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Oddball Item of the Week

A bathroom cigarette caddy /ash tray in the shape of a toilet.

Because there’s no reason to lose any smoking time ever.

Ceramic in attractive brown with hand-painted gold hi-lights.

Cigarettes are stored in the tank, and you ash in the bowl, with a notch in the back for wall mounting.

This “Cigarette Set” brought to you by Thames “to complete your bathroom and add to your comfort”. Circa 1960.


This came from the estate of a plumber so I’m guessing it was a trade promotional item.

On ebay now (ends Sunday night at around 6PM EST).

Junk in My Trunk and Craigslist Experiment

My first “Junk in My Trunk” yard sale haul photo in a while. It’s been a long winter.

(click on the photo to go to the flickr page with annotations)

Favorite item is the toilet-shaped bathroom cigarette caddy and ashtray. No reason to waste ANY smoking time.

I also recently tried a Craigslist experiment that’s been working out well. Let me tell you about it.

I haven’t driven in years. My highschool driver’s ed teacher–an ex drill sergeant who went pasty white and jittery whenever it was my go–assured me I was going to kill someone. Between that, myopia and a driving attitude that veers between obsessive fear and carelessness, it seemed like a good idea to settle in NYC and never get behind the wheel again.

But it turns out books are heavy and since Alice is too selfish to quit her job and drive me around to estate sales full time, I placed this ad on Craigslist:

Estate Sale Ride Share

Brooklyn bookseller is looking for a ride share to hit estate sales in the NY/NJ area. Prefer dealers/shoppers (with a dependable car) who DON’T specialize in books and ephemera (no reason to bring along your own competition). You get: half gas costs, an extra set of eyes to hunt for treasure, a strong back, and someone to bitch about eBay with.

Contact me if this sounds interesting.

And I found a dealer who lives right around the corner, buys completely different items from me, and has a really efficient and tech savvy way of mapping out routes!

We hit the streets last Friday (on a fairly quiet day) and the results are pictured above. The other dealer made out comparably well and we each pointed out items that we recognized as good but weren’t interested in ourselves.

I recommend giving this a go if you’re looking for a way to expand your hunting ground, save some scratch (as well as carbon emmissions), and find someone to share intelligence with. You will be getting in a car for several (potentially stressful) hours with a stranger though, so I recommend making a list of conditions to vet your respondees.

Sale season is approaching! Good luck out there.

For the Kiddies

Two new additions to my blogrolls that seemed to belong together.

Kindertrauma: A tip-generated blog of toys, images, films etc that terrorized you as a child.

Including useful features like “Name That Trauma” where you can describe a horrible but mysterious memory and readers will try to pin down the source of your persistent anxiety.

And fiction author Carol Lanham (whose story “The Good Part” was published in Trunk Stories #3 and was a highlight of the run) has renovated her homepage: The Horror Homemaker.

Pay her a visit, mix up a cocktail and try on a saucy vintage apron.

Highsmith: A Romance of the 1950s


How great is it to discover that two of your favorite mystery writers had a love affair, worked each other into various books, and eventually (after breaking up) killed each other off in fictional guises? Pretty freakin’ great.

In the late 1950s, Gold Medal paperback writer Marijane Meaker (aka: Vin Packer; M. E. Kerr) met Patricia Highsmith in a lesbian bar. Highsmith was already well-established as a mystery writer–her work having been adapted by Alfred Hitchcock in Strangers on a Train–but in the lesbian community she was a legend for having written the first/then only lesbian novel with a happy ending (The Price of Salt as by Claire Morgan).

The writers hit it off and left their respective comfort zones/current lovers to attempt an idealic life in the country. This ended pretty much as you would expect from a relationship between:

a) two writers
b) specialists in borderline personalities
c) out lesbians in a time when women could be turned away from restaurants for wearing pants.

But along the way you learn some great details about Highsmith’s habit of gardening with a switchblade, having “dinner drinks”, “walking drinks”, “picnic drinks” and “breakfast drinks” as well as Meaker’s insecurity about being a “lurid paperback writer” (even though she made twice what Highsmith made per book) .

The book is short (about the length of a classic Gold Medal paperback), intimate and paints a vivid portrait of upper-class lesbian life in the 1950s. The epilogue–when the writers reunite after 27 years and Highsmith has become obsessively bigoted and bitter–feels like it could have been drawn from either of their classic books.

Highly recommended.

I Know Why the Phone is Crying Clarice


Because even after links on BoingBoing, Gizmodo and Thrift Horrors, 21,000 Youtube views and my 15 minutes of internet fame as straight-man to a telephone, no one bid on him/her/it.

I guess we were meant to be together. Maybe I’ll get a VOIP line and make this the official HF business line. That way I’ll yelp with terror and break out in a cold sweat every time someone calls me to buy a book and the phone’s destiny will be fulfilled.

Outsider Art Torso Phone

Posted on eBay right now is the creepiest single item I’ve ever come across. It’s a crying skinned hermaphrodite telephone!….I kid you not.


It’s a sculpture of a visible/skinned half-man half-woman with a rotary phone installed inside and the dial exposed on the abdomen. The mouth and ear piece of the phone are in the figure’s head which you lift off the body and speak into.

The body of this life-size sculpture is made from plaster of Paris on a wooden skeleton. The exterior is painted with acrylic paint which has been built up and textured to look like muscle. Exposed bone had been inventively made out of ribbons of hot glue. The figure’s head has male and female features (with lipstick/makeup and styled hair on the feminine side) and both eyes are shedding a tear (who wouldn’t?).

Also, it works! Witness the horror:

I have numerous images on the sale page.

BOOK CSI: Tastiest Book Ever and Porno Proof-Reading

I saw a box of 100+ British Dr. Who pbs for sale this past weekend. I was waffling about trying them on eBay when I picked one up and noticed the telltale 1/8″ bore-holes indicating bookworms. Looking further I found this one which has the highest number of holes I’ve seen on a single book: 13!



3-4 holes in a text block is not uncommon in titles from the 40s and earlier but this book is from 1982! This leads me to conclude that the Doctor Who Crossword book is the most delicious confection ever printed.

Next up a batch of sleaze paperbacks that showed up in the mail. The covers were nice and the bindings were solid but fanning the pages I noticed heavy ink underlining and marginalia. On further investigation I discovered the previous owner had developed an elaborate system to annotate his porn using multi-colored ink, pictograms for particular sex acts and indexes on the inside back cover.

and more (NWS): 1, 2, 3

When reading this type of literature, you’re already reduced to one hand. But when the other hand contains a multicolor hi-lighting pen, it seems you’re missing the point.

Book CSI is a continuing record of the sins against books committed by readers, the elements and time. I’m posting interesting cases as I find them. Please report any noteworthy crimes to our desk man.

Tax Prep Week

…so I’ve barely had time to post. But there’s a new batch of covers in the Pulp Fiction Cover Gallery. This comprises the last of my acquisitions from the Housing Works Geektacular Sale.

Also I picked up a copy of the Warren PB price guide and filled in a lot of “unknown” artists. If you have a favorite, do a name search in my photostream and you’ll likely turn up more than previous.

Hopefully I’ll be rescued and back to posting next week.

A Few New Blogs

…that I’ve been enjoying recently.

Two by the author of an interesting sounding upcoming book “Take me to the Water: Immersion Baptism in Vintage Music and Photography 1890-1950” (Dust-to-Digital, April ’09)

Dull Tool, Dim Bulb: “A blog about surface, wear, form and authenticity in art, antiques and photography. Dull tool and dim bulb were the only swear words my father ever used”; with a recent post on Hobo Nickels that has me checking the pockets of every patched up coat I find in a thrift store.


and

Gals Gams and Garters: documenting–one clipping at a time–the scrapbook of a leg and garter aficionado that was dumpster-dived in Virginia in the 60s.


Also collector and archivist Vincent Lexington Harper has built a digital gallery of vintage Asian advertising art called Old Orient Museum. It features tons of vintage tobacco and pin-up advertising (much of which was destroyed during China’s Cultural Revolution). This site’s a little Flash heavy for my taste (though I love the soundtrack) but it’s a rich resource.

I’ll add all three of these to my sidebar link lists.