A Book of the Winter
Compiled by Edith Sitwell.
New York. Vanguard Press, 1951. Octavo. Black cloth boards in a chipped indigo dust wrapper. 114 pages. First edition. Near fine.
Selections from William Blake, Francios Villon, Edgar Allen Poe, Arthur Rimbaud, James Joyce, Gerard de Nerval, Dionysius the Aeropagite, Charles Baudelaire, and many others. We crush hard on all things Edith Sitwell, someone the market doesn't respect. Well, truth be told, we don't respect the implied wisdom of the market. Poet, critic, bon vivant, eccentric, Sitwell was a first-class bad animal, even if she did, in her later years, base a critique of William S. Burroughs on her preferring Chanel No. 5 to having her nose "nailed to other people's lavatories."
"to my American readers . . . who share, with me, the beauties of winter . . . In this book I have been concerned, principally, with the making of a pattern, like that, perhaps, of those traceries that were my earliest memory. I was not concerned with producing a hotch-potch of everything that has been written about winter. One of the greatest difficulties encountered in making an anthology of this kind is to resign oneself to omissions. I have had to exclude many beauties because they pulled the pattern out of shape."