westlake's first Sam Holt book in your trophy photo. I just read it last month and liked it a lot more than I thought I would. I had feared I would hate it but it was quite okay after all. My American paperback is unbearably ugly - can't wait to see what your copy looks like. And I can see four books in that distinctive Gollancz yellow - what are they?
Well spotted on the Sam Holt! I expect that'll be debuting as a Westlake Score at some point. There were three Gollanczes – that picture is a bit deceptive – one of which was Margaret Millar, the other two John Bingham – both the same Bingham, in fact. Don't ask me why... yet.ReplyDelete
I would LOVE to see the bound edition of your missus' detective story. You should blog about that!
GYPSY IN AMBER is a good one, Nick. At least I think so. I wrote about it on my blog several years ago. So different from Smith's Russian spy novels. The ending leaves a bit to be desired, but up till then for a 1970s detective novel it's pretty darn good. Original to say the least. An Edgar nominee too, I think. Not too shabby.ReplyDelete
I see a few Modesty Blaise books there, too. Nice. And a hardcover of SHAFT -- Wow! I was just thinking about that movie a couple of days ago and wondered if I should go hunting for a copy of the book. My eyes are too bad these days to decipher many of the other titles. How did "Book Glutton" see the Samuel Holt book? Where is it?!
Each time I read of your bookshop visits I long to get over to your country and attack them with a fury to rival that of a hurricane. [sigh] Some day...
The first of Shaft is ex-library, and missing its front endpaper, but I got it for a few quid so I'm not complaining. The Samuel Holt is in the right-hand stack, fourth book down from the top, but I'm not surprised Book Glutton sniffed that one out; us Westlake obsessives have a sixth sense for these things...ReplyDelete