The 52nd Annual New York Antiquarian Book Fair

April 13th, 2012

Yesterday kicked off the 52nd annual New York Antiquarian Book Fair held at the Park Avenue Armory. For anyone who has ever attended an antiquarian book fair, this one tops them all. High-end book dealers come from all over the world to display the most interesting and rare books that are still available for purchase. To walk in the doors is to enter another world – a ‘living museum’ of sorts. It is truly an experience unlike any other for those who love books, history, art, or are drawn to the things of the past. The Americana Exchange calls the Fair “the signal event for book, maps, manuscripts and ephemera collectors in America” as it “attracts the most important dealers, institutions and collectors from across the United States and around the world.”

Show floor at a past NY Antiquarian Book Fair

This year we are in booth A20. We hope to see you there.

In the news…

November 18th, 2011

We’ve recently been featured twice in the Fine Books and Collections blog and I thought I would also include these posts here. The first is a nice review of our recent catalogue and the second is an interview with us for the series Bright Young Things, which focuses on the next generation of booksellers.

Catalogue Review: Raptis Rare Books, #1

By Rebecca Rego Barry

Matthew Raptis is a congenial young bookseller in Brattleboro, Vermont. I had the pleasure of meeting him last year at a book fair. From his age and his casual personality, you might not guess that his stock is exceptional high points of modern literature. Some examples: a $550,000 Great Gatsby (inscribed, in the elusive jacket); a $45,000 signed first edition of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone; a $27,500 Catcher in the Rye, in an unrestored fine dust jacket; and a $25,000 signed first edition of To Kill a Mockingbird in a very good dust jacket.

With full color illustrations and clear descriptions, this first catalogue is delight to look at. There are 77 pages, brimming with books, so this review is just the tip of the iceberg. I enjoyed seeing some out-of-the-box titles like Ernest Callenbach’sEcotopia ($1,500) and Leonard Cohen’s Beautiful Losers ($1,250). A first edition of Gregory Maguire’s 1995 book, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West, is signed with a line from the novel and a drawing of a witch ($650). Very cool!

The signed first edition of John Fowles’ The French Lieutenant’s Woman ($950) is tempting (because I love that novel) even if the jacket on the signed first edition ofThe Magus is prettier ($2,000). A signed first edition of Stephen King’s The Shining would be a neat acquisition ($3,000).

A complete set of Dick Francis–forty volumes, all signed–is impressive ($19,500), but for me not quite as enticing as the John Updike collection of first editions of each of the four Rabbit books ($2,750).

In the second half of the catalogue, there are sections on literature and children’s books–neat to see a signed first edition of The Outsiders there ($3,250)–as well as photography, and a non-fiction section with many modern economic and political titles. I couldn’t do it justice by naming a few here. Take a look for yourself — there is so much to see! Download it here:http://www.raptisrarebooks.com/catalogues.php

Bright Young Things: Raptis Rare Books

by Nate Pederson

Our series profiling the next generation of antiquarian booksellers continues today with Matthew and Adrienne Raptis of Raptis Rare Books in Brattleboro, Vermont.  They recently released their first catalogue, which we reviewed last week on the blog.



NP: How did you both get started in rare books?

AR: Matthew started collecting books when he was a young child. He was very interested in history, particularly the American Civil War, and started with a small collection of antiquarian books. His collection grew over the years to encompass many other fields, from literature to photography. The business in rare books was a natural development from his passions.

I came into the business by virtue of being married to Matthew, so it was less of a direct journey. My degrees are in the sciences, but I have always loved books and read voraciously. A funny thing is that I used to pretend when I was a child that I was a bookseller. We actually came across a photo this past year after we returned from the San Francisco book fair that shows me with my books fanned out in a very similar way to how our books our displayed when we are at a fair. It must have been destiny because I love this business and being surrounded by such amazing pieces of history.

NP: When did you open Raptis Rare Books?

AR: We officially became a business in 2003 and joined the ABAA/ILAB in 2008.

NP: What does Raptis specialize in?

AR: We try to have a stock of landmark books in all fields, but we specialize in literature (particularly modern first editions), children’s books, economics, photography, architecture, and signed and inscribed books.

NP: What roles do each of you play within the company?

AR: Matthew does almost all of our buying. He has an uncanny ability to find great books. He seems to have an intuitive ’sixth sense’ about knowing where to look and what to buy. We have both travelled extensively and wherever we go, whether it be South Africa, Russia, or western Massachusetts, he always comes home with treasure. He also does most of the communication with our clients.

I mostly do the ‘behind the scenes’ work of our business, such as organizing information for book fairs, the website, and putting together our catalogue.

NP: What do you love about the book trade?

AR: There are many things we love about the trade. It is a very unique business to be in – it changes from day to day and we are always learning and growing. It gives us a great deal of flexibility and we are blessed to have the opportunity to view and handle exciting objects of art and literature. We enjoy doing book fairs, particularly in meeting up with colleagues and clients who share the same passions.

NP: Favorite or most interesting book you’ve handled?

AR: That is a hard question because so many books are interesting in their own way. One book that we just purchased is the most interesting to me right now – it is a first edition of Profiles in Courage nicely inscribed by John F. Kennedy to fellow Massachusetts Senator Leverett Saltonstall. Association copies like this are always interesting not only because they are rare, but also because of the importance of the history of these items.

NP: What do you two personally collect?

AR: Our personal collection is quite varied, but we’ve recently been purchasing more and more fine bindings and vellum.

NP: Any thoughts on the future of the book trade?

AR: Although I think the used book market is hurting more with the invention of reading devices such as the Kindle and Nook, it seems that the collectible book market is actually getting somewhat stronger in our experience. I think people have even more nostalgia for the physical book now and creating a good library will always be in fashion. We meet many young people at book fairs who are extremely interested in rare books. It is always enjoyable to talk with them and see the enthusiasm they have.

NP: Tell us about assembling your first catalog and how to get a copy:

AR: Putting together our first catalogue was quite an exciting endeavor and we’ve received very good feedback on it, including a nice review in Fine Books & Collections.

You can download a copy of our catalogue online by going here.

You can also request a hard copy by calling us at 802.579.1580 or emailing us at mail@raptisrarebooks.com .

The World of Tasha Tudor

November 3rd, 2011

We’ve recently had a over a foot of snow here in Vermont, which makes it seem like the holidays are drawing ever closer. I love this time of year, as the anticipation arrives of having good times with friends and family, hot drinks by the fire, and lights to cheer even the darkest of days. Also, Thanksgiving and Christmas always stir within me those childhood memories of reading special books with my parents and grandparents.

Some of my favorite books for this season were ones written and/or illustrated by Tasha Tudor. While, she has many amazing books that span the entire year, there was always something about her Christmas books that I particularly loved. A few of these include:

The Dolls’ Christmas

Corgyville Christmas

The Night Before Christmas

and The Christmas Cat

Tasha was a prolific writer and illustrator, so there are many more that I could mention, but this blog post would be extremely long. If you would like to see a full list of her books with the dates published, click here.  If her work or books are unknown to you, I would highly encourage that you check it out. She was a marvelous woman and we, at Raptis Rare Books, are privileged to be in the town next door to where she lived, so we can often find collectible first editions and signed or inscribed books by her. If you are looking for a book that we do not have available, please let us know your wants and we can make sure to keep an eye out for you.

As the holiday season approaches, we wish you good cheer and may they be filled with the type of magic that Tasha Tudor brought into this world.

Patrick Leigh Fermor gave us a Lifetime of Gifts

August 7th, 2011

On June 10th, the world lost one of the greatest travel writers of all time… and one of my personal favorites. Although he lived until the ripe old age of 96, all those who knew him and loved his work, hoped against all hope that Padddy might just be the one person in the world to laugh death in the face and go on living.

A number of years ago, an author from New Zealand traveled to visit Fermor where he lived in the Mani area of Greece. In the article, she writes something that Paddy once said to the man from whom he bought his lovely land.

“You know we are very fortunate, we live in Kardamyli. We are fortunate – we have the mountains. We are fortunate – we have good food. We are fortunate – we have clean air to breathe. We are fortunate – we have the beautiful sea to swim in.” “Yes, Paddy, the mountains, the food, the air and the sea,” said the young man, nodding in agreement. And then Paddy said to him: “And for all these reasons and more, we may just forget to die.”

Unfortunately, as we are human, death claims us all. But what a life he lived; what adventures he took part in; what a world he saw! Once described by the BBC as “a cross between Indiana Jones, James Bond and Graham Greene,” Fermor was as renowned for his feats of derring-do as for his opulent prose. (from his New York Times obituary)

Patrick Leigh Fermor

Fermor’s prose has few credible rivals. By all accounts, he was a precise and excruciatingly slow writer – still working on the last book of his trilogy about his 1933/34 journey on foot from Holland to Constantinople when he died (the first two of this series being his classic A Time of Gifts (1977) and Between Woods and Water (1986)).

A Time of Gifts First Edition

In addition to the two volumes of his unfinished trilogy, Leigh Fermor’s published literary legacy includes his first book about island-hopping in the Caribbean, The Traveller’s Tree (1950), which first revealed the qualities readers would learn to expect from his books: sly humor, curiosity, wide-ranging social connections and sympathies, familiarity with arcane history and a dashing literary style steeped in the ancient writing of Greece and Rome 1.

Next to come was his absorbing short novel, The Violins of Saint-Jacques (1953), set on a small island on the night it is destroyed by a volcanic eruption; his brief and exquisite collection of essays on Christian monasticism, A Time to Keep Silence (1953); two masterpieces about the life and history of Greece, Mani (1958) and Roumeli (1966); the radiant Three Letters from the Andes (1991); and then only various occasional pieces and introductions to other persons’ books, many collected in a volume called Words of Mercury (2003), as well as a separate volume of some of his letters.

Fermor also spoke Greek fluently and translated a number of Greek books into English, including The Cretan Runner (1955) and Forever Ulysses (1938). Because of his knowledge of the Greek language he fought in the Greek resistance to Germany during World War II, capturing a German general, a feat which later became the basis for the 1957 English film “Ill Met by Moonlight.”

He lived such a full life and, although he is now passed, he has left us with a great body of work… and what a ‘time of gifts’ he has certainly given to anyone who has read his books.

Zen and the Art of Book Collecting

April 26th, 2011

In 1984, Robert Pirsig wrote an afterword to later editions of his now classic book, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I want to take a moment to include an excerpt here from that afterword and then write  a few thoughts of my own.

This book has a lot to say about Ancient Greek perspectives and their meaning but there is one perspective it misses. That is their view of time. They saw the future as something that came upon them from behind their backs with the past receding away before their eyes.

When you think about it, that’s a more accurate metaphor than our present one. Who really can face the future? All you can do is project from the past, even when the past shows that such projections are often wrong. And who really can forget the past? What else is there to know?

Ten years after the publication of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance the Ancient Greek perspective is certainly appropriate. What sort of future is coming up from behind I don’t really know. But the past, spread out ahead, dominates everything in sight.

Certainly no one could have predicted what has happened. Back then, after 121 others had turned this book down, one lone editor offered a standard $3,000 advance. He said the book forced him to decide what he was in publishing for, and added that although this was almost certainly the last payment, I shouldn’t be discouraged. Money wasn’t the point with a book like this.

That was true. But then came publication day, astonishing reviews, best-seller status, magazine interviews, radio and TV interviews, movie offers, foreign publications, endless offers to speak, and fan mail…week after week, month after month. The letters have been full of questions: Why? How did this happen? What is missing here? What was your motive? There’s a sort of frustrated tone. They know there’s more to this book than meets the eye. They want to hear all.

There really hasn’t been any “all” to tell. There were no deep manipulative ulterior motives. Writing it seemed to have higher quality than not writing it, that was all. But as time recedes ahead and the perspective surrounding the book grows larger, a somewhat more detailed answer becomes possible.

There is a Swedish word, kulturbärer, which can be translated as “culture-bearer” but still doesn’t mean much. It’s not a concept that has much American use, although it should have.

A culture-bearing book, like a mule, bears the culture on its back. No one should sit down to write one deliberately. Culture-bearing books occur almost accidentally, like a sudden change in the stock market. There are books of high quality that are an part of the culture, but that is not the same. They are a part of it. They aren’t carrying it anywhere. They may talk about insanity sympathetically, for example, because that’s the standard cultural attitude. But they don’t carry any suggestion that insanity might be something other than sickness or degeneracy.

Culture-bearing books challenge cultural value assumptions and often do so at a time when the culture is changing in favor of their challenge. The books are not necessarily of high quality. Uncle Tom’s Cabin was no literary masterpiece but it was a culture-bearing book. It came at a time when the entire culture was about to reject slavery. People seized upon it as a portrayal of their own new values and it became an overwhelming success.

The success of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance seems the result of this culture-bearing phenomenon. The involuntary shock treatment described here is against the law today. It is a violation of human liberty. The culture has changed.

The book also appeared at a time of cultural upheaval on the matter of material success. Hippies were having none of it. Conservatives were baffled. Material success was the American dream. Millions of European peasants had longed for it all their lives and come to America to find it…a world in which they and their descendants would at last have enough. Now their spoiled descendants were throwing that whole dream in their faces, saying it wasn’t any good. What did they want?

The hippies had in mind something that they wanted, and were calling it “freedom,” but in the final analysis “freedom” is a purely negative goal. It just says something is bad. Hippies weren’t really offering any alternatives other than colorful short-term ones, and some of these were looking more and more like pure degeneracy. Degeneracy can be fun but it’s hard to keep up as a serious lifetime occupation.

This book offers another, more serious alternative to material success. It’s not so much an alternative as an expansion of the meaning of “success” to something larger than just getting a good job and staying out of trouble. And also something larger than mere freedom. It gives a positive goal to work toward that does not confine. That is the main reason for the book’s success, I think. The whole culture happened to be looking for exactly what this book has to offer. That is the sense in which it is a culture-bearer.

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance First Edition

As I read these words I got to thinking about the art of the book collection. Those who collect these culture-bearing books are in reality putting together a history of the collective past. To hold, for example, a first edition of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, is to hold a little piece of that time period. So often in this modern world we think we are facing forward in the path to the future, but the ancient Greek view is a much more accurate picture. We can only see the past. We can never see the future. We can only learn from the past. We may desire to look towards to future, but no matter how great that desire is, we can never really see it. It sneaks up on us. We may have hopes for the future, we may make plans and set schedules, but the reality is that the future is an unpredictable place and no matter what our plans are, we can never know it for certain.

The past can also be a little fuzzy. There are many different interpretations of the past and it is sometimes difficult to know what the truth really is. If we only took one perspective on the past, it may not be an accurate one. The thing about great literature, however, is that through these different writings, they provide a clearer picture. Just having one book and one author’s account may not be entirely truthful in the portrayal of the past – but when we have a whole body of different works to look to and when we collect an entire library of those works, it is like putting together pieces of the puzzle.

Although we can never know the future, perhaps by gaining a greater understanding of the past, we can learn to take what the future holds with greater strides. In some ways, that is what Zen is all about. It is about understanding our place in the universe. It is about understanding that ‘east’ and ‘west’ are really two interpretations of the same thing.

One of Pirsig’s famous quotes from the book is “The real cycle you’re working on is a cycle called `yourself’.” Like motorcycle maintenance or any other hobby or pursuit, your collection and the quest of the collection is a representation of your interests, passions, and ideals. Therefore, I would like to revise that quote to say “The real book collection you’re working on is a collection called ‘yourself’.”

California International Antiquarian Book Fair

February 8th, 2011

This weekend we will be at the California International Antiquarian Book Fair in San Francisco. It will be located at the Concourse Exhibition Center.

635 8th Street
San Francisco, CA 94103
(415) 487-3293

View Map

TICKETS & HOURS

Opening Day
Friday, February 11:
3 pm – 8 pm

Saturday, February 12:
11 am – 7 pm

Sunday, February 13: 11 am – 5 pm

A three-day admission ticket can be purchased at the door on Friday, February 11th for $15.00. Tickets purchased on Saturday or Sunday are $10.00 and include return entry throughout the remainder of the Fair. ABAA and ILAB members admitted free upon showing membership card.

We will be at Booth 707.  We hope to see you there.


New York and The Age of Innocence

January 18th, 2011

Edith Wharton’s The Age of Innocence was recently named the greatest New York novel of all time by New York Magazine’s critic, Sam Anderson. Here is what he writes:

“New York is, famously, the everything bagel of megalopolises—one of the world’s most diverse cities, defined by its churning mix of religions, ethnicities, social classes, attitudes, lifestyles, etc., ad infinitum. This makes it a perfect match for the novel, a genre that tends to share the same insatiable urge. In choosing the best New York novel, then, my first instinct was to pick something from the city’s proud tradition of megabooks—one of those encyclopedic ambition bombs that attempt to capture, New Yorkily, the full New Yorkiness of New York. Something like, to name just a quick armful or two, Manhattan Transfer, The Bonfire of the Vanities, Underworld, Invisible Man, Winter’s Tale, or The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay—or possibly even one of the tradition’s more modest recent offspring, like Lush Life and Let the Great World Spin.

In the end, however, I decided that the single greatest New York novel is the exact opposite of all of those: a relatively small book containing absolutely zero diversity. There are no black or Hispanic or Asian characters, no poor people, no rabble-rousers, no noodle throwers or lapsed Baha’i priests or transgender dominatrixes walking hobos on leashes through flocks of unfazed schoolchildren. Instead there are proper ladies behaving properly at the opera, and more proper ladies behaving properly at private balls, and a phlegmatic old Dutch patriarch dismayed by the decline of capital-S Society. The book’s plot hinges on a subtly tragic love triangle among effortlessly affluent lovers. It is 100 percent devoted to the narrow world of white upper-class Protestant heterosexuals. So how can Edith Wharton’s The Age of Innocence possibly be the greatest New York novel of all time?

Well, it is. It builds itself, obsessively, out of all the essential New York themes. The necessary (but often terrifying) seesawing between change and stasis. The constant drama of taste and class; the connoisseurship of gossip. (One man, preparing to dispense a particularly juicy bit, gives “a faint sip, as if he had been tasting invisible Madeira.”) The shiny lure of fantasy versus the sharp hook of reality. The giant shell game of phoniness and authenticity. The existential strain of distinction versus assimilation—that yearning to be free (one of Wharton’s keywords) but also to belong to a social tribe (another of her keywords). The agonizing, paradoxical struggle to feel like a special individual in a city of millions.

These are the same struggles you’ll find in pretty much all the great New York novels, from Catcher in the Rye to Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Wharton, though, got there first—the book was published in 1920—and The Age of Innocence is also the first New York novel that feels like us. Its concerns are our concerns. (“Yes: my good father abhorred hurry,” says one character. “But now we live in a constant rush.”) There’s even a scandalous financial disaster based on unethical speculation, “one of the most discreditable in the history of Wall Street.” Above all, Wharton’s irony and self-consciousness—the psychic backflips her characters perform in order to gauge their own authenticity and status in the tribe—feel deeply familiar in our age of hipster anxiety and Stuff White People Like: “His heart sank, for he saw that he was saying all the things that young men in the same situation were expected to say, and that she was making the answers that instinct and tradition taught her to make—even to the point of calling him original.”

Also, crucially: The Age of Innocence’s lack of diversity is an illusion. The book is entirely about the moment the barriers broke down—when the roiling masses started to gain cultural traction and define the city, when Society surrendered its capital S. It’s a portrait of the moment that created the city we know today.

None of which should obscure the fact that the book is just flat-out great fiction, with one of the most perfectly melancholy endings you will ever have the excruciating good fortune to suffer through. It will, in other words, break your heart in the end, just as New York inevitably will.”

The Age of Innocence First Edition

With regard to collecting this book, here are a few things you should know. The Age of Innocence was first published in book form in 1920 by D. Appleton and Company, with red boards and dust jacket, as shown above. The first edition title page and copyright page both say 1920 with no statements of subsequent printings and there is a number “(1)” on the last page of text, which indicates it is the first printing. Subsequent printings are marked with (2), (3), (4), etc.  Early printings (although not limited to just the first printings) also have a wording change on page 186. “Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God” was replaced by “Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here” at least by the fourth printing.

This is page 186 from the first printing and from the seventh printing of the Age of

The first state dust jacket featured quotes about the author from Percy Lubbock on the back panel that were pieced together from an article he wrote in the January 1915 issue of the Quarterly Review entitled The Novels of Edith Wharton. The price on the jacket is $2. In the second state dust jacket, these original quotes were replaced by specific quotes about the book made by William Phelps that appeared in the New York Times on October 17, 1920. Also, later jackets have “This is an Appleton Book” printed on the bottom of the spine in a circle, instead of simply “APPLETON” printed on spine. The first state dust jacket is extremely rare, and the first printing of the book itself has become much more difficult to find in recent years.

The Age of Innocence book won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1921 and Modern Library named it to its list of 100 Best Novels of the 20th Century.

If you are interested in learning more about Edith Wharton, we would also encourage you to visit her beautiful home, The Mount, located in Lenox, Massachusetts.

The Mount - The Beautiful Home and Gardens of Edith Wharton

Collecting Harry Potter First Editions

November 23rd, 2010

With the release of the latest Harry Potter movie, Harry and his friends are back in the lime light. The Harry Potter books are a phenomenon that has rarely been seen in the world. I could venture to say that there are very few books series that have been more read and more loved in our lifetime. More than 400 million copies have been sold worldwide, which is the highest of any book series of all time. Many adults who haven’t read the books can’t quite understand the obsession, but for both kids and adults who have read them, its like a little sparkle comes into their eye if you mention the word. Not only is it a great story, but it got kids really passionate about reading again.

At the Boston Antiquarian Book Fair, where we were most recently exhibiting, we had our set of Harry Potter British First Editions, which always gets a great deal of interest.

Harry Potter First Editions

Many people desire to have a first edition set, but are not aware of the large price tag that these books are commanding. I thought I would take a moment to explain a few key factors when looking for Harry Potter first editions and some issue points for identification purposes.

As most people know, the true first editions of these books came out in Britain, so these are the most highly collectible versions, and I will only be discussing these editions for this post. Since Rowling was an unknown writer, there was extremely limited print run of the first book, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. According to the publisher, Bloomsbury, the first printing (or impression) was limited to only 500 copies and many of these went into England’s school libraries (thus many were stamped with library markings). There is some debate as well that the number of hardcover copies was not even this high, but that perhaps there were only around 350 hardcover copies and 150 soft-cover proof editions. In any case, this means that a true first hardcover of the first book is extremely rare and, thus, commands a premium price.

The true first edition has the full number line, down to “1″ on the copyright page, and was issued without a dust jacket, with illustrated boards (covers) by Thomas Taylor. This illustration was carried onto a dustwrapper that was issued starting with the third printing. The true first also contains a misprint on page 53 with ‘wand’ appearing twice on Harry’s shopping list for Diagon Alley.

Since the Philosopher’s Stone was well received, the next book in the series, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, had a first printing run of 10,150 copies according to the publisher, Bloomsbury. It has the ‘1′ in the number line. This book was issued with a dust jacket, with both the boards and jacket illustrated by Cliff Wright and has a price of £10.99.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban had a first run of 10,000 copies. The first printing has the full number line with the ‘1′. It also was issued with a jacket and boards designed by Cliff Wright and has the price of  £10.99. The first trade edition has a number of points. The first issue states ‘Copyright Joanne Rowling’ on the copyright page, whereas the second issue is amended to ‘J.K. Rowling’. Also on the first page of text (p. 7), there is a misaligned text block with some dropped text. Clays Ltd. is listed as the printer. The speculation is that the errors were discovered early in the print run. Early thought was there were only 500 copies with these errors. It is now assumed that there were actually about 2500 of these copies.

By the time Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was written there quite a Harry Potter following, and the initial print run was 1 million copies. This large print run was split between two print houses, Clays Ltd (750,000) and Omnia Press in Scotland (250,000). All of the first printings state “First Edition”, with no number line, on the copyright page. The copyright holder is listed as J.K. Rowling. This was issued in illustrated boards (covers) with a matching illustrated dustwrapper with a price of £14.99. Illustrations are by Giles Greenfield. This book has some booksellers listing copies with “storyline errors” on pages 503 and 579 that were supposedly corrected during the first print run. These “points of issue” however still exist in at least the seventh printing, so it is doubtful that these are actually errors or misprints.

Again, a very large number of first editions were printed of the Order of the Phoenix, however, there is a first state. On the first page of Chapter One at the end of line nine a “y” is missing from the word “boy”. With the Half Blood Prince and the Deathly Hallows, there is also a very large printing, so they are easier to find and first editions will state ‘First Edition’.
We could say much more on Collecting Harry Potter, including Deluxe editions, advanced proofs, US editions, etc., but we shall end there today. We hope that we’ve let you in on some of the magic of Harry Potter and the (not so secret) secrets of collecting the valuables from this special world.

75 Signs That You Might be a Bibliophile

November 7th, 2010
I came across the following lengthy, but quite humorous list today of signs that you might be a bibliophile and I had to share it here. The person who wrote this is surely a bibliophile themselves. I hope you find this as amusing as I did.
1. You actually completed an English degree.
Only a true bibliophile can survive 4-7 years of being told exactly how to interpret Finnegan’s Wake by a bearded, bespectacled man in a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches.
2. You actually started said English degree for reasons other than “Heathcliff is OMG HOT!”
And if you graduated with an English degree still thinking that Heathcliff is OMG HOT, then probably you should not go straight into a career. Probably you need to spend a brief stint in a mental institution.
3. Harold Bloom actually makes sense.
You will be a bibliophile for the ages if you actually develop a viable drinking game based on any of his works. English majors around the world will erect a statue in your honor. Assuming they actually have the money for it, which they don’t.
4. You’ve actually used the term “hack writer” unironically…
…and probably in reference to Stephanie Meyer as well. “Hack writer” is the literary connoisseur’s equivalent of “sellout” in the music industry. Not in terms of concept, of course, but rather when it comes to expressing status through terminology that’s both highly pretentious and embarrassingly true.
5. You fight to diversify the literary canon.
Great writing can come from anyone, anywhere. And a true bibliophile knows that the real literary canon is made up of far more than just a bunch of dead, high strung white guys. Oh, they contributed alright! But they are not the entirety.
6. You often find yourself wondering about whatever happened to Zadie Smith.
She’s still around, just not as prolific as the literati would like. Being a parent does that sometimes.
7. You have a little vein in your forehead that throbs whenever you hear about sparkly vampires.
If Sheridan Le Fanu and Bram Stoker came back to life and found out what became of their genuinely horrifying creations, they would probably crawl back into their graves and beg for the swift, cold mercy of death once more.
8. You laughed at the Thomas Pynchon episode of The Simpsons.
Because you got the jokes, of course. Not because you were pretending to get the jokes just to seem all intellectual.
9. Your loved ones tire of you spouting clichéd “The book was better” diatribes.
But you know better. Yes, yes you do. It’s not your fault the philistines haven’t picked up a work of fine literature since the Carter administration!
10. When other people incorrectly use the term “postmodernism,” a little portion of your soul disappears forever in a puff of suicidal depression.
Just because a work of art existed in the postmodern period does not inherently make it an adherent to the movement’s tenets!!
11. You have a crush on David Sedaris or Sarah Vowell.
It is a well-documented phenomenon that all modern-day bibliophiles find their hearts set aflutter at the mere mention of either David Sedaris or Sarah Vowell. You can’t argue with this statement. It’s science.
12. You have ardently argued that comic books deserve to be considered literature on par with more “acceptable” formats like short stories and novels.
And anyone who disagrees will likely be converted to your mindset after reading MausWatchmen,Persepolis or a volume of American Splendor.
13. Seeing “Based on the bestselling novel by…” in a movie trailer makes you dizzy.
Step outside, take a deep breath and sink $12 on a small Sprite to settle your stomach. It’ll all be over soon.
14. You’d read in the car if you could.
Some of the more daring bibliophiles amongst us are probably guilty of sneaking in a page or 2 at red lights…
15. Better yet, you take public transportation for reasons other than cost and the environment.
Because trains, buses and subways afford oh-so-much reading time that would otherwise be spent behind the wheel of a boring ol’ car.
16. Used, local and specialty bookstores are your kryptonite.
After a certain point, taking up crystal meth as a hobby may actually be kinder to one’s wallet than bibliophilia. But books don’t turn your teeth into pumice, which generally tips one’s favor towards the more expensive pursuit.
17. The New York Times Review of Books is among your browser bookmarks.
Even if their opinions boil your blood with the white-hot fury of a thousand supernovas, you still pop onto the site regularly to stay on top of the latest news and trends in the literary world.
18. You start a book blog just for the ARCs.
Setting up shop as an online literary critic opens the doors to receiving free books in the mail from eager publicists and authors who want to hear your opinions on what you did and did not like about them!
19. You ? your local library.
Whether you volunteer your time, money or old books, you do whatever you can to spread your love of the library and its myriad opportunities faster than Barry Allen on a caffeine bender.
20. You find Belle the least offensive of the Disney princesses.
Sure, she teaches young women about the joys of miring yourself in Stockholm syndrome! But shedoes enjoy reading and intellectual pursuits, which makes her slightly less misogynistic than the other aggressively marketed Disney ladies.
21. You know what the thunderclap that heralded the fall of Adam and Eve sounds like.
Bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!!!
22. You own a cat, a grand selection of tea and/or coffee, an all-purpose tote bag for shopping (that may or may not be constructed of post-consumer recycled products), a knitting habit or some combination thereof.
For some reason, every passionate literary connoisseur inevitably possesses one or more of those 4 items. Nobody knows why. Not even science.
23. You know very well that used book stores are not where stimulating reads go to die.
It’s a cliché to compare used bookstores to finding diamonds in the rough and treasures in the sands and princes among frogs…but it’s actually the most apt way to describe a visit. Great books certainly do crop up while slogging through bubbleheaded swill by Meg Cabot and Sophie Kinsella.
24. Oprah’s Book Club makes you want to destroy something beautiful.
Sure she encourages her flock to pick up undeniable classics like The Color PurpleSong of Solomonand East of Eden, but these were already well-respected works. As much as she poses, Oprah never actually had a hand in discovering the writers OR their novels. When she’s left to her own devices, A Million Little Pieces happens.
25. Substance abuse seems glamorous and edgy.
William Faulkner and Ernest Hemingway both won the Nobel Prize in spite of possessing livers that looked like the Toxic Avenger. Hunter S. Thompson must have managed to score the Teddy Roosevelt of immune systems, because that’s just about the only reasonable explanation regarding his ability to stay out of the hospital and get work done. All brilliant literary figures…all suffering from very serious psychological issues that needed addressing. Substance abuse should be considered a wrenching tragedy, not a writing strategy.
26. You actually know the difference between you’re/your, they’re/their/there and it’s/its.
And you deserve a pat on the back for it! Just don’t get cocky and start correcting everyone else in a condescending tone, OK?
27. You feel an overwhelmingly compelling need to refer to every cockroach you encounter as “Gregor.”
Bibliophiles living in Houston especially struggle with this problem.
28. The social events you look forward to most either involve the library, readings or lectures.
And why not? They’re excellent networking opportunities that provide great insight into an author’s beliefs and creative processes – not to mention exposure to exciting new literature! Plus, it’s a great way to meet cute boys and girls in sweater-vests.
The ending probably wrenched your heart out, grilled it up on a George Foreman, slapped it in a blender and forced it all down your panicking throat, didn’t it?
30. You think Kindles, Nooks, iPads and other electronic books take a little something away from the reading experience.
Just kidding! That actually makes you a Luddite.
31. You long to attend the Bloomsday Festival.
It really is a great event, and any bibliophile with the resources to hit up Dublin on June 16th would do well to attend. Even if Joyce isn’t your thing, it’s still very worthwhile, largely gratis and highly literate fun.
32. You know that irony is not rain on your wedding day or a free ride, but you’ve already paid.
Irony is selling an heirloom pocket watch to purchase beautiful combs for your wife’s luscious hair, only to find out she cut it and bought you a chain for the timepiece with the money. But who would have thought it figured?
33. Your solutions to any sociopolitical problem inevitably involve references to eating babies.
If a peer gets the reference and laughs, you are in good company. If a peer does not get the reference and laughs, you probably should examine his or her motives first before judging them a sociopath. They could just be harmless internet denizens in their downtime.
34. You prefer the term “erotica.”
Anaïs Nin certainly possessed enviable writing talent worthy of study and inclusion on numerous “Best of…” lists. But even if you slap a more elegant, euphamistic label on it, porn is still porn.
35. You worship Mignon Fogarty.
She is the one woman preventing the English language from devolving entirely into YouTube comments.
36. You’ve read the Bible, even though you’re not Christian.
Much of the “Western” literary canon built itself upon Christianity’s teachings, and a familiarity with them definitely renders the entirety of the Medieval period almost comprehensible.
37. You participate in LibriVox (or similar organization).
LibriVox and its ilk bring bibliophiles together to record public domain or licensed works of literature so that the visually impaired can enjoy them! All of them make for ideal volunteering opportunities for book junkies.
38. You know that Iceberg Slim is not a frozen cigarette that sank the Titanic.
Granted, most people probably wouldn’t think that anyways. But you get the idea.
39. You appreciate the Coen Brothers more than most people.
The Coen Brothers are the Talking Heads of the film industry – whip smart, undeniably legendary and highly, highly literate.
40. You actually read the included supplementary material.
To you, the forwards, afterwards and essays included in a volume deserve careful perusal just as much as the actual novels themselves.
41. The word “abridged” gives you a migraine.
Or, alternately, it sends you into an unstoppable rant about how abridging a story compromises the author’s original intent – even if the author him- or herself approved of the changes in the first place!
42. You love incorporating books into your home décor.
Some of the more intense cases among you may pick out tomes you love with covers that convey the specific aesthetic you desire. The bibliophiliac community is split over interior designers who construct furniture and other decorative items out of old books.
43. NPR holds a special place in your heart.
Not everyone agrees with NPR’s politics, but bibliophiles of all types flock to NPR’s reviews, interviews and news regarding the latest and greatest works of literary art.
44. You have one specific genre or subgenre that you absolutely hate and avoid at all costs.
And you know you hate it because you have actually read several books from the genre at hand. Right?
45. Broken spines seem almost like injuries.
More serious bibliophiles tend to anthropomorphize their collections on occasion, and breaking the spines of books almost makes them weep in empathy for its pain.
46. You sell your clothes and other possessions before you sell your books.
When bibliophiles need a little extra money quickly, they’d much rather dump their clothes and other necessities onto resale shops instead of hauling a load to a local shop specializing in used volumes.
47. You hate moving.
Not because you’re antisocial or agoraphobic, but because packing and unpacking hundreds – if not thousands – of books is a real pain in the patootie.
48. You’re reluctant to lend out your books.
Sure, you want to nurture a love and appreciation of the written word in your friends and loved ones. But what if they bend the spine? What if they dogear the pages? WHAT IF THEY SPILL COFFEE ON IT?!?! OH GOD THE THOUGHT OF IT JUST KILLS ME!!!
49. You consider dogearing a sacrilege.
Though a venial sin compared to the mortal offense of breaking a book’s spine, dogearing still compromises its delicate structure.
50. You never walk out of a bookstore empty-handed.
Even if you walk into a bookstore with no particular purchase in mind, you always seem to throw down the debit card for something that popped out. Always. Invariably.
51. You usually carry around 2 books at a time.
Because you never know when you’ll find yourself with some welcome free time. Unfortunately, said welcome free time may mean you finish your current read and need to start up on its follow-up.
52. Most of your volunteer work involves literacy.
When they want to give back to the community, most passionate bibliophiles look for charitable organizations that involve teaching people how to read, distributing books at shelters, reading to the elderly or blind and other literary causes.
53. When library hours get slashed, you faint like a Victorian lady listening to a bawdy story about ankle exposure.
Sadly, many libraries across the world have been forced to scale back their hours due to budget cuts. Bibliophiles responded to the news by contracting the vapors, and many sustained unfortunate head injuries as they crumpled to the floor in grief.
54. You spend hours upon hours browsing TVTropes.org.
Don’t let the name fool you – TVTropes.org dissects storytelling, plot and character devices from ALL media. Prepare to lose significant expanses of time once you discover what people have written about your favorite books.
55. You got grounded often as a kid.
Not because you were an ill-behaved demon child, but rather because your parents always caught you huddled beneath your blankets with a flashlight in one hand and a book in the other. Also it was 2 AM. Also you had a math test the next morning.
56. You know that the answer to life, the universe and everything is 42.
You also know how to properly mix a pan-galactic gargle blaster and the importance of bringing a towel with you wherever you go.
57. You can tell the difference between British and American English…
It’s a lot more than just “colour” vs. “color,” and you know it! Bonus points for any readers able to pick out Canadian English without any external hints.
58. …yet you frequently write in a blend of both.
Hey, it happens. Bibliophiles who pull double-duty as writers oftentimes find themselves merging grammatical and spelling conventions from British and American English without even realizing it. Kind of like Madonna’s accent, only not faked for attention.
59. You don’t take an iPod to the gym.
No amount of Lady Gaga’s warbling can get you up and moving quite like a favored book. There’s a reason why treadmills often come with a mechanism to support a chosen read…
60. You didn’t join a book club…you started one.
And you actually set up said book club so participants actually read rather than guzzle down wine, gossip about how Betty’s wife left her for a nubile young flight attendant and discuss why Mr. Darcy is OMG HOT and why every man ever should just drop everything and be him.
61. When walking through heavily-wooded areas, you are often disappointed to find no sign of the Ents.
A talking tree?! Are you mad?!
62. Every kid in your English class hated you.
It wasn’t out of pretentiousness that you always had the right answer or a viable alternate character interpretation! Honest! Relax. You’re among good company here, though. We believe you.
63. You enjoy reading the more obscure works in a popular writer’s oeuvre.
Even in the (frequent) incidents when a renowned literary figure’s best works remain the most popular, bibliophiles still love delving into their lesser-known writings with the burning desire to discover overlooked treasures.
64. You eagerly hope that future generations of humans grow beaks and seal-like flippers after evolving from shipwreck victims stranded on an isolated island.
(See what I did there?)
65. Someone always gives you a fancy bookmark as a gift every year…
Bibliophiles are actually quite easy to shop for, provided you don’t actually buy them books (they’re particular, you know). Just buy them a lovely, fancy bookmark for their birthdays and watch the gratitude unfold.
66. …and you usually use 2-4 at a time.
Many bibliophiles suffer from a particular form of ADD unique to their kind. Rather than reading 1 book at a time, they often have a multitude of different books going simultaneously. Usually this has to do with a read corresponding to a particular mood, though not infrequently do literature junkies simply grow too excited to wait.
67. You have a hard time eating sausage.
Thanks, Upton Sinclair!
68. Friends and family think you’re crazy for re-reading certain books.
At least once in his or her life, someone close to a bibliophile has honestly inquired as to why he or she feels the need to read literary works more than once. This is usually accompanied by a concerned, though rarely condescending, tone of voice. The same tone of voice parents usually use when asking teenagers if they’re on drugs.
If it hasn’t happened to you yet, it will.
69. You used to spend recess reading.
Leave dodgeball to the troglodytes! There are worlds to explore! People to meet! Establishments to fight!
70. You are conflicted over the thought of writing on the pages.
Taking notes inside a book itself saves both paper and time. But it also starts cluttering up the pages and making re-reads much more difficult. This is a very serious issue that divides families and friends, if not individuals themselves.
71. You own multiple editions of the same book.
This also includes multiple translations of the same book as well. You know you’ve done it at least once. Don’t lie to me!
72. You go out of your way to place writers and their works into the proper context in order to best understand the book at hand.
Had Ignatius Rising not come out, nobody would have been able to figure out that John Kennedy Toole struggled with his sexuality and possessed mommy issues rivaled only by Buster Bluth.
73. You critically refer to the British as “imperialists.”
After exposure to enough postcolonialism, everyone does. Even some of the British. This mindset also applies to the Dutch, European-Americans and Spanish as well, depending on the literature consumed.
74. You know how to get away with (axe) murder.
Be a gravely poor former law student, possess altruistic intentions and spend 532 pages wallowing in existential torment regarding a spiritual status extremely similar to – yea, frequently misunderstood for – Nietzsche’s theory of the Übermensch.
75. You really, really, really, really, really, really, really like books.
At the end of the day, isn’t that more or less the literal definition of “bibliophile” when translated from the original Greek?
There’s no need to be afraid. You’re certainly not flying solo on this frequently bleak chunk of metal rocketing through an expansive, lonely cosmos. Just relax and embrace who you are, what you are. We certainly love you for it.

Happiness and the Friendship of Books

November 3rd, 2010

Last week I was at a bookstore and picked up a book titled, The Quest of Happiness by Newell Dwight Hillis. I opened the cover and saw that the bookstore owner had written a price of “$Free. Enjoy!‘ What a great thing to find that the quest of happiness is free.  The title is from 1902 and this was a 1906 reprint, so it had no value in terms of collectability, but I happened to browse through it and opened up to a chapter entitled, “Happiness and the Friendship of Books“. As this book is not under copyright, I thought it would a good idea to share some of the wonderful written words with you. I hope you enjoy.

AMONG a man’s most helpful friends let us make a large place for books. They are the tools of the mind. Their function is increase the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. In the very highest sense they are the true labor saving devices. What the loom does for the fingers what the engine does for the feet what the telescope does for the eye that and more books do for reason and for memory. They hasten man’s intellectual steps they push back the intellectual horizon they increase the range of his vision they sow intellectual harvests otherwise impossible and reap treasures quite beyond the reach of the unaided reason. In the physical realm tools have created more wealth in the past half century than the world had accumulated in the previous eighteen centuries. And it is not too much to say that those intellectual tools named books have increased the sum of knowledge gathered in the past century to an even greater degree than the increase in physical treasure. Strip man of his tools and he becomes a savage. Take away his reaper and he be comes a hunter of game. Take away his looms and he stands forth clothed with a coat of skins. Take away his engine and his ship and he is an ignorant peasant. Take away his gunpowder and he becomes a serf owned by the baron. Nor is it otherwise in the realm of wisdom. Strip man of his books and his papers and he becomes a mere slave ignorant of his own resources ignorant of his own rights and opportunities. The difference between the free citizen of to day and the savage of yesterday is almost entirely a thing of books.
Plato was indeed a scholar despite the fact that he had to gain his knowledge by observation conversation and listening to speakers as he asked and answered questions but the world has had only one Plato. The man who dislikes books can never be entirely happy and he who loves a good book can never be wholly miserable. If we would understand what those intellectual tools named books have really done for man we must imagine some youth entering this earthly scene and left to find out everything for himself. Let the youth be an Apollo in his health and beauty with a vigorous and hungry mind and with untiring ambition. Nevertheless he can do but very little without books. His eyes can see but to a little distance for that curtain named the horizon shuts down at a distance of only nine miles.
Yet the earth is 25,000 miles around some 24,991 miles entirely out of the of his observation. Even when he begins observe and his knowledge goes beyond limit of the nine miles his threescore years and ten soon prove to be all too short. If he begins to study the crystals and the handwriting on the rocks he will find that the writing is in letters so fine and intricate that it has taken thousands of men living as long as he to search out the key of the mystery and to decipher the pages. While the knowledge of the stars would mean thousands of years of life for an astronomer to master all the facts for himself. Indeed one great mind must give itself to the study of the butterflies and another to the birds one to the rose one to the apple one to the grape one to intellect another to emotion and another to will and so of the innumerable objects for observation. Before the youth has even begun his task old age will be upon him. And even though personal observation and experience do enable the youth to map out but a small portion of the earth’s surface conversation can do but little more. In the first place the youth will have time to see but a few people each day and there are hundreds of millions to be seen. Also perhaps his community will hold only a few really great men and they will be so busy that the youth will be fortunate if he can see them one or two evenings in the week.
How infinitely rich our world. Man live he ever so long will have time to break off only one bough from an infinite orchard. Unaided he sits in his little hut and starves to death. Then come the great men of the world bringing their books for guidance and instruction In the Middle Ages there was one strong man in the community named the baron in his castle. Now this baron was strong because of helpers. That he might be free to think and study one servant brought him wood another went forth to sow and reap the wheat another brought in the wheat converted it into bread one cared for his horses another servant cared for his flocks and when a thousand men had toiled to fill the castle with instruments of use and beauty the baron’s life became strong and happy. And so it is in the realm of knowledge.

Every youth is a kind of intellectual prince who is waited upon by those noble servants named books and their authors. When the youth sits down by the winter’s fire one writer says ‘Here is the sum of my fifty years study of beetles and birds’. And another ‘Here is the record of my travels in the arctics’. And another, ‘Here is the story of fifty years in the tropic forests’ And another ‘Here is the full record of a lifetime of examination of the Pyramids with the Egyptian tombs and temples’. Only instead of this intellectual prince having a hundred friends and servants each one of whom has toiled a lifetime in his chosen department the youth finds himself surrounded by perhaps ten thousand friends and helpers. Little wonder that rapidly his knowledge is up. His mental riches grow by leaps and bounds. These intellectual tools change boy into a mental giant. His culture and character take on strange solidity and size. The coral reefs grow cell by cell. Each little deposit means the life of the being that has sacrificed itself. Character also is the sum of many littles and grows by accumulation.
The books of great men enter into civilization and the very structure of society. Now for these reasons the history of human is largely the history of books. Indeed during those long dark centuries before printing press was discovered the world forward so slowly that we may say there no progress but only stagnation. The era began when the printing press came its stranger incitements. Just why the could not advance without the book a problem easy to be understood. Consider a book makes it possible for one generation to begin where another leaves off. Of necessity the father no matter what wisdom he had accumulated through travel and study dying left his knowledge behind him. No Herodotus travelling in foreign lands can return home to bequeath the results of his travel and studies to his infant child. Solomon ranges the world for wisdom. And yet this wisest of men in death knows that his little child must begin just where his father the great king began. … And yet consider that until books came no matter how far into the forests the father blazed the pathway and marked out the points of danger when he fell in the forest his little babe at home grew up to begin just where his father began therefore there was no social advance. Little wonder that the pathway was strewn with wrecks. Little wonder that the son’s craft struck the same rock that his father’s craft had foundered on. The son standing beside the dying father was conscious of a deep longing to find out some way by which a father could gather up what accumulated knowledge he has concerning rocks and beasts and savage men and poisons and foods and place that knowledge in the hand of his child as a guide book to the pathway of life. Therefore it is impossible to overestimate the gains for the individual in the registration of experience in books.

…From this view point the book represents the greatest intellectual possession which man has ever achieved. It is God’s richest gift to His earthly children. The book as a tool for the intellect does not stand upon the same level as the tool for the hands and the feet. It is not a star shining amid the other stars; it is a sun eclipsing the other stars by very excess of light.

There is much more to this chapter and some great words on the art of the novel, but I will perhaps save that for another day.