Gone to Earth by Mary Webb

Jake –

I’d have gladly paid £7.99 for this … for your birthday

I haven’t read it yet :-

perhaps you could loan lend  give it to me when you’ve finished with it.

‘Precious Bone’ is marvelous [sic] [squiggly line]

I’ve smoked too much stuff

Happy Birthday

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Across the Great Divide – The Band and America by Barney Hoskyns

To Pops,

And the best abusive father a boy could wish for.

Have a wicked one.

You Rock!

Andy xx

Herzog by Saul Bellow



Happy Birthday

Now you can give me my copy back

Lots of love


Published in: on March 2, 2017 at 9:40 am  Leave a Comment  

Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie



To Barry [Bray?]

The sparrow sings “dawn chorus”

for someone else to hear.

The “thinker” sits alone,

Growing old.

Time has just begun



[Above words lifted in main from David Bowie’s unreleased Lover To The Dawn /1969 song Cygnet Committee. “Time has just begun” seems to be inscriber’s own addition. WG]

Published in: on February 28, 2017 at 10:01 am  Leave a Comment  

The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger




[Front Inscription]

She said:

“Baise-moi et baise m’encore
Jusqu’à ce que le feu de ton corps ne puisse
Me demander d’arrêter…”

[Translation: “fuck me and fuck me again / Until your body burns so fiercely I find I cannot stop”]

Marceline Desbordes de Valmores [Sic. Actual name: Marceline Desbordes-Valmore.]

Poétesse 19th [Century?] Lyon France

I look forward to show you Paris and Lyon.

Paris for the monuments and Lyon in a sensual way in order to raise a little more the pleasure from your [?] to your entire body?

Why not? …



[Back Inscription]

“Je m’en allais, les poings dans mes poches crevées ;
Mon paletot aussi devenait idéal ;
J’allais sous le ciel, Muse! et j’étais ton féal ;
Oh là là Que d’Amours splendides j’ai rêvées !
Les étoiles au ciel avaient un doux frou-frou
Petit-Poucet rêveur, j’égrenais dans ma course des rimes…”


[Note: the above fragment is actually from Arthur Rimbaud’s Ma Bohème, has been written slightly in wrong order and is missing a couple of lines. The translation of the above is as follows:

I went off with my hands in my torn coat pockets;
My overcoat too was becoming ideal;
I travelled beneath the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal;
Oh dear me! what marvellous loves I dreamed of!
My stars in the sky rustled softly.
Stargazing Tom Thumb, I sowed rhymes along my way.]


Wit and Wisdom of Oscar Wilde collected by Cecil Hewetson




M, handsome,

Consider which of these most applies to you. You’ll recognise the last of all as being mine.

Get well soon: the gods of illness are cruelly undiscriminating.

Love J

Jan 77


[Presuming J is referring to the contents of the book, the last quotation reads “The aim of the liar is simply to charm, to delight, to give pleasure. He is the very basis of civilized society.” WG]



Sex and the Brain by Jo Durden-Smith and Diane de Simone



What a distinguished career in the social sciences!



Ha ha ha this book is absolute bollocks!



[For Jack, Joan and Adele, a father and two mothers; and for Lewis Mumford, the father of us all], we apologize for growing up such idiot fools.



[PART TWO, THE BRAIN] LOST: Brains of both authors of this book.


[They will concern and fascinate every thinking man and woman…] who will then throw it in the rubbish bin.

Look how out of date is this book!


Speed Reading by Tony Buzan





Dear Cecely

I’m sorry, I was wrong.

I’m keen that you understand I didn’t lie. I wanted to get back together. But recently I’ve thought and it’s clear I was wrong. I know you feel I’ve misused your trust, but that’s exactly what I don’t want. I hope you can forgive me and I hope we might be friends at some point soon. For now good luck.

I hope this books helps. You can keep it.



Published in: on January 6, 2017 at 8:25 pm  Leave a Comment  

A Personal Anthology by Jorge Luis Borges



Dear George,

We’ll study this together!

Thank you for the thoughtful present, and for holding my hand at night



Das Parfum by Patrick Süskind





Ich kann Dich gut riechen – auch ohne Parfum!

Dein Klaus

Zum 39. Geburtstag



I like your smell – even without perfume!

Your Klaus

On your 39th Birthday

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