Somewhere, in a building down a side street, in Stratford, Ontario, Canada, there is a storage locker filled with my belongings. Those that were hastily rescued from a sinking ship a few years ago, locked away and not yet brought across the border to my new apartment – and life – in New York city. Amongst the survivors of the flood – tupperware boxes protecting smaller things that went into storage. Some of these smaller things are real treasures to me: My collection of Henry James 1st Editions being one of them. Collected from eBay over a number of years, they are beautiful volumes most of which were printed during the two decades that bookend the turn-of-the-century. It’s been said that James depicted the world that John Singer Sargent painted, so his writing is of particular interest to me. “The Aspern Papers” is brilliant. “The Golden Bowl” was tough to get through, I must admit. “What Maisie Knew” has always intrigued me, and “The Wings of the Dove” is a masterpiece I look forward to giving proper attention someday.
Last time I was there I snapped a picture of their spines. A reminder to bring them to NYC when there is more time.
…It will be nice to see them again.