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Post by jamesdoig on Sept 19, 2017 2:56:41 GMT
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Post by jamesdoig on Sept 19, 2017 9:46:52 GMT
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Post by Swampirella on Sept 19, 2017 10:26:49 GMT
What great finds; they all look wonderful. Congratulations!
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Post by dem bones on Sept 19, 2017 10:48:52 GMT
Kev, I was in your neck of the woods last week - a knackering tour for work: Mon-Wed in Oxford for a conference, Thursday in Brighton for a conference, and Friday in London for a meeting. Had Saturday in London before flying out that night, so not much time to hook up. Managed to find some time for bookshops - at a Saturday market in Oxford for a quid, nutter book on cattle mutilations: Need to make it over for a more leisurely tour sometime soon, preferably when a paperback fair is on. That would be brilliant, James, especially if there's a decent Fanatic/ Vault presence around for you to meet. Shame you didn't have more time in London as would have loved to have caught up with you. You sure picked up an attractive selection of books!
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elricc
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Post by elricc on Sept 19, 2017 19:57:00 GMT
Sorry no idea how to post a picture but I got a copy of Bernard Capes, The Black Reaper by Ash Tree Press for $1 (Australian) in a small town opp shop in Monbulk, Victoria.. gifted to my son as I already have a copy, very chuffed
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Post by jamesdoig on Sept 20, 2017 7:59:07 GMT
Sorry no idea how to post a picture but I got a copy of Bernard Capes, The Black Reaper by Ash Tree Press for $1 (Australian) in a small town opp shop in Monbulk, Victoria.. gifted to my son as I already have a copy, very chuffed Not a bad find! I guess the lesson is, always check the op shops. I had to Google Monbulk, by the way.
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Post by andydecker on Sept 20, 2017 8:49:03 GMT
Great find, James. This is the reprint of the french Frankenstein series done under the Name Benoit Becker from 1955 to 1959 for Fleuve Noir's Angoisse line. I never knew these were published outside France. This seems to be a compilation of the six original novels.
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Post by jamesdoig on Sept 20, 2017 11:36:09 GMT
Great find, James. This is the reprint of the french Frankenstein series done under the Name Benoit Becker from 1955 to 1959 for Fleuve Noir's Angoisse line. I never knew these were published outside France. This seems to be a compilation of the six original novels. They're recent translations - published in 2016 by Grey Tiger Books - and it looks like only two have been published so far.
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elricc
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Post by elricc on Sept 20, 2017 22:03:08 GMT
Lots of small towns up a mountain, it was a lovely area Sorry no idea how to post a picture but I got a copy of Bernard Capes, The Black Reaper by Ash Tree Press for $1 (Australian) in a small town opp shop in Monbulk, Victoria.. gifted to my son as I already have a copy, very chuffed Not a bad find! I guess the lesson is, always check the op shops. I had to Google Monbulk, by the way.
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Post by Michael Connolly on Sept 22, 2017 14:58:04 GMT
Lots of small towns up a mountain, it was a lovely area Not a bad find! I guess the lesson is, always check the op shops. I had to Google Monbulk, by the way.
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Post by jamesdoig on Oct 6, 2017 8:33:04 GMT
I've got to say that Frankenstein's Tower has risen to the top of my list of instant classics. Setting: a coastal Irish town called Kanderley. Frankenstein's monster, after a murderous spree, has taken off with the girl and locked himself up in the ruined tower of the title. Journalist Gordon Mallorey and Captain Grissley are throwing around ideas about how to kill the monster and rescue the girl: "Explain please, Mallorey." "Well, Captain, we can only hope to oppose a monster with any chance of success by using something as formidable as that monster itself." "How can that be done? You suggest looking for another Frankenstein who would produce a second creature even more powerful and diabolical than the first? But then how would we get rid of that one?" "No, Captain, that's not what I mean. Give me a chance to explain my idea." "Go on then, and if I think your idea is workable, I promise you all my assistance." "At this very moment," the journalist went on, "there performs in Belfast in a kind of hothouse, under the gaze of the curious, a South American Indian snake charmer who uses a flute to control from a distance a den of small but extremely venomous rattlesnakes, so that they move about as though playing at games." "The Devil!" exclaimed Grissley as he paid careful attention to the journalist. "Now listen to me, Captain. We could ask this Indian to come here; if necessary, we can bring him by force. I've told you that this man has his reptiles perform his will from a distance. Suppose we bring him here to the tower. He sends his snakes in amongst the ruins and, once they're in there, directs them to the monster. Naturally we follow on the Indian's heels, ready to intervene. But could it even be that the snakes, once they're in there, might finish our task for us?" "It's very possible," answered the captain, weighing up the pros and cons. "But we don't know whether or not the flesh of the monster is susceptible to snake venom." From here it starts to stretch the imagination.
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Post by dem bones on Oct 6, 2017 9:45:40 GMT
I've got to say that Frankenstein's Tower has risen to the top of my list of instant classics. Setting: a coastal Irish town called Kanderley. Frankenstein's monster, after a murderous spree, has taken off with the girl and locked himself up in the ruined tower of the title. Journalist Gordon Mallorey and Captain Grissley are throwing around ideas about how to kill the monster and rescue the girl: "Explain please, Mallorey." "Well, Captain, we can only hope to oppose a monster with any chance of success by using something as formidable as that monster itself." "How can that be done? You suggest looking for another Frankenstein who would produce a second creature even more powerful and diabolical than the first? But then how would we get rid of that one?" "No, Captain, that's not what I mean. Give me a chance to explain my idea." "Go on then, and if I think your idea is workable, I promise you all my assistance." "At this very moment," the journalist went on, "there performs in Belfast in a kind of hothouse, under the gaze of the curious, a South American Indian snake charmer who uses a flute to control from a distance a den of small but extremely venomous rattlesnakes, so that they move about as though playing at games." "The Devil!" exclaimed Grissley as he paid careful attention to the journalist. "Now listen to me, Captain. We could ask this Indian to come here; if necessary, we can bring him by force. I've told you that this man has his reptiles perform his will from a distance. Suppose we bring him here to the tower. He sends his snakes in amongst the ruins and, once they're in there, directs them to the monster. Naturally we follow on the Indian's heels, ready to intervene. But could it even be that the snakes, once they're in there, might finish our task for us?" "It's very possible," answered the captain, weighing up the pros and cons. "But we don't know whether or not the flesh of the monster is susceptible to snake venom." From here it starts to stretch the imagination. "Worthy of Don Glut" is not a compliment I bandy around, but the above most certainly is.
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Post by cromagnonman on Oct 9, 2017 22:02:57 GMT
There is a junk shop close to where I live. Actually it calls itself a bookshop but I wont dignify the place by applying such a designation to it. No real second-hand bookshop worthy of the description would cram fragile old comics into wholly inadequate supermarket boxes before crushing them beneath the accumulated weight of stacks of coffee table books piled on top. Or build towering walls of inaccessible hardbacks. Or entomb their bookcases behind a debris of warped vinyl records and dusty cassette cases. All in all its a dispiriting place for the bibliophile but prime territory for the audacious book scavenger. And that is because if you're prepared to put in the necessary shift of a stevedore and manhandle the tottering piles of detritus about the place then there are rewards to be had for the invested effort. It was here that I once found a mint Sphere paperback of Jim Thompson's KING BLOOD. As you might expect though the odds are as stacked as the stock against finding much in a collectable state. But if you're not too fussed by condition then the place boasts a quite large assortment of 70s and 80s SF, Fantasy and Horror paperbacks. I was down there today as part of an ongoing effort to excavate and conserve what was once a really nice set of early 2000ADs including specials but which - like the stock of TV21s - is now showing the damage inflicted on it by careless and inappropriate storage. Anyway, in the process of so doing I unearthed these which I thought might prove of interest in some quarters. To be honest I dont have much in the way of comment or explanation to offer as to why I bought them. Except of course to point out that that is one funky worzel wig the glowing eyed skull is wearing. The YEARWOOD boasts a decent enough resume but its the fact that it was issued under the Timescape imprint that really works in its favour. The Timescape line was a short-lived experiment of Pocket Books but in its brief damselfly existence it succeeded in putting Clark Ashton Smith into American paperbacks for the first time and issued Gene Wolfe's seminal Book of the New Sun sequence too as well as a range of other entertaining fantasies such as Adam Corby's two Ara-Karn books. Its an imprint with a real currency to its name. I thought I'd post the rear of the wraparound cover on the YEARWOOD too to show off the Rowena artwork; firelit satin and samite was something of a signature feature of her work. Now this one is the very warp and weft of my long vanished youth. Would not have believed it possible that I would ever again find myself in the position of actively accumulating material of this sort. Loitering around the Vault as I have done for these past few years has obviously irrevocably corrupted my taste. Or corroded my judgement. Or broadened my horizons. You be the judge.
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Post by Jojo Lapin X on Oct 10, 2017 6:21:28 GMT
The Timescape line was a short-lived experiment of Pocket Books but in its brief damselfly existence it succeeded in putting Clark Ashton Smith into American paperbacks for the first time Maybe I misunderstand you, but Smith had appeared in several volumes of the Ballantine Books "Adult Fantasy" series.
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Post by severance on Oct 10, 2017 6:44:42 GMT
You beat me to it, Jojo - though I'd like to think it was a keyboard slip-up on Crom's part, as I don't believe for one moment that he's unaware of the four collections that Ballantine put out. And for anyone that isn't aware - "Zothique" - June 1970, "Hyperborea" - April 1971, "Xiccarph" - February 1972 and "Poseidonis" - July 1973. Lovely set of books, all edited and introduced by the much-maligned Lin Carter.
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