My third book of 2014 is the rather oddly titled, and mostly mysterious The Glorious Nosebleed, by Edward Gorey. It's an abecedary poem, in which each line ends with an -ly adverb, and there is a full page illustration for each line. Since the title had no adverb -- and there is an appropriate cover illustration, but no explanation -- your ( Read more... )

         The Wallet of Kai Lung, by Ernest Bramah, is a book I picked up chasing a recommendation in Noel Perrin's bibliophile classic A Reader's Delight. The book that Perrin actually recommends is the second of the five or so Kai Lung collections, called Kai Lung's Golden Hours. But when I finally came across a copy of that one, the dealer also ( Read more... )

         It saddens me to know that in finishing Treehorn's Wish, Florence Parry Heide's third volume of the Treehorn Trilogy, I have exhausted the supply of Treehorn stories. No volume four. No hope that his parents will ever get a clue, and pay him some attention.
         No more Edward Gorey illustrations, either, though they are relatively ( Read more... )

          I've always enjoyed P. G. Wodehouse, and I have a thick collection of his Mr. Mulliner stories that I've been dipping into for years, but have never read cover-to-cover.  I was in the Mystery Lovers Bookshop earlier this month, and found a copy of A Pelican at Blandings sitting unprotected on a shelf.  I rescued it, of course, and have ( Read more... )