It’s a mad mad world, my masters.
When you think that this edition of Jane Eyre, published around 1900 and therefore nowhere near a first edition but with that all-important art nouveau spine, sells for two or three hundred pounds, while Maria Edgeworth’s “Ormond” published by the same publisher in the same attractive format, also with that art nouveau spine but with a better illustrator (Pegram versus Bacon – yes, who?) struggles to fetch a tenner.
Now why?
Jane Eyre must have had a larger print run and should therefore be more common, yet it fetches twenty times as much. Are we mad, or is there so much magic in the Bronte name (and especially in this novel) that fans will pay this price to add another version to their collection?
You tell me.
It might be mad, but it’s not all bad. You get to grab a real bargain to enjoy and who knows, by the time you are old the world may have come to its senses and you can sell it to fund your retirement
knotrune
March 6, 2013 at 10:09 am
Some might say Maria Edgeworth is more fun than Jane Austen anyway.
Russell James
March 6, 2013 at 3:27 pm