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Christie’s Sold Sylvia Plath Lots

In the past I have reported on Sotheby's Sold Lot Archive (see the 500th post and also the 598th post of this blog) and how it is a fascinating glimpse into one faction of the book markets' supply & demand. Here is a look at Christie's sold lot archive. There is some cool stuff...

First a hybrid book that was mentioned in the Sotheby's post a week ago...The Wilbury Crockett copy of The Colossus that sold in on 2009 at Sotheby's was sold through Christie's (seven years earlier if you want to know) in lot 53 on 11 October 2002 for $35,850. The sale price at Sotheby's was £17,500, or roughly $28,550, so it actually represents a loss of about $7,300. This copy is currently for sale for £37,500 (or $60,518.64) through the reputable and estimable Peter Harrington Rare Books of London.

I hope that you are seated...On 9 December 1998 - just 42 days after Ted Hughes passed away - this very unique copy of The Colossus sold in Lot 46. This was an inscribed copy that Sylvia Plath sent to her in-laws in Yorkshire! Included was a color picture of Plath with Frieda and Nicholas at Court Green that I imagine was inserted into the book after Plath’s death, but possibly before. It’s a touching gesture, if this is what happened. I weap that the price was $11,500 as that is freakin' dirt cheap. I miss 1998!

Are you still sitting? I also miss 1997, when a letter from a collegiate "Smithie" Plath sold for $1,840 on 12 November of that year in Lot 52. The details of this letter were: Autograph letter signed ("Your happy girl Sylvia") TO HER MOTHER Aurelia Plath, Smith College, Northampton, Mass., n.d. [Winter 1951 or 1952]. 2 pages, 8vo, both sides of a blue sheet of stationery with Smith College heading. The auction description goes on to say, “A rapturous account of "the nicest weekend I ever had" skiing in the New Hampshire hills near Francestown: "...Marcia and I...went out into the most beautiful world imagineable [sic]! Snow had fallen in a fine powder last night, and the sun was out in a snow-blue sky...it was one of those heavenly dry-cold days, with blinding sun and snow and sharp blue shadows. The air was swimmingly blue. A kind neighbor loaned me a pair of skis and I 'skiid' for the first time in my life...I have never been so thrilled in my life!...Skiing, if you can do it well, must be pretty close to feeling like God..." Not in Letters Home and presumably unpublished."

We know Plath went skiing with Marcia Brown in February 1951; and an image of the two collegians appears in a couple of biographies and in the Unabridged Journals. Over on Flickr, Enigma14 has a photograph of the house and trees where Plath & Brown had their picture taken! Thanks Engima14! And by way of comparison, Enigma14 has a scan of the photo of Plath & Brown there, too.

A number of Victoria Lucas Bell Jar's have sold through Christie's too at prices that would make your mouth drop at their un-high-ness. On 13 November 2008 a first edition sold for $557 in lot 220; on 8 April 2003, a copy sold for $777 in lot 195; and on 18 October 1991, a copy sold along with a first edition of Nadine Gordimer's The Lying Days for $342 in lot 253.

A copy of the limited edition Crystal Gazer and Other Poems sold along with an uncorrected proof of the Faber Winter Trees and another limited edition, Child, on 30 November 2005 for $866 in lot 52.

But wait, there's more.

A copy of the limited edition Fiesta Melons sold in lot 212 on 7 March 2007 for $694 as part of a lot of books; and truly drool-inducing is this copy of a proof of Lupercal which sold in lot 158 on 11 October 2002 for $11,950. Why the call an uncorrected proof with visible corrections an uncorrected proof escapes my logic, but whatever (it should have been called a corrected uncorrected proof)... a truly remarkable, fabled book... A point of contention after reading the auction description, I could not see the book sticking out of his jacket in the Faber Poets photograph, but it can be seen in this image which I presume was taken on the same day on Faber's Flickr thing.

A copy of that full Faber Poets photograph is going for sale in lot 107, via Bonhams, on 29 March 2011 as part of the Roy Davids Collection II sale.

This concludes this blogs 600th post!

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