No, I have never been to Pancake Bay. This was a present from my sister, who worked up in that area for a few years.
Book: The Metaphysical Club by Louis Menand
No, I have never been to Pancake Bay. This was a present from my sister, who worked up in that area for a few years.
Book: The Metaphysical Club by Louis Menand
These are from a set of a dozen paper-cut bookmarks featuring masks of characters from the Beijing Opera.
Book: The Story of China by Michael Wood
Just a giftshop bookmark from one of the chain stores. The sort of thing you pick up while waiting in line. But who can resist such a plushy fellow?
Book: American Visions by Robert Hughes
Is this ivory? I don’t know. I hope not. But it was given to me as a present so it’s in my collection and I handle it with care.
Book: The Transcendentalists and Their World by Robert A. Gross
I have lots of these cheap novelty bookmarks. This is a bookworm, because he’s a little green grub holding a book. Plus he’s wearing glasses.
Book: The Russian Revolution: A New History by Sean McMeekin
I think this is the pope. And specifically John Paul II. I don’t know what his gesture is supposed to signify. He seems to be giving up in exasperation over something.
Book: The Rising Sun by John Toland
Not sure who gave this to me, or when. But it’s very pretty. The texture doesn’t come out well in the picture. It’s a paper bookmark, but rough and felt-like.
Book: The Americans: The Colonial Experience by Daniel J. Boorstin
One of the great things about collecting bookmarks is that wherever you go as a tourist you can usually pick up a bookmark to commemorate your visit. Sometimes they can just be a simple paper one that doesn’t cost anything. This is one I got on a visit to Boston and environs back in 1996 or thereabouts.
Book: True Believer: The Rise and Fall of Stan Lee by Abraham Riesman
I don’t remember where I got this, or how long ago. It looks neat though.
Book: Mary Queen of Scots by Antonia Fraser
This was a recent present from my neighbours. They have a black cat named Kiki so they wrote in his name on the cat’s tail.
Book: Thomas Cromwell: A Life by Diarmaid MacCulloch