Grand Street: 63: Crossing the Line
Grand Street, New York, 1997, Illustrated Wraps, , , ISBN 1885490143 , Near Fine
272 pp. Patrick Chamoiseau-''The Old Man Slave and the Mastiff'' (tr. Deborah Treisman); Elias Canetti (tr. John Hargraves)-''Notes, 1954--1971''; Feng Mengbo-''My Private Album''; Tomas Salamun-Three Poems: ''Untitled'' (tr. Michael Biggins), ''I Know'' (tr. by the author and Christopher Merrill),''Untitled'' (tr. by the author and Christopher Merrill); Felicitas Hoppe-Three Stories: ''The Wedding'' (tr. Daniel Slager), ''The Witnesses'' (tr. Daniel Slager), ''At the Customs" (tr. Daniel Slager); Guillaume Apollinaire-Two Poems: ''Inscription for the Tomb of the Painter Henri Rousseau Customs,'' ''There Is'' (tr. Ron Padgett); Isa Genzken-''MetLife''; Joseph Lease-Three Poems: ''White Birches,'' ''Among Them,''Ode''; Pema Losang Chogyen-''Exploring the Mandala''; Thomas Mann-''Letters to Heinrich Mann'' (tr. Don Reneau); Iain Bamforth-Three Poems: ''Muir's Horses,'' ''The Cages,'' ''Love and Logic''; Colum McCann-''The First Snow''; Gordon Bennett-''Mirror Me Mirror You''; Hilda Morley- ''For Piet Mondrain''; Edgard Varese-''The One All Alone''; Chou Wen-Chung-''Varese: Who is He?''; Lee Harwood-''Late Journeys''; Hilton Als-''After the Gold Rush''; Francisco Tario-''The Balcony'' (tr. Mark Schafer); George Evans-''Elisa Kneeling''; Lygia Clark-''Ritual Without Myth''; Gerard Malanga-''Leaving New York''; Andrei Platonov-''Lobskaya Hill'' (tr. Robert & Elizabeth Chandler, Angela Livingstone); Rebecca Solnit- ''Footwork''; Tununa Mercado-''Antieros'' (tr. Peter Kahn); Justen Ladda-''Mixed Picks''; John Waters-''In the Company of Drag Kings'' (interview with Mo B. Dick); Ingo Schultze-''A Moment of Happiness'' (tr. John E. Woods); Cole Swensen-''Opera Notes: Those Who Are Stabbed''; Marina Abramovic-''Untitled'' (Portfolio); Pedro Lemebel-''Loba Lamar's Last Kiss (Silk Crepe Ribbons at my Funeral . . . Please)'' (tr. Margaret Jull Costa); Durs Grunbein-''From an Old Logbook'' (tr. Daniel Slager); Kenzaburo Oe-''The Sea of Language'' (interview with John Nathan); Franz Kafka-''Frieda'' (tr. Mark Harman); Christiane Mobus-''On the Backs of the Animals'';
An excellent report by Maureen Mulvihill of the auction of rare books and manuscripts from the estate of Paula Peyraud
The Paula Peyraud Collection: Samuel Johnson & Women Writers in Georgian Society. An Auction Report by Maureen E. Mulvihill as published in Eighteenth-Century Studies, Fall 2009, with 8 images and a list of selected buyers, prices & new locations of the Peyraud properties.
A pdf of the published report may be downloaded here: http://www.ilab.org/download.php?object=documentation&id=81
‘DARK LADY’ OF RARE BOOK COLLECTORS, PAULA FENTRESS PEYRAUD (CHAPPAQUA, NY, 1947 ~ 2008). Peyraud Collection Auction, May 2009, Bloomsbury Auctions N.Y. 483 Lots (books, manuscripts, images). Sales total: $1.6 million, including premium. Photograph, Margie Van Dyke. Bookplate from Peyraud copy of Frances Burney’s Cecilia, (lot 218, buyer McGill University). Bookplate bears inscribed initials (“FCP - EKP”), being the collector’s grandparents Frank C. Peyraud & Elizabeth Krysler Peyraud, both visual artists (see “Peyraud,” Benezit, vol. 10, 2006 edition).
Around this lovely valley rise The purple hills of Paradise. O, softly on yon banks of haze, Her rosy face the Summer lays! Becalmed along the azure sky, The argosies of cloudland lie, Whose shores, with many a shining rift, Far off their pearl-white peaks uplift. Through all the long midsummer-day The meadow-sides are sweet with hay. I seek the coolest sheltered seat, Just where the field and forest meet,- Where grow the pine-trees tall and bland, The ancient oaks austere and grand, And fringy roots and pebbles fret The ripples of the rivulet. I watch the mowers, as they go Through the tall grass, a white-sleeved row. With even stroke their scythes they swing, In tune their merry whetstones ring. Behind the nimble youngsters run, And toss the thick swaths in the sun. The cattle graze, while, warm and still, Slopes the broad pasture, basks the hill, And bright, where summer breezes break, The green wheat crinkles like a lake. The butterfly and humblebee Come to the pleasant woods with me; Quickly before me runs the quail, Her chickens skulk behind the rail; High up the lone wood-pigeon sits, And the woodpecker pecks and flits. Sweet woodland music sinks and swells, The brooklet rings its tinkling bells, The swarming insects drone and hum, The partridge beats its throbbing drum. The squirrel leaps among the boughs, And chatters in his leafy house. The oriole flashes by; and, look! Into the mirror of the brook, Where the vain bluebird trims his coat, Two tiny feathers fall and float. As silently, as tenderly, The down of peace descends on me. O, this is peace! I have no need Of friend to talk, of book to read: A dear Companion here abides; Close to my thrilling heart He hides; The holy silence is His Voice: I lie and listen, and rejoice.John Townsend Trowbridge [1827-1916]