There’s a bittersweet aspect to buying book collections. On the one hand, it’s uncommon to find good books in quantity and to see such books equals the thrill of any treasure hunt. On the other, you’re taking a collection that took a lifetime to accumulate and you’re breaking it up and dispersing it to the four winds, which is kind of sad. We
bought a collection last winter of remarkable quality and variety. Today, the neice of the collector brought her family in to Printed Page from Los Angeles to show them where her uncle’s books went. She told us he’d be pleased to see where his books ended up, and how we have treated them. Made our day.
It also made me think of what will happen to all my books when I die. I hope they also find an inviting home, and that authorities find my killer. -Dan