The Love Affairs of a Bibliomaniac
By Eugene Field
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Eugene Field (1850-1895) was a noted author best known for his fairy tales and nursery rhymes. Many of his children's poems were illustrated by Maxfield Parrish. Also an American journalist and humorous essay writer, Field was lost to the world at the young age of 45 when he died of a heart attack.
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16 ratings3 reviews
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Perhaps I'm uncharacteristically susceptible right now because I'm hardly half way through this intoxicating assemblage of words and I'm in love.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Obsession with collecting (media, especially) hasn't changed a bit from the mid-1890s to the mid-2010s.Wonderful collection of essays.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Some of the chapters I liked better then others because I knew the books Field was talking about, other chapters went over my head as I had no knowledge of the people or books but all and all it was an interesting, humorous and sometimes strangely familiar feeling to the way I feel about books. If you like "The Haunted Bookshop" I'm sure that you will find much to like here.
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The Love Affairs of a Bibliomaniac - Eugene Field
THE LOVE AFFAIRS OF A BIBLIOMANIAC
BY
EUGENE FIELD
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Contents
Eugene Field
Introduction
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VII
VIII
IX
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FRANCOIS VILLON
XI
XII
MARCUS VARRO
XIII
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Eugene Field
Eugene Field was born in St. Louis, Missouri, USA in 1850. In his teens, he attended Williams College in Williamstown, Massachusetts, Knox College in Galesburg, Illinois, and the University of Missouri in Columbia, Missouri, but dropped out of all three. After a brief attempt at acting, Field spent six months travelling in Europe, before returning home peniless.
In 1875, Field began working as a journalist for the St. Joseph Gazette in Saint Joseph, Missouri. A successful and popular writer, Field quickly rose to the role of editor, where he became known for his light, humorous articles. Over the next decade, he worked at the St. Louis-based Morning Journal and Times-Journal, the Kansas City Times, the Denver Tribune and the Chicago Daily News. In the latter, his famous Sharps and Flats
column was widely syndicated.
Field first began publishing poetry in 1879, when his poem Christmas Treasures
appeared in A Little Book of Western Verse. Over a dozen volumes of poetry followed this, including A Little Book of Western Verse (1890), Second Book of Verse (1893), Love Songs of Childhood (1894), Songs and Other Verse (1896) and The Poems of Eugene Field (1910). By the mid-1880s, Field was well-known for his light-hearted children’s poems, among the most famous of which are Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
and The Duel
. He also published a number of short stories, including The Holy Cross
and Daniel and the Devil
.
Field died in Chicago in 1895 at the age of 45. Today, numerous American primary schools are named after him.
Introduction
The determination to found a story or a series of sketches on the delights, adventures, and misadventures connected with bibliomania did not come impulsively to my brother. For many years, in short during the greater part of nearly a quarter of a century of journalistic work, he had celebrated in prose and verse, and always in his happiest and most delightful vein, the pleasures of book-hunting. Himself an indefatigable collector of books, the possessor of a library as valuable as it was interesting, a library containing volumes obtained only at the cost of great personal sacrifice, he was in the most active sympathy with the disease called bibliomania, and knew, as few comparatively poor men have known, the half-pathetic, half-humorous side of that incurable mental infirmity.
The newspaper column, to which he contributed almost daily for twelve years, comprehended many sly digs and gentle scoffings at those of his unhappy fellow citizens who became notorious, through his instrumentality, in their devotion to old book-shelves and auction sales. And all the time none was more assiduous than this same good-natured cynic in running down a musty prize, no matter what its cost or what the attending difficulties. I save others, myself I cannot save,
was his humorous cry.
In his published writings are many evidences of my brother’s appreciation of what he has somewhere characterized the soothing affliction of bibliomania.
Nothing of book-hunting love has been more happily expressed than The Bibliomaniac’s Prayer,
in which the troubled petitioner fervently asserts:
"But if, O Lord, it pleaseth Thee
To keep me in temptation’s way,
I humbly ask that I may be
Most notably beset to-day;
Let my temptation be a book,
Which I shall purchase, hold and keep,
Whereon, when other men shall look,
They’ll wail to know I got it cheap."
And again, in The Bibliomaniac’s Bride,
nothing breathes better the spirit of the incurable patient than this:
"Prose for me when I wished for prose,
Verse when to verse inclined,—
Forever bringing sweet repose
To body, heart and mind.
Oh, I should bind this priceless prize
In bindings full and fine,
And keep her where no human eyes
Should see her charms, but mine!"
In Dear Old London
the poet wailed that a splendid Horace cheap for cash
laughed at his poverty, and in Dibdin’s Ghost
he revelled in the delights that await the bibliomaniac in the future state, where there is no admission to the women folk who, wanting victuals, make a fuss if we buy books instead
; while in Flail, Trask and Bisland
is the very essence of bibliomania, the unquenchable thirst for possession. And yet, despite these self-accusations, bibliophily rather than bibliomania would be the word to characterize his conscientious purpose. If he purchased quaint and rare books it was to own them to the full extent, inwardly as well as outwardly. The mania for books kept him continually buying; the love of books supervened to make them a part of himself and his life.
Toward the close of August of the present year my brother wrote the first chapter of The Love Affairs of a Bibliomaniac.
At that time he was in an exhausted physical condition and apparently unfit for any protracted literary labor. But the prospect of gratifying a long-cherished ambition, the delight of beginning the story he had planned so hopefully, seemed to give him new strength, and he threw himself into the work with an enthusiasm that was, alas, misleading to those who had noted fearfully his declining vigor of body. For years no literary occupation had seemed to give him equal pleasure, and in the discussion of the progress of his writing from day to day his eye would brighten, all of his old animation would return, and everything would betray the lively interest he felt in the creature of his imagination in whom he was living over the delights of the book-hunter’s chase. It was his ardent wish that this work, for the fulfilment of which he had been so long preparing, should be, as he playfully expressed it, a monument of apologetic compensation to a class of people he had so humorously maligned, and those who knew him intimately will recognize in the shortcomings of the bibliomaniac the humble confession of his own weaknesses.
It is easy to understand from the very nature of the undertaking that it was practically limitless; that a bibliomaniac of so many years’ experience could prattle on indefinitely concerning his love affairs,
and at the same time be in no danger of repetition. Indeed my brother’s plans at the outset were not definitely formed. He would say, when questioned or joked about these amours, that he was in the easy position of Sam Weller when he indited his famous valentine, and could pull up
at any moment. One week he would contend that a book-hunter ought to be good for a year at least, and the next week he would argue as strongly that it was time to send the old man into winter quarters and go to press. But though the approach of cold weather increased his physical indisposition, he was not the less interested in his prescribed hours of labor, howbeit his weakness warned him that he should say to his book, as his much-loved Horace had written:
"Fuge quo descendere gestis:
Non erit emisso reditis tibi."
Was it strange that his heart should relent, and that he should write on, unwilling to give the word of dismissal to the book whose preparation had been a work of such love and solace?
During the afternoon of Saturday, November 2, the nineteenth instalment of The Love Affairs
was written. It was the conclusion of his literary life. The verses supposably contributed by Judge Methuen’s friend, with which the chapter ends, were the last words written by Eugene Field. He was at that time apparently quite as well as on any day during the fall months, and neither he nor any member of his family had the slightest premonition that death was hovering about the household. The next day, though still feeling indisposed, he was at times up and about, always cheerful and full of that sweetness and sunshine which, in his last years, seem now to have been the preparation for the life beyond. He spoke of the chapter he had written the day before, and it was then that he outlined his plan of completing the work. One chapter only remained to be written, and it was to chronicle the death of the old bibliomaniac, but not until he had unexpectedly fallen heir to a very rare and almost priceless copy of Horace, which acquisition marked the pinnacle of the book-hunter’s conquest. True to his love for the Sabine singer, the western poet characterized the immortal odes of twenty centuries gone the greatest happiness of bibliomania.
In the early morning of November 4 the soul of Eugene Field passed upward. On the table, folded and sealed, were the memoirs of the old man upon whom the sentence of death had been pronounced. On the bed in the corner of the room, with one arm thrown over his breast, and the smile of peace and rest on his tranquil face, the poet lay. All around him, on the shelves and in the cases, were the books he loved so well. Ah, who shall say that on that morning his fancy was not verified, and that as the gray light came reverently through the window, those cherished volumes did not bestir themselves, awaiting the cheery voice: Good day to you, my sweet friends. How lovingly they beam upon me, and how glad they are that my rest has been unbroken.
Could they beam upon you less lovingly, great heart, in the chamber warmed by your affection and now sanctified by death? Were they less glad to know that the repose would be unbroken forevermore, since it came the glorious reward, my brother, of the friend who went gladly to it through his faith, having striven for it through his works?
ROSWELL MARTIN FIELD
Buena Park, December, 1895.
I
MY FIRST LOVE
At this moment, when I am about to begin the most important undertaking of my life, I recall the sense of abhorrence with which I have at different times read the confessions of men famed for their prowess in the realm of love. These boastings have always shocked me, for I reverence love as the noblest of the passions, and it is impossible for me to conceive how one who has truly fallen victim to its benign influence can ever thereafter speak flippantly of it.
Yet there have been, and there still are, many who take a seeming delight in telling you how many conquests they have made, and they not infrequently have the bad taste to explain with wearisome prolixity the ways and the means whereby those conquests were wrought; as, forsooth, an unfeeling huntsman is forever boasting of the game he has slaughtered and is forever dilating upon