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The Joy of Booking
The Joy of Booking
The Joy of Booking
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The Joy of Booking

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A guide to buying and selling used SF books

Within these pages, you'll learn all of the basics behind bookselling for the part-time, convention bookseller from stock selection and setup to pricing and shipping. With Bud's many years of experience behind the dealer's table, he is in a unique position to guide the newbie bookseller with his insights into the business, and to offer his personal thoughts as a life-long bibliophile.

Do booksellers get all the babes? Maybe. You'll at least meet some very interesting folk in your journeys. And if you're looking for a fun way to help ease the burden of convention costs, this is certainly one way to do it.

"Written specifically for the beginner or hobbyist seller. The Joy of Booking discusses all of the important points of getting started and does so in a way that not only inspires you to do it but also shows you how to do it right. More relevant than ever in this increasingly digital world. Webster's writing will remind even the most jaded dealer why we started selling: for the love of the book."
—Timothy Doyle, Collecting Science Fiction
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Release dateAug 15, 2014
ISBN9781310811791
The Joy of Booking
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Bud Webster

Bud Webster is a prize-winning poet, science fiction historian, and writer. His column, Anthopology 101, currently runs in the Bulletin of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America.

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    The Joy of Booking - Bud Webster

    THE JOY OF BOOKING

    a guide to buying and selling used SF books

    by

    BUD WEBSTER

    Produced by ReAnimus Press

    Other books by Bud Webster:

    Anthopology 101: Reflections, Inspections and Dissections of SF Anthologies

    © 2014 by Bud Webster. All rights reserved.

    http://ReAnimus.com/authors/budwebster

    Cover Art by Bob Snare

    Smashwords Edition Licence Notes

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    ~~~

    To the memory and honor of Vince Gilligan and Nelson Bond, antiquarian bookmen extraordinaires: if I’m able to pass along even a tenth of the knowledge they’ve given me, I’ll consider it a job well done.

    ~~~

    Table of Contents

    Preface

    Foreword

    Who Sells Books?

    Why Sell Books?

    What To Sell?

    Where To Sell?

    When To Sell?

    How To Sell

    Obtaining Stock

    Managing Your Stock

    Pros and Cons

    Packing & Shipping

    Ready To Go

    Notes

    Appendix

    About The Author

    Preface

    It behooves me, right up front, to make it clear what we’re going to cover in the The Joy of Booking’s coming pages—and, even more important, what we aren’t going to cover. Not to mention my qualifications for doing this in the first place. Off and on, I’ve been selling used sf and fantasy books for the past 35-plus years, at conventions, through the mail, and more recently, online. Not once in all that time have I owned, operated, or worked in a brick & mortar used bookshop, although I have from time to time consulted for a few.

    Any advice and suggestions I have to give here are directed not at those of you who want to open retail storefronts, but at the parttime seller who’s looking to supplement his/her income, to help defray the expense of adding to his/her own collections, or simply to find a way to help cover the travel and hotel expenses of going to the conventions he/she would be going to anyway.

    Foreword

    bib•li•o•phile: (bi-blē-ə fīl’) also bib•li•o•phil (-fil’) or bib•li•oph•i•list, n.

    1. A lover of books.

    2. A collector of books.

    (From www.thefreedictionary.com)

    That covers it reasonably well, I think. You can’t be one without the other, you know, and if you’re reading this, then we all know that you’re both, poor thing.

    (There’s a third aspect of this, of course, which is the focus of this particular treatise, and which is almost certainly the primary raison d’être for your having purchased it in the first place, but we’ll get to that soon enough.)

    My life-long love of the bound codex is evident to any and/or all who venture into my general environment. There are books in every room; stored neatly on shelves, stacked carefully on tables, painstakingly packed in boxes and bags and piled precariously on nearly every flat surface in the joint.

    I come by it honestly. My folks taught me to read at a very early age, and I was surrounded by books as a kid. One in particular was to have a significant affect on me on several levels: The Worlds Best Loved Poems, edited by James Gilchrist Lawson for Harper in 1927. About half of it was made up of inspirational or newspaper verse, which are interesting at this point primarily as artifacts of the time; but it also contained Shakespeare, Poe, Whitman and Robert W. Service, who are still among my favorites.

    My sisters, ten years older than I, had school books from their English classes that I devoured as soon as I could hold them. Reading quickly became my favorite sport, replacing dodge-ball at which I excelled. Not. When I was issued my own English Lit books, I ran through them the first week—I may not have been a straight-A student, but I knew those stories and poems long before the teacher taught them to us.

    I only had a small bookcase in my room as a kid, and its contents ebbed and flowed weekly as I checked books out of the library, read them, and returned them to get more. This regularity endeared me to the very kind ladies at the public library; so much, in fact, that I was given an extremely special dispensation one afternoon.

    I do not recall the circumstances under which this occurred, in all honesty. I may very well have been told, or heard about it on the news, but somehow in the early 1960s the main branch of the Roanoke, Virginia, Public Library was tapped to house—however briefly—a copy of the Gutenberg Bible. Even while in elementary school, I understood how important this book was. I suspect, thinking back on it now, that it had been the subject of an announcement in English class (or possibly at my church one Sunday), but however word came to me, come to me it did.

    I don’t know how long that magnificent relic stayed in town; it may have been a few days or a week as it awaited transportation to another lucky library, but I know it wasn’t a permanent addition to their holdings. I don’t recall now, almost a half-century later, if I asked about it or if I was invited by a librarian to view it. What I do recall, though...

    I recall walking downstairs to the library’s vault, cool and still. I recall the librarian opening the cage with a ring of keys that made a sound I’d never before heard, an overture of sorts to an opera of truly biblical proportions. I recall her pulling on a pair of white cotton gloves, walking me softly into the vault, speaking to me in quiet tones; I have no idea what her religious views were, and frankly, they were then and are now totally irrelevant, as her adoration was almost certainly more for the object in front of us than for its spiritual importance.

    She solemnly cautioned me not to touch it, so I put my hands behind my back as I padded into the cage behind her, anticipation making my heart beat faster and widening my eyes so as not to miss a single aspect of this marvel, this relic of more than just sacred consequence.

    And there it was. My eyes filled with the sheer enormity of it; I could smell the leather binding and the vellum pages; the very creaking of that binding and the music the pages made as she slowly and gently turned them rang in my ears in a way nothing else had, ever before. I was more than captivated, I was ensorcelled. The age of it, the dignity and brilliance it represented fill me with a reverence that had little to do with the scriptures it contained.

    I knew—I knew—deep in my innards that

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