· 18 March 2020 ·
[A First Folio was to be auctioned in New York next month, but the plans have changed]
17 SEPTEMBER UPDATE: IT’S ALIVE
Only four days ago I gave this auction up for dead and said so here. My (legible) signature on the death certificate was premature. Fortunately I’m a better poet than a coroner.
The Exceptional Sale
• Wednesday, 14 Oct 2020
• Christie’s, New York
• 10:00 am (local time)
Original post, 18 March
When I began to write this post in January, an auction at Christie’s called The Exceptional Sale, headlined by a 1623 First Folio edition of my plays, was scheduled for 24 April in New York City. Two days ago as I sat at my screen checking my draft, Christie’s took the pages down, pulling them right out from under me. I’ve never seen that happen in real time before.
The sale’s URL now redirects to a list of Precautionary closures and sale postponements. The Exceptional Sale itself is not listed at all. I enquired of the auction house and received a courteous reply that while this sale “has not explicitly been postponed yet, it is expected that all March and April dates will be moved”. I had already snagged the link to the First Folio’s description, so you can still look at the page as long as they don’t pull it. I’ll update my post or write another one when I learn anything new.
Until the auction takes place, the book will wait for (most of) us to become social creatures again. It has survived for four centuries, demonstrating its ability to overcome its own assortment of existential threats.
Only five complete copies of the First Folio remain in private hands, and
on 24 April Christie’s will offer the first complete copy to come on the market in almost two decades. It will be auctioned during Classic Week in New York, and is being sold on behalf of Mills College in Oakland, California.
(from the description)
Mills College is an independent liberal arts college for women and gender-nonbinary students in the San Francisco area. Mills finds itself in parlous financial straits – a Mozart manuscript will also be sold. As if its money problems aren’t stressful enough, the campus is currently under a shelter-in-place quarantine order, like much of the metropolis around it.
This First Folio was given to Mills in 1977 by alumna Mary Louise O’Brien, a former college trustee and the daughter of an English professor there. Christie’s estimates the Folio to sell between $4,000,000 and $6,000,000, but all it takes is two deep pockets who both covet, and boom. When even your little £6000 Italian Herodotus can sell for £38,000, what then for a substantially complete, attractive copy of the First Folio, nearly twenty years after the last good one on the market sold for $6,166,000? Maybe I should re-write Limerick 15, change the £ to $, and add zeros. I have yet to resolve the matter of my cut.
Of course I’d like this Folio to end up where folks have the opportunity to see it and engage with it as directly as prudence permits. I spent a couple of hours with one a few years ago, with, alas, glass between us. Even so. I may know its words like the back of my hand, and digitised First Folios are one of the internet’s best gifts, but there’s no substitute for putting your nose as close to the book as they’ll let you, to get a sense of its size, the density of the type on those long pages, its physicality.
Realistically, we may not learn who comes out the winner of the eventual auction, if it includes anonymous bidders (handy word, Anonymous). My fervent plea to any gods left in heaven is that the price is beyond the Folger’s budget if not also beyond their interest, since Henry no longer hoards Folios himself. My entreaty has nothing to do with their elemental wrengthwrength n. (uncountable) The state or condition of being wrong; wrongness; wrongfulness. See Stratfordian. about me. The Folger Shakespeare Library already entombs eighty-two of the 235 known First Folios within their mausoleum in America’s capital. Far more than enough in one place, no matter who your Shake-Speare is.
So if you have very rich, very old relatives who bequeath you upwards of eight million dollars when the new bug gets them in the next few months, I have a suggestion for something you can do with the cash.
And if you think my joking shows a lack of feeling, you’re not only wrong, you’re missing the point. Unlike nearly everyone alive, I’ve been through pandemic plagues before. The only thing substantially different about this one has been its speed of transmission over distance, aided by aeroplanes and automobiles. The rest is merely detail– variations in communicability, symptoms, mortality rates. A plague is a plague no matter what causes it. Whether the menace is the Black Death, the Tudor Sweat, or COVID-19, gallows humour is a time-proven emotional defence, helping to keep real peril from overwhelming us with more worry than our hearts and minds can handle. I may be a dead poet but I have people I care about who are already closely threatened by this thing. As will almost everyone else, soon enough.
More about the First Folio
- • 393 Years of Printing: Plays to Pancakes on a Pilgrimage
- · My visit with a copy of the First Folio
- · 26 February 2017
- • Guest Poet Ben Jonson: To the Reader. Try Again.
- · Jonson’s second attempt at his First Folio introduction
- · 04 March 2017
- • The Graver’s Strife
- · Was Martin Droeshout a lousy engraver?
- · 26 April 2019
- Image Sources
- • Photos of the Mills College First Folio come from the image gallery included in the lot description at christies.com.
Don’t pay too much attention to the details in the description. The popular chords are struck and I’ve read worse, but it’s all advertising. Christie’s are high-street merchants who stand to earn a handsome commission based on the book’s sale price. They aren’t in the get-Shakespeare-correct business.
- • A Hole in One? or, In Search of Piggy Banks and Christmas Boxes [chipstone.org]
- · by Ivor Noël Hume
- · Ceramics in America 2013
- · money pot photo by Robert Hunter