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Post by helrunar on May 6, 2019 13:39:10 GMT
I thought Wilson massively missed the point of Crowley's impact on the occult scene in his book The Occult. I am not really a Crowley fan but certain things he produced, notably the "Hymn to Pan" poem and the Tarot deck (a lot of the credit for that has to go to Lady Frieda Harris--some of the letters AC and Frieda exchanged while she was working on the paintings are available to read for free online, and they're fascinating: hers are all about her personal insights into each archetypal image of each card, and most of his are about money)--had an impact far beyond the incessant egotistical posturings of the "Great Beast."
Kind of a surprise to learn that Wilson wrote an entire book on the Beast since he mostly professes himself bored by Crowley in The Occult. I do find interesting stuff to ponder in some of Wilson's work.
H.
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Post by Shrink Proof on May 6, 2019 15:24:59 GMT
That is the Crowley bio by Wilson? Never saw it. Thanks for sharing. I wonder if it is better accessible then a lot of these other bios of the guy. Am currently half way through "Aleister Crowley: Magick, Rock and Roll, and the Wickedest Man in the World" by Gary Lachman. Accessible enough I think, despite detailing Crowley's endless trips, travels and encounters in minute detail - with all their resultant chaos and wreckage. Lachman can write too - as an aside, he was bass player in the band Blondie for a while and wrote "(I'm Always Touched by Your) Presence, Dear", which he reckons might be the only song about telepathy to make the Top Ten, and if it isn't, it's the only hit single with the word theosophy in its lyrics...
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Post by Dr Strange on May 7, 2019 9:43:35 GMT
Am currently half way through "Aleister Crowley: Magick, Rock and Roll, and the Wickedest Man in the World" by Gary Lachman. Accessible enough I think, despite detailing Crowley's endless trips, travels and encounters in minute detail - with all their resultant chaos and wreckage. Lachman can write too - as an aside, he was bass player in the band Blondie for a while and wrote "(I'm Always Touched by Your) Presence, Dear", which he reckons might be the only song about telepathy to make the Top Ten, and if it isn't, it's the only hit single with the word theosophy in its lyrics... I've read a few of Lachman's books; he's pretty much the current generation's Colin Wilson (who Lachman was friends with in Wilson's later years). I think the best of his books is Turn Off Your Mind, about "the dark side" of the 1960s. Highly recommended.
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Post by cauldronbrewer on May 7, 2019 17:48:08 GMT
The Third Grave is a fairly run of the mill mummy story, seriously hampered by its rather over-structured language (at first sight this looks like cod-Victorian, but is acutually a US author having a go at contemporary UK English). The edition itself is lovely, with Arkham House pushing the boat out on illustration and print quality. I enjoyed The Third Grave, but it doesn't match some of Case's novellas--which, admittedly, is a fairly high standard.
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Post by ropardoe on May 7, 2019 17:55:00 GMT
Am currently half way through "Aleister Crowley: Magick, Rock and Roll, and the Wickedest Man in the World" by Gary Lachman. Accessible enough I think, despite detailing Crowley's endless trips, travels and encounters in minute detail - with all their resultant chaos and wreckage. Lachman can write too - as an aside, he was bass player in the band Blondie for a while and wrote "(I'm Always Touched by Your) Presence, Dear", which he reckons might be the only song about telepathy to make the Top Ten, and if it isn't, it's the only hit single with the word theosophy in its lyrics... I've read a few of Lachman's books; he's pretty much the current generation's Colin Wilson (who Lachman was friends with in Wilson's later years). I think the best of his books is Turn Off Your Mind, about "the dark side" of the 1960s. Highly recommended. With reservations, I too enjoyed Turn Off Your Mind - I was there!! I know Muz Murray of Gandalf's Garden was pretty miffed at what Lachman said about that magazine though. A lot of people have got the wrong end of the stick about Gandalf's Garden.
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Post by dem bones on May 15, 2019 17:59:36 GMT
Copped off at Brick Lane on Sunday morning. H. R. Wakefield - A Ghostly Company (Jonathon Cape, 1940) "And He Shall Sing ..." Death Of A Poacher 'He Cometh And He Passeth By' A Fishing Story The Seventeenth Hole At Duncaster Or Persons Unknown The Inevitable Flaw That Dieth Not The Red Lodge Professor Pownall's Oversight The Third Coach Colonel Humpit And The Fourth MusketeersSee: A Ghostly CompanyJohn Buchan - The Watcher By The Threshold (Digit, n.d. [1962?]) No-Man's Land The Far Islands The Watcher By The Threshold The Outgoing Of The Tide Fountainblue
Blurb: A Weird and Shuddering Tale of the Scottish BackwoodsJulian Symons - Bloody Murder: From the Detective Story to the Crime Novel: A History (Penguin, 1974: originally Faber & Faber, 1972) Caryl Chessman - The Kid Was A Killer (Fawcett Gold Medal/ Frederick Muller, 1960). William Pattrick [Peter Haining] (ed.) - Mysterious Air Stories (W. H. Allan, 1986) See: "William Pattrick"
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Post by jamesdoig on May 15, 2019 20:46:54 GMT
Copped off at Brick Lane on Sunday morning. That's a nice haul - I didn't even know there was an Air Stories in that set.
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Post by dem bones on May 17, 2019 9:54:41 GMT
Copped off at Brick Lane on Sunday morning. That's a nice haul - I didn't even know there was an Air Stories in that set. Unlike Mr. Pattrick's Mysterious Railway Stories and Mysterious Sea Stories, I'm not sure there's a paperback edition of Air? I visit the market most Sunday mornings, usually come away with nothing, but every once in a while there'll be plenty books & Co. of interest, and such was case Sunday gone. Smoke-stained cover apart, the Wakefield paperback hasn't worn so badly for approaching eighty years. Julian Symons' celebratory history of crime & detective fiction is an instructive and marvellously entertaining read. The 'William Pattrick' hardcover set me back £1, the rest were 3-for-£1. I spit on your Am*z*n & Abeb**ks! Leonard Russell [ed.] - The Saturday Book #11 (Hutchinson, Oct. 1951) Also came away with a copies of Alex Bellos's Futebol: The Brazilian Way Of Life (Bloomsbury, 2002), and The Saturday Book #11, the last of those edited by Leonard Russell before John Chamber of Horrors Hadfield took the helm. This particular copy is as much dossier as book. A previous owner has supplemented the content with articles snipped from a magazine, a paperback, and clippings from a Glasgow newspaper. He or she have also provided an a select table of contents by hand. The crime material relates to Peter Hunt's contribution to #11, William Roughead and His Crimes. Cover and ten page article, Collecting 'The Saturday Book' by Richard Dalby, torn from Book & Magazine Collector #45 Dec. 1987) Prev. owner also butchered a Panther 1966 edition of William Roughead's Classic Crimes for thirty page chapters on The Westport Murders and The Sandyford Mystery.
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Post by andydecker on May 17, 2019 20:07:23 GMT
Beautiful artwork. The effort invested in this cover is remarkable. But the "extras" are interesting. I am not one for making margins in a book, underlining or such. The most I write in a book is sometimes the real name of the writer or the original year of publication.
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Post by jamesdoig on May 21, 2019 21:01:44 GMT
Picked this up for $4 from the Salvos store the other day. Almost left it, but remembered Valancourt had reprinted it a few years ago, so it must have some interest:
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Post by jamesdoig on May 31, 2019 10:07:23 GMT
2 bucks from the junk shop: This book attracted some nice covers:
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Post by jamesdoig on Jun 18, 2019 21:40:34 GMT
This turned up yesterday along with the journal Faunus - as usual a lovely book, though the reproduction of the Hockley book catalogue came out too dark and is hard to read without a magnifying glass - still that's a small quibble - I'm sure it would have been high on M.P. Dare's list of desirable books to nick.
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Post by helrunar on Jun 18, 2019 22:28:11 GMT
I think something was posted about this title sometime ago? R.A. Gilbert is a fairly well known historian of the Order of the Golden Dawn.
Thanks for the scan!
H.
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Post by humgoo on Jun 19, 2019 4:22:46 GMT
This turned up yesterday along with the journal Faunus The last catalogue therein contains Machen's reminiscence of a book-hunting experience with his pal A. E. Waite: *** Anyhow, on this long-ago afternoon we were lounging up the weary-all hill of Pentonville, when Waite stopped suddenly. I looked at him in some curiosity. There was a singular expression on his face. His eye -- I think -- became fixed. His nostrils -- to the best of my belief -- twitched. Otherwise, there was an odd fixity about his position. I believe that in a certain kind of sporting dog this attitude is called "making a point." I did not say anything: the Order generally known as the Companions of the Eighties knows how and when to preserve silence, but there was, I fancy, an interrogative expression in my eyebrow. Frater Sacramentum -- I mean A. E. Waite -- stood still to gaze for a moment or two, staring eagerly at the opposite side of the road -- the right-hand side, as you go up to the Angel -- and said at last: --- "Machen, I feel that I must go into that shop over the way. I know there's something there for me!" And so we crossed over. It was a small and quite undistinguished shop on the side of the grey hill. I think it sold inkpots, pens, pencils, exercise books, comic songs on long sheets, the evening paper, and the miscellaneous; otherwise the infinite oddments of small shoppery. I couldn't imagine what Waite could expect to find there. We went in. Somewhere at the back of the shop there was a row or two of dingy, greasy, tattered old books; and a fire glowed in Waite's eye as he beheld them. The scent held. "Have you any old bound volumes of boys' stories?" he asked the ancient man of the shop. "There were two or three left," said the man, a little astonished I thought at the enquiry. There used to be a small lending library here, he explained, and he had taken over the stock. And, to cut the story short, Waite went out into Pentonville, which, I am sure, had now become for him not grey but radiant, with a copy of "The Old House in West Street" under his arm. Perhaps I should explain. My friend Waite, besides taking over all mysticism, occultism, alchemy and transcendentalism for his province, has a hobby, like most good men. In his case, this hobby is the collecting of "Penny Dread[ful]s" of ancient date: the 'forties and early 'fifties are, I believe, the golden age of this adventure. And amongst those "Penny Dreadfuls," as they are affectionately called, one of the choicest prizes is "The Old House in West Street." And Waite had got it for eighteen pence or half-a-crown: a greasy, old bound volume of the old weekly parts, vilely printed on wretched paper with amazing woodcuts: and yet a find, a delight. Then, if recollection serves, we had some gin. It was an occasion. ***
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Post by jamesdoig on Jun 19, 2019 7:58:03 GMT
The last catalogue therein contains Machen's reminiscence of a book-hunting experience with his pal A. E. Waite: Yes, Waite was a big collector of Penny Bloods and Dreadfuls - the Old House on West Street is a scarce (in fact they're all scarce) Edward Lloyd Blood, which are the most desirable of all the publishers of penny part fiction. George Locke and R.A. Gilbert published Waite's articles on them in this large format book, introduced by Gilbert - doesn't even fit on my scanner:
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