Thursday, February 10, 2011

Blackwood’s Magazine


Thanks to these six volumes, the house smells more like an antiquarian bookshop then ever. I smell like an antiquarian bookshop.













Blackwood’s Magazine. Edinburgh. American Edition. Published by the Leonard Scott Publishing Company, 41 Barclay Street, New York. S.W. Green, Printers, 16 and 18 Jacob Street, New York.

Vol. 111, 1872; Vol. 112, 1872; Vol. 113, 1873; Vol. 122, 1877; Vol. 123, 1878;
Vol. 124, 1878.


Library Notes: Added three volumes to my collection at LibraryThing: Letters From a Self-Made Merchant to His Son; The Child of My Wife; and Avowals. Also, I think I will be adding personal notes and/or quotes to the comment sections of some titles.

14 comments:

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

wow!! This is really nice, the foto smell too like an ald bookshop, very well done

William Michaelian said...

Old chair, old table, old piano, old photos, old books, and yet somehow I manage to stay so young....

RUDHI - Chance said...

Growing older but not colder; because books are keeping us curious and young...

William Michaelian said...

Ah, that makes us bolder holders of ideas.

Two Tigers said...

Now we just have to get some celebrity to create a signature fragrance called "Antiquarian Bookshop" - there are those of us out there for whom that scent works more powerfully than pheromones!

William Michaelian said...

They’re enough, in fact, to make a pharaoh moan.

Ed Baker said...

I got some old Harper's bound in leather magazine collected into single volumes around here .. same period..

a serial in them running on about and by some guy who was traveling around with Napoleon Bonerparte....

and

WOW... lots of drawing like must have been etchings on metal plates so to print..

and
WOW nothing like the smell of a book new OR antique to jog-the-imagination..

nothing at all to compare it with certainly not the smell of those Kimble pads that project Virtual Books
emit
I wonder what THAT smell is.... ozone?
burning electrons? diodes, triodes & cross-over circuits self
distracting...oppps I meant "self-distructing"

ain't those books Beautiful? and Imagine
all the type cold-type letter by letter hand set

each piece picked from a printer's type-case...

what was it-all called "letter-press" which was before that "mimeo revolution"

♥Jan♥ said...

Wonderful photo William. And a wonderful aroma...it should be bottled and aged like fine wine.

vazambam said...

William,

Your posts are a sheer delight, as are your photographs of cherished acquisitions brought home from dusty, antiquarian bookstores; however, one question keeps torturing me and being a true son of Socrates, I have to ask it: How can a man whose writings are so downright gritty with truth keep his fingernails so darn clean? =:0)!

William Michaelian said...

Ed, I love it all — your commentary, and the images and observations it contains. Forty-plus years ago, when my mother was working at a little hometown weekly — there were two papers in our town, for a population of 8,000 — I caught a glimpse of the drunken typesetter laboring over the week’s setup. It was a single sheet, four-page broadsheet. When he surprised himself by running out of space at the end of one line, wherever it happened, mid-word or otherwise, he went right to the next, two-thirds of a word at one end, the rest of it on the next line, no hyphen, rhyme, or reason. But to his credit he did have his good days.

Jan, it’s funny you should mention that, since I like old bottles too.

Vassilis, it’s a simple matter, really. I do my share of the dishes. And all too often, the truth goes down the drain right along with the grit.

Ed Baker said...

took a print-shop class for an ENTIRE year at Stuart Junior High over there on "F" Street, N.E. just 4 blocks down from Union Station... 1952-53.

my fvorite part of the printing process?

inking the wheel smearing on that paste ink with a flat spatula... did you know
that if you add about 1/5 red ink to the blue or even to the black ink
you hold the reader's attention more...pure black ink
printed words/images on a page makes readers' mind a bit "dippy" ...and bored.

also
very important was the tone & temper of the paper...

nothing very important was EVER printed on plain white paper... like that paper one uses in their computer...

heck only thing I regret is that Stone Girl wasn't / isn't printed on an off-white rag-paper... luckily
the resolution of and the type-font used created a (sort of) patina that gets the entire piece .... "there"

anyway, pretty soon none of this will matter as
there won't be any books or anybody around who knows anything besides the virtual heck

the kids today don't even go to museums anymore to see what-was-what
or get close to a Duchamp or Picasso or an etc's work to
see the pencil-lines
that preceded the finaity of the piece...

heck heck "what's a typewriter" ...even?

William Michaelian said...

Except to say, we don’t know what will happen, we never really have, and it ain’t all bad.

The next generation of electronic readers will reveal the Stone Girl Tablet with genuine simulated rag content and your choice of off-white or lavender.

Stickup Artist said...

Of all the smells available, the smell of an antiquarian bookshop is a topnotch smell in which to dwell.

William Michaelian said...

Yes. Ask not for whom the smell tolls. It tolls for thee.