Rare Books - The lighter side of book collecting
Rare books have always had a fascination.
For many years I have frequented bookshops, amassing
items that I enjoyed reading. Starting with Giles annuals
twenty years ago (when they averaged about forty pence each, a
bit less for the older ones, now worth tens or hundreds of
pounds), and then moving on to first editions, it has always been
a happy way of passing an hour or two. In a new town, armed with
a copy of the 'Book Browsers Guide' an entertaining afternoon
could be spent tracking down the secondhand bookshops in the
area.
In order to find better value items, I also began scouring jumble
sales and car boot sales for lost gems. Car boot sales are
generally fairly civilised affairs, apart from the first five
minutes after the arrival of a new seller, when a swarm of
bargain hunters descend on the broken fondue sets and curling
tongs. Fortunately not many people go to car boot sales to buy
first ditions, so you have a pretty free hand.
Jumble sales however are quite another story and are not for the
faint-hearted. I occasionally encountered cartels of stout ladies
who effectively ruled out any possibility of getting to any of
the items on offer. I thought it was my imagination at first, but
these people actually hunt in packs. Unless you are in the
clique, they will not let you get within three yards of the
Nearly New stall laden with all those ill-fitting jerseys in loud
colours.
With luck, you may find a separate book stall where you at least
have a chance of finding a bargain, but you have to be on top of
your form to keep up with the regular jumblers. For all that, in
one marvellous morning I endured incredulous stares as I gathered
up twenty five Elinor Brent-Dyer schoolgirl yarns, in the vain
hope that they might be valuable. When I got them home and looked
them up I found that they were all first editions in dustwrappers
and worth around eight pounds each.
I eventually gave up hunting for at jumble sales when I
realised that I was being beaten to bargains by other book
enthusiasts who seemed always to be a few ahead of me in the
queue. One of these men, whom I followed around local jumble
sales for a few months, is now one of the top dealers in
children's titles in the country.
The book trade seems to have more than its share of amiable
eccentrics. Many years ago I regularly used to visit a secondhand
bookshop in Winchester where I saw a tall man selling every
conceivable magazine to a steady stream of customers. All around
him were precarious piles around which the
punters picked their way to the counter. One day I heard a man
inquire of the shopkeeper hopefully if "by chance you have a copy
of the Radio Times?" Instantly he replied "No sir, not by chance,
but by pure business acumen". He always greeted me with a
cheerful smile, then a furrowed brow as he tried to recall if he
had anything in stock that might interest me. His unerring
accuracy in his directions ("about halfway down the pile on the
fourth stair I think sir") always amazed me.
I sold stock I didn't want via advertisements and catalogues. My
first advert led to a dozen calls for one book, and none for any
of the others. The very first telephone call which I had was from
a young lady who inquired if that was "Mr. Berkshire". "No,
sorry, wrong number" I replied quickly, and on my way back to my
chair, the unlikely coincidence of the thing started to dawn on
me. Sure enough, two minutes later the telephone rang again, and
a poorly disguised voice asked again for Mr. Newbury, and
explained that she had not had the advertisement with her last
time she rang.
Another caller's opening gambit was to proudly announce that he
had a twelve inch Zebedee. I expressed my amazement, and he
followed up by asking if I had similar Dougal, Florence or Brian
toys available as he collected Magic Roundabout memorabilia.
Another customer collected "everything to do with John Noakes",
the Blue Peter presenter.
A few things about the book business seemed frankly bizarre when
encountered for the first time. I remember being somewhat bemused
by a book being described as "suitable only for reading". It
sounded a bit like a refrigerator that was only fit for keeping
things cold, or a kettle that you could only boil water in - not
really a major disadvantage one would have thought.
A moment's reflection, however, is enough to realise that to a
collector of anything, whether it is stamps, postcards or
tea-pots, condition is all important. In fact to a collector,
actually reading a book is often secondary to having it in
his collection. Frequently I have purchased first editions
when I already have a paperback copy. In the unlikely
event that I wanted to read "Casino Royale", I could buy a
paperback copy for a few pounds, rather than spend a few thousand
pounds on a first edition in a dustwrapper. In many cases, a
collector will not actually read a book before proudly putting it
on the shelf to join his collection. Hence, when a book is
described as "suitable only for reading" or "a reading copy" it
simply means that it has no real value to a collector because it
is in poor condition. However, most are usually all right
for reading even if the boards are tea stained and the spine
broken.
In order for a book to be valuable, it has, with the exception of
very scarce items such as first editions of "Alice's Adventures in
Wonderland" or "Samuel Pepys Diary", to be in good condition, and
complete. This means that it should also have a dustwrapper if it
was published with one. In fact, in many cases the presence of a
dustwrapper (the paper cover supplied on most items published
since around the turn of the century) can increase the value of a
considerably. Things like this can be surprising at
first. However, as soon as you get away from the idea of printed items
being simply things that you read, to considering them as
an investment, the reasons become clear.
In conclusion, if you are thinking of investing in rare
books be prepared to engage in some odd conversations and to meet
some eccentric people. Invest only in areas in which you have a
genuine interest, be it childrens, modern first editions,
or antiquarian. This is a sound principle no matter what
business you are entering. And finally, if you come across a nice
Giles Annual from 1945 at a jumble sale, give me a ring. I'll
give you double what you paid for it.
'I love being a writer, what I can't stand is the paperwork' - Peter de Vries
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