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Catalog 112: About This Catalog | |||||||
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ASSOCIATION COPY - This term, often scoffed at by laymen, is applied to a copy which once belonged to, or was annotated by, the author; which once belonged to someone connected with the author or someone of interest in his own right; or again, and perhaps most interestingly, belonged to someone peculiarly associated with its contents. When I first began collecting books, before it occurred to me to
be a bookseller, one of my great pleasures was attending a reading
by an author whose books I admired, and waiting in line at the end
of the reading for a chance to meet the author and get my copies
of his or her books signed or, preferably, inscribed to me. There
was a similar thrill when I encountered signed copies of books in
my "scouting" of used bookstores whenever I traveled; while not
quite so personal a connection as actually meeting the author,
there was still nonetheless a bit of magic in the realization that
the copy of a book that I now held in my hands had at one time
been held by the author; the signature was the residual evidence
of this connection across time and space, but it was the
connection more than the signature itself that gave me the
particular kind of excitement I felt. It seemed to humanize the
authors; bring them out of the realm of the "literary pantheon" --
and thus the abstract -- and provide a physical connection: their
hands, my hands. (I experienced a similar moment of something
approaching awe recently in a canyon in Utah, when I picked up a
piece of chirt -- a hard stone used for arrow points -- that had
been worked and then discarded by an Indian, probably a thousand
years ago, and realized I was doubtless the first human since that
individual to hold this particular rock in my hand. For a moment
time disappeared and there was a connection between us, and I felt
connected across time and space to a world utterly unknown to me,
but one every bit as real as the one I inhabit daily.) -- Ken Lopez |
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