Biblio File in a Flea Market, Part 1
Most used bookstores don’t tend to sell magazines. They’re less durable than books; customers maul them, they get ratty, they take up lots of space, plus they’re typically a small ticket item. In other words, they don’t pay. Of course, that’s why I collect them, because there’s precious little chance of re-selling any of them at any kind of profit.
No. Not true. Considering the concerted effort I’m expending here to proselytize on behalf of the medium - educating readers about all of the work that goes into these marvels; the fine textual and visual qualities associated with the printed specimens I’m featuring - the market for vintage magazines is sure to explode, and soon.
Anyhow. This dearth explains why I’ve spent at least as much time during the past six months at flea markets and in antique stores as I have in bookshops. It’s yielded some pretty good results, plus a lot of wonderful photo-ops. Thought you might enjoy looking at some of what I’ve seen and found lately.
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You’ll recall the flea market I visited in Leipzig about a year ago, where I scored this batch of Die Woche magazines