our lady of the bitches
I got these delicate ankles. I’m like a slim and fragile-boned racehorse where the shin meets the foot. Always have been. The foot doctor says with my high arch I’m unstable. So there’s the medical explanation for all my problems. High arch induced instability. The bad news is I tore the ligament that comes over the top of my left foot.
How do I make some money sitting down? I haven’t done it since I worked at Cumberland Farms running the register. So up for grabs is “Our Lady of the Beeches” by Bettina Von Hutten (a barroness we learn on the masthead’s page).
The provenance is not clear, but it appears this book belonged to a courtesan of William L. Harding; Mary Thompson arrived in California in 1917 when the hopeful Govenor of Iowa paid her hush money in the form of a train ticket and stake money in San Francisco. Her effects were recently uncovered in a secret floor panel at an alleged Roaring Twenties whorehouse, this book being among them.
It has a wonderful irreproducible mildew stain on the top right corner whose grayish smoke color compliments the four color imprint on the cover, beech leaves in a black brown, the stem in cool green, the veining in the leaves a warmer green. The title has a bad ass vaguely Celtic or Norse Epic font.
Some unknown red stain in the lower left area. Adds a wonderful touch.
First person to leave a comment expressing interest gets it for $15 dollars. That includes express three day shipping for free. Published in October 1902, possibly 1st edition from Riverside Press in Cambridge Massachusetts, you’d have your head up your ass if you didn’t make a move on it.
This will include a hand made MRIP calling card. Highly collectible among people who are into that kind of thing. Useless to those who aren’t.