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The Top Ten Books on my “Books Wanted” List

Wednesday, November 25th, 2009

I may have mentioned that I have a large library. I started out collecting “hypermodern” (which in my case meant “post-Neuromancer“) science fiction (with some fantasy and horror works and authors thrown in for good measure), and once I had collected everything I wanted there, I started going after every important post-World War II SF work. That collection is by no means complete, but I’ve made considerable progress toward it.

With that in mind, I recently compiled a list of the top ten hardback first editions on my (considerably larger) want list that I was most interested in picking up. Here it is:

  1. James Blish’s A Case of Conscience (Faber & Faber)
  2. Robert E. Howard’s The Sword of Conan (Gnome Press)
  3. Robert E. Howard’s The Coming of Conan (Gnome Press)
  4. Alfred Bester’s Tiger! Tiger! (Sidgwick & Jackson)
  5. Philip K. Dick’s Dr. Bloodmoney (Gregg Press)
  6. R. A. Lafferty’s With Horns on Their Head (Pendragon Press HB)
  7. R. A. Lafferty’s Funnyfingers & Cabrito (Pendragon Press HB)
  8. Jack Vance’s Book of Dreams (Underwood/Miller)
  9. Manly Wade Wellman’s Giants from Eternity (Avalon)
  10. Richard Matheson’s Born of Man and Woman (Chamberline Press)

These are all books that I not only want, but think I have a reasonable shot at picking up at a price I can afford. There are lots of first editions priced like Unobtanium (Stanley G. Weinbaum’s Dawn of Flame, H. P. Lovecraft’s The Outsider and Others, the Unwin-Hyman true firsts of all three books in J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings, etc.) that i would pick up if I saw cheap, but don’t expect to come across.

Anyway, if you have nice copies any of the above, and if you’re willing to sell it to me considerably cheaper than can be found on Bookfinder.com, drop me an email at lawrenceperson@gmail.com and I’ll consider it.

In the Mail: Michael Shea Gets His Cthulhu Mythos On

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009

Added the following to my library (and copies are also available through Lame Excuse Books):

Shea, Michael (S.T. Joshi, editor). Copping Squid and Other Mythos Tales. Perilous Press, 2009. First edition hardback, one of only 750 hardback trade copies, a Fine copy in a Fine dust jacket, new, still in shrink wrap. All the Cthulhu Mythos tales by the excellent, World Fantasy Award-winning author of Nifft the Lean. I expect this to be very popular. $30.

Books I added to my library this week

Sunday, November 15th, 2009

And now some book geeking, for those interested in same.

All first edition hardbacks:

  • Howard, Robert E. Conan the Barbarian. Gnome Press, 1954. Fine copy in a Fine- dj with very slight fading to spine. Bought from a book dealer off the Internet.
  • King, Stephen. Under the Dome. Simon & Schuster, 2009. Signed/limited edition (which came out just before the trade), one of reportedly 1,500 copies signed by King, a Fine copy in a Fine dust jacket, with limited edition trading cards, a belly band, better paper than the trade edition, and full-color maps on the endpapers. Bought pre-publication from the publisher.
  • Lansdale, Joe R. Vanilla Ride. Random House, 2009. The latest Hap & Leonard novel. Would have bought a copy off Joe at Armadillocon, but all he had were second printings. From Half Price Books.
  • Moorcock, Michael. The Opium General. Harrap, 1984. A Fine copy in a Fine dust jacket. From Half Price Books. Formerly Scott Cupp’s copy.

The Economics of Writing (sucks)

Thursday, November 12th, 2009

John Scalzi on a writer’s income, or rather lack thereof.

Most of these are more true than not. I’m probably in a better position than most, because:

  • I have a day job, and have had a day job of one sort or another (with occasional gaps as long as nine months) for the entirety of my adult life.
  • I’m a cheap bastard. Save my bookshelves, just about every piece of furniture I’ve added to my house was someone else’s castoff, so my house resembles that distinctive decorating style known as “Early College Student.” My TV is an old non-HD hand-me-down. My phone is the cheapest piece-of-crap Verizon had five years ago (and I’ve since replaced it with a used copy of the same model bought cheap off eBay); I suspect Fisher-Price now sells a phone with more functions. It only took me five years to decide that I could finally afford to buy a $10 spoon rest. (You get the idea.)
  • I’m paranoid enough to always keep a good chunk of money in the bank for emergencies. (That’s also why I paid off all the bills I wracked up in my 20s in my early 30s.) Given the additional uncertainties here in the era of Hope and Change, I’ve recently doubled that amount. As former Intel Chairman Andy Grove was wont to say, “Only the paranoid survive.”

I would mention that my health has generally been pretty robust (certainly nothing like the host of maladies that, say, poor George Alec Effinger suffered), but that’s just asking The Giant Frying Pan of Fate to whack you upside the head for tempting it so. So (*cough*) I guess (*wheeze*) I won’t. (*Uh-oh*.)

Anyway, I’m doing a lot better than some, but I’m always looking out for ways to add to my financial cushion, the better to keep the wolves a few steps further from my door. A working spouse would be nice. If you’re an attractive single female, the line forms to the right. (No shoving and, as always, please, no wagering.)

By the way, on a completely unrelated note, I’ve added a Paypal donation button to this page…

Books Read: John Kennedy Toole’s A Confederacy of Dunces

Wednesday, October 28th, 2009

I thought it was time for some modern literature to come around on the guitar, and John Kennedy Toole’s A Confederacy of Dunces is one of the Pulitzer Prize winners I had in my Nearly Infinite Library. (Others in there that I considered (and the reasons for not reading them just now) were Michael Chabon’s The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay (slightly longer than what I was looking to read), Larry McMurtry’s Lonesome Dove (much larger than I was looking for; I would have had trouble fitting it my bag to carry to work), Cormac McCarthy’s The Road (more depressing than I was looking for right now), Alice Walker’s The Color Purple (not in the mood), Michael Cunningham’s The Hours (looks like a snoozer), and Richard Ford’s Independence Day (don’t know much about).) (I also have National Book Award winners like Ha Jin’s Waiting, Dennis Johnson’s Tree of Smoke, Philip Roth’s Sabbath’s Theater, and Don Delillo’s White Noise on tap, should the Pulitzer prove an insufficiently target-rich literary environment…) And it had a reputation as a funny book. And it is pretty funny, albeit not in the same league as Joseph Heller’s Catch-22 or Barry Hughart’s Bridge of Birds. It’s the story of Ignatius Riley, a lazy, overeducated asshole who annoys the living shit out of every single person he crosses paths with (most of whom are even dimmer and less self-aware than the protagonist, though none as irritating). It’s virtues are those of satire rather than a plot that gets more interesting as you go along. It’s also notable as a detailed evocation of a particular time and place (New Orleans in the 1960s), though it wasn’t published (posthumously) until 1980. Though I didn’t love it as much as some swooning critics, I did enjoy it much more than the last literary novel I read with an irritating asshole as the protagonist (J.D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye). There’s also something almost quaint about a plot point involving the police busting a school pornography ring. Today you have to assume that the average high schooler has access to unlimited pornographic vistas thanks to the wonder of the Internet…

I don’t have to do this yet

Wednesday, October 21st, 2009

Emphasis on the yet:

Stairway bookcase.