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Acquisitions: Ann Arbor, July 2018

For me, reading a book is paramount, but almost as interesting to me are the circumstances surrounding the acquisition of the book itself. Below is the first in an occasional series about my book acquisition adventures.

Julie, Maddie and I spent the weekend in Ann Arbor, doing a college visit to the University of Michigan. After a few hours of touring the campus, we turned our attention to downtown Ann Arbor, which is full of restaurants and interesting shops. In the Kerrytown neighborhood, we spent a long time in Hollander's, where Julie was hunting for bookbinding paper. Bookbinding (inevitably) interests me, though I've never done it myself, so instead of the vast inventory of papers I found myself enthralled by the largest store display of Edward Gorey works that I've ever seen. Gorey has fascinated me ever since first seeing the opening credits of Mystery! on PBS back in the 1980s, and I've picked up a few of his things in the past. I was quite pleased to find his Thoughful Alphabets: The Just Dessert and The Deadly Blotter, in a beautiful little edition from Pomegranate. Gorey's alphabets were 26-word stories, with each word beginning with one letter of the alphabet (with a bit of fudging over x; instead of abusing the limited supply of words like xylophone and x-ray, he used words like expect and explain instead). A few years ago I actually wrote my own thoughful alphabet story, "The Afternoon Party", which was published in the online journal Goreyesque. The Pomegranate edition has what are apparently the only two of his thoughtful alphabet stories that he also illustrated himself (the others just had clip art), which clinched it for me. I just had to buy it, and did.

Then, after dinner and drinks, we made our way to the excellent Literati Bookstore, which was only two blocks from our hotel. I've been reading Michelle Dean's Sharp: The Women Who Made an Art of Having an Opinion, which included a chapter about Mary McCarthy, whose name I had heard of but knew nothing else about. She wrote a couple of big fiction books in the 1940s and 1950s (The Company She Keeps and The Group) before turning mostly to nonfiction; The Oasis is her lesser-known novella that was published between those two books, a satire that lampoons idealistic intellectuals, with many of the characters being barely-disguised members of her own social circle. That wicked premise would have been more than enough to lure me in, but even better is that Literati had the edition that was put out by Melville House, one of my favorite publishers; combine that with a beautiful summer night and a couple of good whiskies still buzzing through my brain, and the purchase was made. It will be one of the first books I read after my Summer of Welty ends.

July 9, 2018 in Books | Permalink