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The Tongue Tied Canary - Nicolas Bentley
1950 UK hardcover Thriller Book Club edition London A VG book in VG unclipped dustwrapper No previous owner names etc, tight and square The jacket shows shallow loss to spine ends and light edge wear IT WAS JUST AFTER TWO; I HAD AN HOUR AND A HALF TO KILL before I needed to be at The Honeypot. Whenever I've got time on my hands I usually go to have a look at some pictures; so this time I thought, why not at Wirth's? A solid period copy of the authors second book For Sale at £7.50 (approx $15) *DF2
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If the pictures up in his room at the Astoria were anything to go by, I might run into something quite interesting: might even run into trouble. So I walked down through Soho, and as I went along I first got a whiff of roasting coffee, and then of baking bread; and sometimes the smell of an epicene smelling like they smell in France. It was cold, and the wind had swept the pavements clean and dry. All it had left were those little polygot groups which seem to sprout without the slightest encouragement all along Greek Street at any time of the day or night. Going from Soho to St. James's isn't just exchanging one social milieu or one set of habits for another: it's a long distance journey between the cosmopolitan and the English temperament. The neighbourhood of Wirth's gallery was the antithesis of Greek Street. It was in a secluded well-bred little thoroughfare, and the gallery had just one picture in its window—a big warm Vuillard, and I wanted it. I went inside and looked round. There was a large room in the front and a smaller one behind it; and at the back, up a few stairs, there was what I imagined was the office. |
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