What do you know? I got out of the house today – I grabbed my coat and camera and ran for the door. I figured I had time for one show so I hit the ‘garage’ show. So-called since it had begun in an actual hotel garage across the street from the ‘big’ ABAA show. We book dealers are a tough people.
I’d say this show was half books and half other media and totally interesting. Browsing these shows has gotten more and more difficult. People are bringing there very bestest stuff and a lot of it. The show was set up in a series of rooms with lots of nooks and crannies for sellers to set up in. This could be seen as a drawback, but I think it makes for an intimate shopping environment.
It was very busy from the git go at 9 until after noon when the ABAA show down the block opened up. Then it thinned out comfortably. David Kenney from Conservation Gallery (Yarmouth, ME) takes advantage of the downtime to explain prints to potential future customers.
Page Books (Hillsboro, OH) uses these acrylic ‘cake cover’ covers as an elegant solution to displaying delicate items yet still allowing them to be accessible.
There’s always an item, I wish I could not only afford to buy, but afford to KEEP. Booksellers are infamous, everything we collect for ourselves is ALWAYS for sale at the right price. This time it was this program from the First World Science Fiction Convention in 1939 in NYC. Signed by the con organizers and Ray Bradbury. Who in 1939 was a 19 year old newspaper vendor still writing sci fi stories for fanzines. Alas Eric Davidson Bookseller (Medford, NJ) would not take an IOU payable in the year 2030.
I bought a Felicia Lamport book of poetry from Blue Ridge Books (Orlean, VA), an anthology of Raymond Chandler’s letters from Vanishing Books (Cambridge, MA), and a pile of old Goodspeeds Catalogs from Joe Skokowski from Albatross Books (Boston, MA) . . . more on them later.
Hey, you think if I mention everyone who sells me stuff, I will start getting free stuff? nah . . . I don’t think so either 8)
Here’s a bit of paper ephemera you don’t see everyday – a folding paper lamp brought by Resser-Thorner Antiques (Manchester, NH).
I made the rounds, talked to the few folks I even vaguely knew, and they politely pretended I was important. I chatted up some nice new folks hoping to drum up some more readers . . . remind me to get cards printed up for the bullpen . . . I bought me some cool stuff, ate food I didn’t have to make in a sit down restaurant like a grownup. From what I heard, the show was pleasantly profitable. So a good time was had by all.
The whole day I kept thinking I’d come home to a burned (burnt?) out shell, instead she had called all the hospitals looking for me .