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July 05, 2013

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Curtis Faville

Fowles's The Magus was important to me. I picked it up in a drugstore as a teenager, and read it with complete absorption.

In my mid-twenties, I read French Lieutenant, and found it equally absorbing, though in a different way.

Nothing else of his ever affected me in the way these two works did.

I was pleased, somehow, to learn later that he'd worked on The Magus for several years, way back from the time he'd taught in Greece. And that his publisher had only agreed to do it AFTER they'd made a few pounds on The Collector (an exploitation book if there ever was one).

It didn't hurt that they made a creditable movie of French Lieutenant. It's on my personal cult list, and I watch it at least once a year just to savor Pinter's cool adaptation.

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What I'm Doing Here

  • Allan Milkerit was a good friend and a great bookman. After his unexpected death I ended up with hundreds of the books in his shop and apartment. One at a time, I am unearthing them and deciding which to keep and which to sell or give away. Often, I read the book first, or try to. In the process, I think about Allan and the changes the rare book world is undergoing. This blog's only regular reader is Joe Marchione, who shared a shop with Allan for several years. Joe's reflections are too good to leave as mere comments so I hoist them into their own posts.