Cormac McCarthy looks like a typewriter sort of author – I just can’t see him updating his Twitter account from his iPhone some how. His old manual typewriter, a much-used Olivetti that he bought in a Tennesssee pawnshop around 1963, is up for auction on Friday. This antique is definitely a piece of literary history as McCarthy has written all his books on it. The author has probably spent more time with this typewriter than he has with this wives (he’s been married three times.)
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack coming from his study day after day for year after year.
Christie’s estimates that it will sell for “between $15,000 and $20,000.” I don’t think it will go for that.
The Guardian is quick to report the winner of the annual Bad Sex Award, which was handed out in London this evening. The gong goes to Jonathan Littell for The Kindly Ones. The novel was first published in French and won France’s Prix Goncourt, that country’s highest literary honour. So the judges will have brought Littrell down to earth with a resounding thump.
I’ve always loved the red phone boxes of Britain. They are bright and cheerful and one of the most recognizable icons of the British Isles. It’s no wonder that the impending loss of such a phone box could send villagers into somewhat of a panic.
Rather than just panic, the residents of Westbury-sub-Mendip, a village in Somerset, took action. Not only was their beloved Giles Gilbert Scott K6 design phone box under threat, the mobile library was no longer servicing the 800 inhabitants. So why not kill two birds with one stone? And that’s what the villagers did – they turned the phone box into a mini-library.
With an investment of £30 (of which £1 was the purchase cost of the phone box), shelving, and books donated by residents, the local library was up and running.
Unlike other libraries, this one is open 365 days a year, 24 hours a day. Circulation is carefully monitored and if a book garners little or no interest, it’s donated to a charity.
Parish councillor Bob Dolby says, “It’s very pleasing that the phone box has been saved but is also being used to provide a service for the village.”
Julia Donaldson, author of The Gruffalo, admits that she has created a monster (in the sense that it has taken over her life), according to an interview in The Independent. I’m sure the creator of The Teletubbies has the same problem.
She sighs, slowly and evenly. “This is all going to be about The Gruffalo, I suppose?” she begins as we sit down and prepare to chat. Julia Donaldson is a well-preserved 61 years old, but has about her a rather distracted air.
Would she rather talk about something else, I ask.
“It’s not that, it’s just that this is the only book journalists ever want to know about. I have written others, you know.”
Sad news this morning – Fantasy author Robert Holdstock died yesterday. His first novel, Eye Among the Blind, was published in 1976 but he is best known for the Mythago Wood cycle of novels – Mythago Wood, won the World Fantasy Award for Best Novel in 1985.
William Wordsworth’s birthplace in the Cumbrian town of Cockermouth is taking a beating from the floods that are causing havoc in the region reports The Independent. (Cockermouth is one of my favourite place names along with Puddletown and Piddletown in Thomas Hardy country.)
Earlier this week the William Hill Sports Book of the Year award was handed out to Duncan Hamilton for the second time in three years – this time Hamilton won for his biography of the cricketer and demon fast bowler Harold Larwood. This book is going straight onto my ‘to read list.’ I think I know the Larwood story pretty well – coal miner becomes fastest bowler in England and humbles the Aussies including the great Don Bradman and is then shunned by the cricketing establishment for refusing to adopt the dangerous tactics demanded by his captain – but I’m sure this book has more to say about him.
Cricketing fans might like to know AbeBooks has four signed copies of Harold Larwood’s autobiography, The Larwood Story, on the site. I think the greatest irony of Larwood’s life is that he emmigrated to Australia – the nation whose team he was asked to destroy with this bowling. The class system means nothing in Australia.
Surely the strangest story of the week concerns Herta Müller, who won this year’s Nobel Prize for Literature. The former head of Romania’s secret police has claimed that the Romania-born author, now living in Germany, ‘has no contact with external reality’. Basically, he’s saying she’s a nutter, according to this story in The Guardian.
Radu Tinu, who has admitted to spying on Müller as head of the secret police (or Securitate) in the Romanian city of Timisoara, where the Romanian-born German-speaking writer lived until 1987, told a newspaper she was suffering from mental delusion. “She has a psychosis, and has no contact with external reality,” Tinu, formerly known as Major Tinu, told the Bucharest daily Adevarul this week. “She wasn’t interrogated nearly as often as she has claimed.”
Call me old fashioned but the former head of an organisation that tortured and murdered countless Romanians in the name of an evil dictatorship would say that wouldn’t he. And any way, if the secret police had bugged my home and compiled a 914-page document about me, then I’d have a few ‘mental’ concerns about my well-being.
Yes it’s already that time of year again where the best of lists for the year appear. As part of their Holiday Gift Guide, The New York Times Book Review has published their list of Best Illustrated Children’s Books of 2009.
The illustrations in these books are indeed fantastic as you’ll see below.
The New York Times Best Illustrated Children’s Books of 2009
In watercolors, ink and acrylics, the story of how the Apollo 11 mission unfolded. (Check out Brian Floca’s website for coloring pages that accompany Moonshot!)
Emerging victorious from a record number of entries (152), Hamilton found himself back in pole position just two years after scooping the prize for his universally acclaimed Brian Clough-themed book, As Long As You Don’t Kiss Me.
Published earlier this year to rave reviews, Harold Larwood recounts the triumph, betrayal and redemption of a working-class hero and forgotten titan of English cricket. Using documents provided by Larwood’s family, Hamilton takes the reader on an intimate and compelling journey: from the cricketer’s humble upbringing in a Nottinghamshire mining village, through the shock of “Bodyline” and its traumatic aftermath, to his emigration to Sydney where he and his family found happiness.
It’s been a busy morning. A major newspaper in the UK needed high resolution photography of some rare books for a Christmas gift guide. Normally, this isn’t a problem – I call some booksellers and they help me out. Today’s Thanksgiving Day in the States so that means no US sellers are working and by the time I get to the office here in British Columbia the British booksellers are packing up for the day.
Any way, I’d like to thank everyone at the Peter Harrington Antiquarian Bookshop in Chelsea, London, and all the hardworking Canadian booksellers who have helped this morning. Peter Harrington offers a couple of first editions of The Dubliners by James Joyce – I love this first edition that they have had rebound in red morrocco leather. I’d also love to have $10,000 to buy it – perhaps Abe could give me a raise? How about it Mr Bezos?
Alexander Books in Ancaster, Ontario, are offering this super book for sale – Cricket in Many Climes by P.F. Warner. Sir Pelham Francis Warner MBE was known as Plum and the Grand Old Man of English cricket. He was a famous player and became somewhat infamous for being the manager of England’s Bodyline tour of Australia. I love the cover illustration of a globe that is also a cricket ball. This book was published in 1900 and is typical of the long forgotten sports books for sale on the site.
Antiquarius Booksellers in Falkland, British Columbia, were also quick to help. Check out their copy of The Jubilee Book of Cricket from 1897 by Prince Ranjitsinhji, who was Indian royalty but played his cricket for England and Sussex. Another legend of the game and one the greatest batsmen to have ever played. Imagine ruling over a sizable chunk of India and also playing a sport at the very highest level – that’s double-dipping (Mind you Princess Anne did compete in the Olympics for Britain in show-jumping so…..)
I also leapt into the car and drove to Russell Books in downtown Victoria – about a kilometer from the office. Jordan and Andrea helped out by lending me a couple of books to photograph. I love their copy of Boxing by Rowland Allanson-Winn. This book was published in 1897 and is in wonderful condition.
Rowland George Allanson Allanson-Winn was the 5th Baron Headley (1855-1935) and also known as Shaikh Rahmatullah al-Farooq, He was an Irish peer who converted to Islam. He also loved boxing. I was intrigued by the images inside the book. They don’t make boxers like these gentleman anymore. Imagine if David Haye, Britain’s heavyweight champion, strode into the ring dressed like these pair of charlies below.
When you think about it, Danny, son of Jack Torrance, would have enough emotional baggage to provide fodder for a sequel to Stephen King’s classic horror novel, The Shining. Who wouldn’t be messed up by their father being possessed by a hotel and then his trying to kill you?
Throw in the death of Danny’s mother, repeated chantings of “Red Rum” and surely you have enough material for at least 1,000 pages of creative matter.
Stephen King thinks so too – maybe not 1,000 pages worth but he says that the aftermath for Danny could make “a damn fine sequel” according to The Torontoist. But…yes there is a but and a disappointing one at that…King also said that he isn’t totally committed to writing a sequel and that “[m]aybe if I keep talking about it I won’t have to write it”.
He did talk about his vision for the story, which has the working title of Doctor Sleep. Danny, now 40, is living in upstate New York working with the terminally ill. He’s called an “orderly” at the hospice but really he uses his psychic powers to help the dying patients “pass on to the other side”. Hmmm. If he’s good at his job, he could put the Ghost Whisperer out of business.