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  • The Library of Dream December 15, 2010

    Author: Beach Combing | in : Contemporary , trackback

    Beachcombing has, on previous occasions, enumerated some of his preferred invisible libraries: books or collections of books that never existed save in the imagination of fantasizing authors. And he could hardly overlook a notable recent contribution to the genre, the Library of Dreams by Neil Gaiman.

    For those who don’t know NG is an author of graphic novels and novels. Among his many works he has written a series built around the figure of Dream, a being (‘god’ doesn’t really do him justice) who controls the imagination (dreams, fantasies etc) of the universe.

    Now in Dream’s realm there is a library and in this library are the books that great authors only dreamt, but never had a chance to actually write.

    Beachcombing enjoys the other invisible collections that he has presented to date but, to his mind, Gaiman’s dreamt library beats them all, being just a little below, in wit and breadth, the Musaeum Clausum of Sir Thomas Brown.

    In what follows Beachcombing has avoided Dream’s geographical works – Hotels on the Moon and the like – and concentrated on his literary collection glimpsed in the Sandman collection.

    Anyone, The Bestselling Romantic Spy Thriller I Used To Think About On The Bus That Would Sell A Billion Copies And Mean I’d Never Have to Work Again  

    Baum, Frank Road Trips to the Emerald City

    Bramah, Ernest The Death of Kai Lung

    Burroughs, Edgar Rice Tarzan in Mars

    Cabell, James Branch Poictesme Babylon

    Carroll, Lewis, Alice’s Journey Behind the Moon

    Chandler, Raymond Love Can Be Murder

    Chesterton, G. K. The Man Who Was October

    Dickens, Charles The Return of Edwin Drood

    Doyle, Arthur Conan The Conscience of Sherlock Holmes

    Fry, Erasmus The Hand of Glory  

    Gaiman, Neil Rooms

    Ian and Ann’s Book of Days

    Jones, Diana Wynne The Last Witch But One

    Kelly, Walt Go-Go Pogo  

    Lewis, C.S. The Emperor Over the Sea

    Lofting, Hugh Puddleby Papers

    Lord Dunsany The Dark God’s Darlings

    Marlowe, Christoper The Merrie Comedy of the Redemption of Dr. Faustus

    Mirrlees, Hope Chanticleer’s Dance

    Matheson, Richard In Times Like These

    Moore, Alan Xenon

    Peake, Mervyn, The Fall of Gormenghast

    Swift, Jonathan The Last Voyage of Lemuel Gulliver

    Tolkein, J. R.R. The Lost Road

    Various People, The Real Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy  

    Webster, John A Banquet for the Wormes

    White, T.H. Arthur in Avalon

    Wodehouse, P.G. Psmith and Jeeves

    Zelazny, Roger Beyond Chaos

    Some of these books are already a little dated. Gormenghast has crumbled to dust in this world and the world of dream.

    Some titles are a little self referential: Neil Gaiman and Erasmus Fry (a Gaiman character).

    Some fall flat: Beachcombing would have preferred Jeeves and the Nazis (remembering Wodehouse’s WW2 brushes with notoriety) to the weak Psmith.

    And some are – at least to Beachcombing – utterly mysterious: who are Ian and Ann?

    However, most are  simply fabulous.

    So the idea of that fascist teddybear, T.H. White describing an elderly Arthur shuffling around Avalon in ‘a cat knap of old age’ pleases: perhaps the problem, if any, is that it is too credible and would see THW overindulging himself (just for a change).

    Chandler’s Love Can be Murder works better because it is the book that Chandler could never have written in his waking hours, though his therapist and the local barman would have dearly wished him to.

    The Man who was October is presumably a pagan version of Chesterton’s The Man who was Thursday: Gilbert set loose from the Catholic asylum.

    Pace NG, Sherlock Holmes showed that he had a conscience time and time again. But Beachcombing likes the idea of the detective worrying about how  he has almost ruined Watson’s marriage, until of course the cocaine takes hold and then oblivion…  

    Beachcombing’s absolute fave though is Frank Baum’s Road Trips to the Emerald City. Half Kerouac, half Yellow Brick. The Tin Man smoking pot and the Lion living like a glorious Roman Candle, while Dorothy writes bad Beat poems.

    God preserve us!

    Beachcombing is going Invisible Library mad at the moment as he is considering painting a composite invisible library onto the door of his library in imitation of Dickens. Any other suggestions, do please, then rush them in. Drbeachcombing AT yahoo DOT com

    Beachcombing has been playing around with a Shakespeare title He was only a Stratford Lad or a Milton poem, Jehovah in Chains? He can’t quite get them right though.


    15 Dec 2010: Some wonderful ‘invisible titles’ have already been sent in including Alighieri, Dante Hot Nights with Beatrice (SY); Charlemagne, Life of Einhard (JT) (Beachcombing loves this one); Churchill, Winston Look at me now! (SY); Dux, Arthur Six Months in the Lowland British Forests and the Cavalry Charge at the Hill of Badon (JT); Grimm, Jacob, Lies My Brother Told Me (SY); Hergé Tintin and the Nazis (SY); Plato, The Closed Society and its Friends (anon); and Smith, Joseph Making Religion: A Sociological Study (Fresh Mor).

    17 Dec: A second round – Polo, Marco Into Africa (Dreamon); Hanno, Dread at the Chariot of the Gods (Draemon); Christie, Agatha 1926: Harrogate Diaries (Beachcombing); Columbus, Christopher Before the Peacock Throne of the Indian Emperor (Beachcombing); Higgins, Godfrey Anacalypsis: the Missing Chapter on Christianity  (Beachcombing inspired by RR); and Casaubon, Dorothea The Key to All Mythologies (Old Timer). Mrs B is giving some serious thought to one from the gospels but could only come up with the fairly weak  (Beachcombing thought) Augustine, City of Sin – still she was eight and a bit months pregnant.