Showing posts with label vintage The Wind in the Willows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vintage The Wind in the Willows. Show all posts

Saturday, February 19, 2022

Hold On To Your Darlings

DEBORAH CROMBIE: A few weeks ago I ran across a new book about Kenneth Grahame's The Wind in the Willows that sounded interesting, and feeling nostalgic for Mole and Toad and the rest of the crew, I thought I'd skim through my copy of Willows

I couldn't find it. I knew exactly what it looked like, with its Ernest Shepard illustrations, and I thought I knew exactly where it was. (I have a shelving system that makes sense to me, if to no one else!) I'm usually pretty good at putting my hands on a book, but not this time. After more frustrated searching, I thought I'd order a copy, but I wanted a hardcover with the Shepard illustrations.

Mine looked like this.


It turns out that you can't buy a new hardcover of The Wind in the Willows with the Shepard illustrations. I did, however, find a used copy online. There was only one little problem. 

It was $11,000!

Eeek. Now I can't guarantee that mine was the 1931 1st edition, although it certainly looked like it. It had been around as long as I can remember, so I surmise it was probably bought for my brother, who was ten years older than me, in the 1940s.

This sent me into a panic about some of my other treasured books, so I had to check that my set of Shepard-illustrated A.A. Milnes were still exactly where I thought they should be.


These are 1950 editions, so I'm sure they were bought for me. I thought maybe I should look them up!

This set I found online is a mere $275!


Maybe I should lock mine up!

But wait, the drama continues. Having enjoyed Kim Fay's novel LOVE AND SAFFRON so much, I had a hankering to read Helen Hanff's #84 Charing Cross Road again, so I went looking for my copy. Alas, no luck there, either. Mine looked like this. First edition, natch.


So I looked online for a used copy, and I found one.

It was only $525!

There is a wee bit of comfort to this tale. I ordered myself a (only slightly abridged) copy of The Wind in the Willows illustrated by Inga Moore, and it is a treasure. The illustrations are really breathtaking, if missing some of the charm of the original Shepards.



And I bought a very dull paperback copy of #84 Charing Cross Road.


But fortunately I loved the book just as much as I remembered.

So, dear readers, if you have books you think might be valuable, don't let them walk off with the book gremlins!

Has anyone else suffered a similar calamity?