Monthly Archives: September 2014

A few books I’ve found and liked

During a recent visit to my family in England, I used the opportunity to explore some of their books.

They range from old classics to mid/late-twentieth-century poetry, novels and non-fiction. Many were inherited from grandparents and earlier generations, and some of them are the kind of thing you’d never want to read, or are gently crumbling away, but most of them are sound and worth looking at if only one had another lifetime. I’ve pulled out a few and plan to post them below – not necessarily because they are especially unusual, or valuable, but because I like them or find them interesting in some way or other.

Copyright is attributed to the best of my abilities.

Cover

Andersen and Robinsons

This 1899 edition of Fairy Tales from Hans Christian Andersen was illustrated by talented brothers Thomas, Charles and William Robinson. (William H. was the original Heath Robinson, the famous envisioner of unfeasibly complicated machines.)

Andersen title page

As everyone knows, the original Andersen tales are a lot grimmer (Grimm-er?) than the sanitised Disney versions. Take ‘The Rose Elf’, for instance: murder, decapitation, poison darts . . .

The Robinson brothers share the illustration more or less evenly through the book. This is a broad generalization but Charles has the more stylized hand, leaning towards the Art Nouveau arabesques popular at the time, while his brothers are a little more naturalistic. Throughout, there is an element of grotesque that today looks a bit dated; but the occasional image has a way of reaching forward a century and looking very contemporary. For example, the little match girl out in the cold could have been drawn last week by a manga artist. And in many images, the framing elements are works of art in their own right.

Little Match Girl

Garden of Paradise

The Red Shoes

Charles Robinson also illustrated the 1911 Heinemann edition of Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden. In this book the images are subtly coloured, and the captions are printed in tiny red type on the front of the glassine sheet protecting each plate; a neat trick I plan to copy one day.

Secret Garden title page

Mary and the portrait

Ardizzone’s youth

The other day I found a Slightly Foxed reprint of Edward Ardizzone’s memoirs of his youth. I have been looking for this book because I am a huge fan of Ardizzone, whose books entered my childhood shelf circa 1970, which happens to be when this lovely autobiography was first published.

The writing is a series of fragmentary recollections – ‘pictures’, he calls them – from when he was about five, living in East Bergholt in Suffolk, to the point at which his career as an illustrator finally took off about three decades later. The book is illustrated throughout with pen sketches: the family cook, a feared grocery boy, a much-admired headmaster, a reconstruction of the moment he shot his sister in the behind with an air-gun . . . It is charming, can be read in a day, and – thanks to Slightly Foxed – now available again in this pocket hardback.

Copyright in illustrations and text: Estate of Edward Ardizzone.

Ardizzone 2

Ardizzone 1

A Book of Birds

I’m embarrassed to admit that I had never heard of Charles Tunnicliffe before picking up this book, but having done a bare couple of minutes’ research I now realize that his work is familiar to me through the Ladybird books we had as kids. He illustrated, for instance, What to Look for in Autumn (and Summer, etc.), creating homely vistas of the British countryside populated by redwings, robins, rooks, otters, farmers, heavy horses and elm trees.

Mary Priestley’s Book of Birds is a miscellany of writings on birds, to which Tunnicliffe contributed several handsome wood engravings. This copy is the original 1937 edition – there’s a clue in the fact that they misspelt his name on the cover – but the book has since been reprinted, so is widely available.

Birds cover

Snipe Swan Trogon

Copyright in illustration: Estate of Charles Tunnicliffe.

A printmaker’s indulgence

Artist, printmaker and publisher Charles de Sousy Ricketts was a founder of The Vale Press in London, among whose publications was this edition of Daphnis and Chloë, translated by George Thornley. In its medieval stylings – the way a hanging page of text tapers to a centre, the ornate drop-capitals, the throwback illustrations – the book nods a bit to William Morris’s Kelmscott Press. It’s just beautiful. A curious tic is the way they set the first word of the following page in the right-hand corner (just in case you’d lost your thread while page-turning . . .).

DC Love in the Snow Astylus excuses

Ricketts made the prints from designs by he and his Vale colleague Charles Shannon. They (or rather, the Ballantyne Press) printed 210 copies of the book.

Ricketts also, along with Aubrey Beardsley, illustrated the works of Oscar Wilde: all very fin-de-siècle stuff.

I got to wondering whether it was mere coincidence that Ravel wrote his own choral symphonic version of Daphnis et Chloë just fifteen or so years later. Here, for good measure, is the Leon Bakst set design for the 1912 ballet; the Ravel work makes me feel queasy after a couple of movements, but Bakst I utterly love.

Bakst set design 1912

Faber-lous

I’ve dug up some lovely old worn Faber editions, like this beaten-up 1945 edition of the Four Quartets, which had first been published as a quartet only the previous year. (There’s also a rather stained but friendly copy of Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, but the severe copyright restrictions on Eliot and Nicolas Bentley disincline me to load images.)

Four Quartets

Speaking of Faber covers, Lupercal (1960) by Ted Hughes positively shouts the handiwork of Berthold Wolpe, with its Albertus font and bold ‘sator square’ composition.

Lupercal