Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov


With the compliments of the Pornographic League on the celebration of their two hundredth consecutive anniversary.

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Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger


April 1978

Your hand doesn’t go sloppy on me. Read the book + you’ll know what I mean.

To the only woman for me,

All my love,

Chris. xxxxxxxx

P.S. Well done in your exam

P.P.S. You’re one (1) today!

Many, many, happy returns


Time and the Hunter by Italo Calvino


to livid from Lullington

don’t be so bloody bashful


Stasiland – Stories From Behind the Berlin Wall by Anna Funder


While our past mercilessly defines who we are,

Our future innocently portrays who we can be.

5th November 2003 – 2004: One year of knowing you

xx Felicia

The Republic by Plato



Dear Barbara [?]

I do hope you enjoy this book!

All the best

Your friend

Valados [?]



Dear Rufus – I did not – I hope you do!

[Heart] B

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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 Bane’ 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


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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]

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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.]