The Hang Fire Books Blog

The rantings of a bookdealer in Brooklyn, New York.

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Field Report

After two weekends in a row of ominous weather, I finally got a full 9-5 day of stoopsaling in. It definitely paid off:

You can barely see the couch! This took four trips back to the apartment and numerous spirograph circles around the neighborhood. Some of my nicest finds were these early Olaf Stapledon chapbooks:

A salesman's dummy of Wonders of the Tropics...Adventures of Henry M. Stanley (this is a sample version of a deluxe book that shows off the binding and contains most of the plates from the full edition. It also has entry pages at the back for subscribers....Someone must collect these, I just haven't found that person yet). A 1st Ed, 1st Printing of a Rita May Brown:

And novelizations of Leave It to Beaver written by Beverly Cleary! (who knew?)

There was a gay pride at my end of the park and I discovered the Lesbian Herstory Archives, which was having a booksale. It's been around since 1974, it's in a beautiful building, and they have copies of nearly every work of lesbian fiction and non-fiction ever published. I offered to sell them a few key books to fill gaps in their collection, but they weren't having it.

By this time, having only consumed several cups of a beverage the diminutive locals call "Lemond" or "Lemnad":

I decided to call it quits and grab some tacos at Taco Nuevos Mexico on 5th Ave between 11th and 12th (best tacos going IMHO). You don't want to sale hungry. You lose your poker face and end up paying too much.

.....OH OH and you can almost see it up in the top photo but I also scored a Bang and Olufsen turntable and a pair of JBL speakers for $20! Pretty sweet huh?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I wonder if the Cleary Leave it to Beaver books inspired her to write the Henry Huggins series. In the school library Henry was a lifesaver for those 5th and 6th graders assigned book reports by genre (a teaching ploy that is responsible for destroying all desire to read) I managed to persuade the teachers that Henry was "historical fiction", Mom at home in the kitchen in high heels, Dad behind the newspaper after work waiting for dinner and small boys with paper routes.