Gilty
I am no fun these days.No fun, no fun, NO FUN.
(That's why I haven't called/written/emailed)
I am a biz-ness-man.
This year so far has been... placid.
More accurately measured on a revenue line than with impassioned rhetoric.
My GST returns neatly tabulate, and I can catalogue anything.
Today I used the word "gilt" about five times in a single catalogue description.
The book had a lot of gilt.
I could catalogue myself. I would write:
Nicholas Carvan, by Carvan, Bancks et al. Penrith: 1976. Worn original cloth. Light foxing to prelims. Although lacking the extensive gilt of much of its contemporaries, this work is nonetheless a good example of the "Sydney Scene" of the early years of the millenium. Although recent critical attention has not been kind to Nicholas Carvan, it remains something of a minor classic, and is notable for its comprehensive bibliographic details. For the enthusiastic collector, completist, or historian.
I would price myself, somewhat ambitiously, at US $20, and sit unsold on the shelf. Yeah.
posted by Nicholas @ 12:33 AM
7 Comments:
Nicholas! I think you need a martini.
or, perhaps, one LESS martini? Catalogue me! Catalogue me!
Jesus. What is it about doing well at one's job that makes people lose the will to live? It can't just be me and you.
Make mine a Negroni.
it probably has something to do with neither of us being currently engaged in what we really want to do with our lives. being good at it thus just leaves a feeling of "so what?"
or we may just be the sort of people who are never satisfied. when you discover atlantis and i win the nobel prize for literature, we should compare notes and see if we're content yet...
adam:
Adam Ford, by Ford Family. n.d., circa early seventies. Buckrum boards somewhat rubbed, particularly on top. There is yet to be a comprehensive bibliography of Adam Ford, leaving publication details regrettably sketchy; this is a shame, as the copious amounts of ephemera associated with Ford will surely be of interest to collectors in the near future. Some works associated with Adam Ford, particularly the briefly fashionable Man Bites Dog, remain common (if not actually in oversupply); others are so rare as to be virtually unobtainable. This volume is a good general introduction, if somewhat bloated.
:)
Dude. When I was away digging last month I met a girl who was going to Spain for an underwater excavation to look for Atlantis. She was going to be there as the Atlantean linguist (which sounds like something off late night Channel 4, although you don't get late night Channel 4 and have no idea what I'm talking about). I think she was a little screwy.
Anyway, Nobel Prize for Literature? Don't you want people to read your books?
;P
heh - trust me, Par Lagerkvist (1951), Wladyslaw Reymont (1924), and Halldor Laxness (1955) fly off the shelves.
Man, who are these people? Did they write in Atlantean? Ah, if only my name could live on through the ages like the joint winners of 1917, Karl Gjellerup and Henrik Pontoppidan, then I would be content...
hee hee hee.
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