Extollager
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There's a lively thread just now on whether collecting books makes sense. I'd like to offer a thread on a tangent. The intended audience is perhaps especially people who, like me, will never see 50 (age 50) again.
There's an ironic situation here for some of us. I know that, when I was in my teens and for a while thereafter, I was attracted to the idea of collecting. If I had had more spending money, I might well have gone in for Arkham House or other specialty producers. NB In the 1970s there was a much smaller amount of activity in the production of "collectible" books than, I suppose, more recently.
Now that I'm through most of my middle years and my children have completed at least most of their university days, and the house is long ago paid off and so on, I have more money available for collecting expensive editions if that's what I want to do. But I find that the desire to collect is pretty feeble. I think there are several reasons for this. (1) I long ago ceased to be interested just in fantasy and sf. Although I still enjoy work in these fields, some of my old favorites no longer seem as Great to me as they used to, not that I necessarily enjoy them less but because I enjoy so many other things too. (2) I know of worthy causes to give to, more than I used to. (3) I'm conscious of my own mortality. Let's suppose I spent a bunch of money to buy a collectible item that still appeals strongly to me. How many years do I likely have left to enjoy my possession if I buy it? (4) If one goes in for collecting, what will happen is that one picks the low-hanging fruit first. But then there are the few remaining items one "needs" for the collection, that one is likely to buy at more than one thinks they are worth just to complete it. For example, one could acquire most of the books in Ballantine's Adult Fantasy Series (1969-1974) without having to spend a lot of money, I've no doubt. However, I understand that a few items (e.g. Chesterton's The Man Who Was Thursday) are uncommon. Would one want to spend quite a lot of money for say, the eight most pricey series books?
And (5) I am aware that none of my children has quite the degree of interest in these things that I have. Suppose one spends a lot of money in one's sixties and seventies on collections, and departs this life at 80 -- and nobody afterwards in one's circle of family and friends is all that interested. So that complete Ballantine set gets sold off in increments on Ebay and some of the books end up at a thrift store -- ?
Thoughts?
I don't see this as a melancholy topic necessarily, but I think it actually does invite some reflection.
There's an ironic situation here for some of us. I know that, when I was in my teens and for a while thereafter, I was attracted to the idea of collecting. If I had had more spending money, I might well have gone in for Arkham House or other specialty producers. NB In the 1970s there was a much smaller amount of activity in the production of "collectible" books than, I suppose, more recently.
Now that I'm through most of my middle years and my children have completed at least most of their university days, and the house is long ago paid off and so on, I have more money available for collecting expensive editions if that's what I want to do. But I find that the desire to collect is pretty feeble. I think there are several reasons for this. (1) I long ago ceased to be interested just in fantasy and sf. Although I still enjoy work in these fields, some of my old favorites no longer seem as Great to me as they used to, not that I necessarily enjoy them less but because I enjoy so many other things too. (2) I know of worthy causes to give to, more than I used to. (3) I'm conscious of my own mortality. Let's suppose I spent a bunch of money to buy a collectible item that still appeals strongly to me. How many years do I likely have left to enjoy my possession if I buy it? (4) If one goes in for collecting, what will happen is that one picks the low-hanging fruit first. But then there are the few remaining items one "needs" for the collection, that one is likely to buy at more than one thinks they are worth just to complete it. For example, one could acquire most of the books in Ballantine's Adult Fantasy Series (1969-1974) without having to spend a lot of money, I've no doubt. However, I understand that a few items (e.g. Chesterton's The Man Who Was Thursday) are uncommon. Would one want to spend quite a lot of money for say, the eight most pricey series books?
And (5) I am aware that none of my children has quite the degree of interest in these things that I have. Suppose one spends a lot of money in one's sixties and seventies on collections, and departs this life at 80 -- and nobody afterwards in one's circle of family and friends is all that interested. So that complete Ballantine set gets sold off in increments on Ebay and some of the books end up at a thrift store -- ?
Thoughts?
I don't see this as a melancholy topic necessarily, but I think it actually does invite some reflection.