Last week, I eagerly left work in anticipation of the book sale happening at my favorite library. (We can see how thrilling my life is as of late) Among the rubble of Danielle Steele, Mary Higgens Clark, &c I fished out a few gems. Some Elizabeth Bowen, which I've recently read about at Book Snob and more Willie Maugham (yes, we're at that level).
The real diamond in the rough, though, was 'Hot Countries' by Alec Waugh. Alec Waugh, as in Evelyn's older brother.
'Hot Countries,' published in 1930, is a travel book of his experiences visiting equatorial islands and places in the 1920's -this is where I die. I've always had a fascination with Alec, often overshadowed by his younger brother, but a writer of a great many books.
And it is filled with stunning woodcuts by Lynd Ward.
Even more astonishing is the fact that I read about 'Hot Countries' not even a four days before the sale on Admiral Cod's blog. How could my interest not be picqued by his quote from the book? Isn't it so odd when coincidental things like that happen? Read exerpt HERE
As you can imagine, I am as pleased as pie and cannot wait to read this whilst conjuring up visions of myself on a steamer from Siam to Ceylon, panama hat resting gently on my leather boots, drinking my gin martini, writing letters back home to my brother Evelyn...I hear his book 'Vile Bodies' is about to be published. Will it be a success?