I was in Boston last week for about 24 hour for work and I had enough time to get my butt over to
and do some serious damage. Before I even started to look at their extensive outdoor book selection (yes, outdoors in Boston on a cold December day with an unignorable wind) I went inside and asked them if they shipped. Since I had less than zero room left in my luggage, this was a crucial question. Thankfully the answer came back in the affirmative. Brattle Book Shop
Even the cold couldn’t keep me away from browsing the extensive outdoor carts and shelves.
Mid-transaction. There was no way I had room for even one of these books in my luggage.
God bless the USPS and their efficient and cheap Media Mail rate.
I didn’t expect them to be so carefully wrapped. Nice job. Now if they could forgo the styrofoam peanuts…
The first thing I saw when I walked into the warmth of the store was this pile of vintage Thirkells. I couldn’t remember which paperbacks I already had at home, but I figured I couldn’t pass these up.
Many (most? all?) of Thirkell’s books take place (years later) in Anthony Trollope’s Barsetshire. And who can pass up a map for end papers?
And there it is, the inspiration for my blog name. Good thing I didn’t choose Hoggle End. Then again, I am not sure that one appears in Trollope.
And speaking of Trollope…these editions are nothing special except for the fact that they exist. These stand alone Trollope novels aren’t exactly easy to find in the U.S.
A little bit of everything. The bottom two garden books are for John. Turns out I already owned Ambler’s Dirty Snow, but not quite as nice as this one. Two books on Connecticut history. A Gladys Taber novel (memoir?), three Shutes I didn’t have in hardcover, a misc Michael Frayn, and a guidebook of ships.
The ship book is from the Observer guidebook series. I already have volumes on birds and flags. This cover on this one isn’t in the best shape, but the guts are good.
Since I’ve discovered that a branch or two of my family was in Connecticut as early as 1629, I’ve been interested to find out more about its history. These two were on the $3 racks outside the store.
And another map for end papers. This time showing my ancestral stomping grounds in and north of Hartford.
Two of three Shutes had this bookplate and what appears to be some sort of cataloging system. Perhaps ‘F’ for fiction followed by the number assigned to this volume?