Sunday, November 22, 2015

Adam Johnson, "Fortune Smiles" (signed 1st edition, winner of the 2015 National Book Award)

Didn't see this coming: Adam Johnson, who previously won the Pulitzer Prize for The Orphan Master's Son, won the National Book Award this week for Fortune Smileshis first collection of short stories. I've not read Fortune Smiles yet; it's been on my shelf since August. It's one of those strange books that I am certain is perfectly great but non-essential as far as prioritizing it up the to-be-read pile. Now that the National Book Award have decorated it, I be giving it a shot sooner than I'd originally planned. (Superficially, it's great to see a collection of short fiction where the pieces run as long as 50-60 pages.)

This is a signed first edition (on a tipped-in page) that I picked up from Community Bookstore in Park Slope:

And, the colophon:

There are a lot of these out there in the $50 range, so there's still time for you collectors to snag a copy at a relatively reasonable price.

Currently reading:
Tony Tulathimutte, Private Citizens

Currently listening to:
Max Richter, "From Sleep"

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Nick Cave, King Ink (Black Spring Press, 1988)

My wife and I recently took some photos of our apartment with the hopes that we might be listed on some design blogs. It's particularly fun for a book collector to come up with some stylizes stacks - here's one we used for my bedside featuring a few books by Nick Cave. Let's take a look at 1988's lyric book King Ink, published by Black Spring Press.

This is a collection of lyrics and poems from Nick Cave's Birthday Party and Bad Seeds albums. It's interesting to see how these fit into the Nick Cave timeline - the book came out before Tender Prey, but includes a handful of songs like "The Mercy Seat" and "Crow Jane" that had yet to make it to studio albums.

Also included are some great pages of handwritten lyric pages full of little drawings. Here's the page for one of my favorite Bad Seeds songs, "Sad Waters":

For reference, here's a photo of the colophon:

Currently reading:
Numero Zero by Umberto Eco

Currently listening:
"From Sleep" by Max Richter

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

David Mitchell, Slade House limited edition (signed and personalized in New York)

My limited edition copy of David Mitchell's Slade House arrived just in time yesterday: tonight Mitchell did a reading at the 92nd Street Y and I was able to get my book personalized after the event. I'm about 60 pages into Slade House and it's already a really fun, old-fashioned spooky read: described by Mitchell as a "pententacled monsterette," Slade House tells in five parts an eerie tale about a haunted house that consumes an unsuspecting guest every nine years. And, to consume Mitchell fans in a different way, the author integrates many of the mysteries and recurring motifs of his sprawling novel The Bone Clocks.

Whenever there's a new David Mitchell book, I always try to grab one of Sceptre's limited editions. They always feature alternate artwork, a slipcase, special endpapers and a ribbon, are signed and numbered, and consistently worth the $70 price that they can be obtained for online. They've done them since Black Swan Green, so you collectors should keep an eye out for that, Jacob de Zoet, and The Bone Clocks.

This is the book outside of its slipcase, featuring the fox-headed hairpin that Nathan's section introduces:

The endpapers look like the Slade House gardens, crossed with a Bone Clocks kind of maze:

Each copy of this limited edition is signed and numbered on a dedicated page. This is copy 1304/1500. 

My copy was personalized and dated on the title page:

And for a spooky finish, check out this clock on the back cover! It reads "TIME IS / TIME WAS / TIME IS NOT". How ominous.

Currently reading:
David Mitchell, Slade House

Monday, October 26, 2015

Ivan Vladislavic, The Folly (Archipelago Books, signed 1st paperback edition) (and a review of Double Negative, published by And Other Stories)

I recently picked up a few signed books by Ivan Vladislavic after an event in Park Slope in Brooklyn; this is The Folly, published last month by Archipelago Books. Archipelago does some great, inspiring work and their commitment to world literature is second to none (Karl Ove Knausgaard and Elias Khoury are among their active roster). Vladislavic is a South African writer who I discovered through And Other Stories out of the UK. The Folly is his first novel, which was first published in 1994. Although I missed Vladislavic read from The Folly I was lucky enough to pick up a signed copy (along with And Other Stories' 101 Detectives). I've not read The Folly yet but am looking forward to it -- I thought Double Negative and The Restless Supermarket were quite good and have read some great reviews of this one.

While we're on Vladislavic: in an effort to salvage some of my reviews from the recently shuttered Contemporary Literature, here is a 'reprint' of my text on the author's excellent novel Double Negative.

Double Negative by Ivan Vladislavic
Review by Jeff Alford
Originally published by Contemporary Literature

In a familiar fit of teenage malaise and political dissatisfaction, Neville Lister drops out of school and returns to his childhood Johannesburg home to the dismay of his parents. Finding his son's actions unacceptable, Nev’s father coordinates a meeting with Saul Auerbach, a professional photographer and family acquaintance, with the hope of providing his son a new perspective on the world around him. Auerbach (with a British journalist in tow) takes Nev on a day-long shoot driving through forgotten neighborhoods outside of Johannesburg. Perhaps unknown to Nev at the time, Auerbach teaches him valuable lessons about recognizing subtlety and nuance in the world around him: “The presence of a great photographer…the pressure of his calculating eye, created subject matter. Wherever you looked, you saw a photograph. Not just any photographer either: an Auerbach.”

Like Saul Auerbach, South African author Ivan Vladislavic waits for light, for shadows to expand and wane across an otherwise uneventful page. The developments of apartheid unfold fiercely offstage in Double Negative but can be seen glowing through the cracks of Vladislavic's stoic scenes. Double Negative doesn't place its readers deep amidst violence and protests, but instead takes them down under-traveled side streets, to placid scenes where drama unfolds slowly. Masterfully, Vladislavic imbues this slowness with the quiet hum of untapped significance.

Double Negative is divided into three sections, each around a decade apart. The novel's first section, “Available Light”, is set in the 1980s and serves as a kind of overture: both political and stylistic themes are introduced here that are developed over the remaining eras of the book. Readers may be surprised at the lack of action, but these scenes of driving with Auerbach unfold exactly as a photographer like Auerbach (or David Goldblatt, the real-life photographer on whom Auerbach is based) would orchestrate their shots. We wait and revisit the same characters until they begin to change, or seem to change among their roiling, fluid circumstances:

“Repetition. Things had begun to double. There must be a term for it. Is it a natural process or an historical one? Should it be encouraged or suppressed? Or simply endured? Perhaps every gesture will beget its twin, every action find an echo, every insight becomes a catechism, like some chain reaction that can never be halted. The concatenated universe.”

Vladislavic's restraint is admirable, as even among the most still moments one can find exemplified the author's complex photographic technique.

In “Available Light”, Auerbach and his accompanying cohorts initiate a challenge: each person would select a house to approach and engage with as an investigative photographer would. Here, their artistry borders on breaking and entering: they charm their way into the homes of strangers and mine their lives for poignancy. Vladislavic slyly brings the ethics of photography into focus in these scenes: Nev tells the readers later that Auerbach walked away that day with some of his most famous photographs, but it's difficult not to interpret the work as stolen.

Two of the three homes yield impressive results, and they decide to call it a day before engaging Nev's selection. In Double Negative’s second section, Nev is revealed to have grown into a semi-professional photographer living in London. The shadows of "Available Light" still flicker in Nev's mind: on a visit home he returns, alone, to the third home that he and Auerbach skipped. Nev and the home’s occupant begin a captivating and surreal relationship that, like his first visit to the neighborhood, continues to shape him as he further grows into adulthood.

While the great success of Double Negative is contingent upon its slow development, the novel’s subtlety and careful pace might turn off some readers. The excitement of Double Negative will develop upon a more broad reflection on the novel: taking the story on a thematic, technical level will reveal much greatness, hidden in plain sight.

Currently reading:
A Clue to the Exit by Edward St. Aubyn

Currently listening to:
The Undertones, "Teenage Kicks"

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Joe Brainard, New Work (Black Sparrow Press, 1973, signed and numbered)

Took last week off after enduring the Rhineback Fall Foliage half marathon, but am back with an exciting recent acquisition by one of my favorite artists/authors, Joe Brainard. This is New Work, which was published in 1973 by Black Sparrow Press. This is #6 of 200 signed and numbered copies bound in a silky red floral fabric - there were 26 lettered copies that came with an original drawing by Brainard (more on those later).

New Work compiles some poems and short prose pieces that Brainard originally self-published in various staple-bound zines and poetry pamphlets. It's only about 50 pages but a fantastic selection, including this gem:

Now, as a collector I've been ridiculously tempted by these lettered Brainard books - there are a few out there, including The Vermont Notebook (with John Ashbery) and Kenward Elmslie's Circus Nerves. I've seen a lot of these and while it's great to see original ink drawings, they're not particularly special pieces. I've seen a drawing of a fence, a house, a toothbrush. These are priced high but somewhat within reach after a year or so of saving up. I've held out for years thinking I'd find one at a more reasonable price, but instead I found some original collages on eBay. I'll post some really exciting finds once they come back from the framer! 

Currently reading:
Keeping an Eye Open by Julian Barnes

Currently listening to:
Kurt Vile, "b'lieve i'm goin' down"

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Chris Ware, Ira Glass and Tim Samuelson, LOST BUILDINGS ("an on-stage radio and picture collaboration")

As a fan of Chris Ware, I've seen this book Lost Buildings circulating on eBay and abebooks for close to a decade and only recently did I finally pick one up. Like Ware's first book Floyd Farland, Lost Buildings had a strange sort of "rarity" surrounding it that I suspected wasn't particularly sound. It always struck me that there was a shop somewhere in Chicago that had tons of these, and nobody took the effort to sell them online beyond a handful of flippers who could dictate the price. Years ago, this was selling for $50-$100, but this copy (although dinged up a little) ran me about $15. Strange how time can wind down the hype. (there's a $15 Floyd Farland on eBay right now, if you're so inclined.)

Lost Buildings is a fun little book, around five inches square, and looks, at first glance, nothing like you'd expect from Ira Glass and Chris Ware. Lost Buildings tracks the history of Louis Sullivan's architecture in turn-of-the-century Chicago. Tim Samuelson, a Chicago historian, takes the lead throughout the Lost Buildings book, but if you dig deep, so much of Ware's essence (and Glass's narrative quirk) shines through Samuelson's stories. To think of the architectural paean that was Ware's Building Stories and his forays into journal-editor with old-timey Ragtime Ephemeralist makes Lost Buildings click into place.

The book also includes a DVD of Ware, Samuelson, and Glass's "on-stage radio & picture collaboration," to be viewed with the text in tandem. Lost Buildings is a curious little volume and a delightful expansion of my Chris Ware library.

Currently reading:
Quicksand by Steve Toltz

Currently listening to:
"b'lieve i'm goin down" by Kurt Vile

Sunday, September 27, 2015

John Banville, The Blue Guitar (signed first edition with link to review)

So far, I think John Banville's The Blue Guitar is the best book of the fall season. I'm surprised it wasn't included in this year's Booker Prize, as I think the book is simply masterful (far superior to books like The Green Road and The Illuminations). Banville's story here is nothing new -- a pompous man prone to petty thieving steals his friend's wife -- but the way in which Banville renders this narrative is absolutely exquisite. His sentences are delectable, made for rolling over the tongue like tasting a fine wine.

I wrote a lengthy review of The Blue Guitar over at Run Spot Run. Please go take a look!

Now, as a reviewer I get scads of galleys and I think it's a particularly telling moment when I find a book that I want to upgrade to a hardcover for my collection. I reached out to Knopf to see if Banville had pre-signed any first editions and sure enough, he had. I was told the only copies he signed were sent out west to The Elliot Bay Book Company and one other store in California I've since forgotten. Strangely, this ended up not being completely true... after I placed by order with the exceptionally accommodating Elliot Bay Book Company, I saw a copy sitting in the window of Crawford Doyle, up the street from my office. Oh well!

Banville's signature appears on a tipped in page, like below:

It's really a spectacularly good book and I encourage all you literary-minded readers to seek it out.

Currently reading:
Jiri Karasek ze Lvovic, A Gothic Soul