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    The Book of William: How Shakespeare's First Folio Conquered the World
    The Book of William: How Shakespeare's First Folio Conquered the World
    The Book of William: How Shakespeare's First Folio Conquered the World
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    The Book of William: How Shakespeare's First Folio Conquered the World

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    The first complete collection of Shakespeare's plays was almost never printed. Only the machinations of several wealthy donors and publishers brought it into existence, and even then it was practically unnoticed. Many of the original 750 copies of Shakespeare's First Folio were gone before the turn of the 18th century. But a hundred years later, the greatest plays in English were rediscovered, revamped, and re-publicized, beginning the long and surprising process that secured the legacy of Shakespeare.
    Broken down into five sections, each tied to a different location and century, The Book of William explores the curious rise of the First Folio: Frankfurt (17th century), Fleet Street (18th century), the British Museum (19th century), the Folger Shakespeare Library (20th century), and Meisei University of Tokyo (21st century). It recounts the book's remarkable journey, as it lies undiscovered for decades, burns, sinks, is bought and sold, and ultimately, becomes untouchable. Finally, Collins speculates on Shakespeare's cross-cultural future as more and more Folios migrate to Japanese buyers, who are entering their contents into the electronic ether.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBloomsbury USA
    Release dateJul 1, 2009
    ISBN9781608191383
    The Book of William: How Shakespeare's First Folio Conquered the World
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    Paul Collins

    Paul Collins was born in Toronto, Ontario Canada. Collins is a freelance commercial director. In 2002, he directed a documentary about youth violence called Just Talk. Its world premier was at the Final Cut Short Film Screenings DJ & VJ Sets in the city of Brighton in the fall of 2003. Collins has written Prescience Rendezvous (out of print), King without an Empire, and Mystery of Everyman's Way. Check out

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    • 4/5
      This book was a total delight! Paul Collins travels the world to try to find as many “First Folios” of Shakespeare as possible. Meanwhile he “time travels” (metaphorically) giving much information on the history of how these folios came into existence and the many people, both famous and nearly forgotten, involved. This was a Christmas gift from my husband and I highly recommend it to bibliomaniacs and Shakespeare fanatics.
    • 4/5
      While I enjoyed this book (and Collins' Sixpence House) I was a bit disappointed by it. I had hoped for a bit more depth. The breadth of the work is, however, an excellent introduction to the movement of the Folios themselves. The "Further Readings" section makes up for some of the disappointment. Even (or perhaps especially) when reading popular histories, I find myself waiting for the footnotes, citations, etc. to point me toward more on the topics discussed. I found Collins' tendency to jump in time a bit difficult to follow. His use of pronouns was not always clear enough for me to pick the book up after a few days away and remember who belonged when. Overall though the book is very readable. It's a bit breezy in style in places, but Collins is a writer bridging the gap between academic and popular publishing. I think he does well in general, but in a few places, particularly in Acts IV and V he increasingly 'floats' over rather than 'dives' into the subject matter.I am reading Shakespeare and the Book by Kastan next and I think this will be an excellent deepening of Collins' work.I would recommend Collins for anyone interested in Shakespeare, the Folios, the afterlife of either, and book history more generally. I think the book would be helped by some brief family/association trees of those persons that turn out to be related in various ways.
    • 4/5
      Paul Collins writes an entertaining and enlightening tale of the First Folio of William Shakespeare. I am not by any means a Shakespeare scholar, although like most educated Americans, I've been exposed to his works both in high school and in college. The story of how his works were published, and the tortuous journeys of these volumes is fascinating and presented with a clear and somewhat humorous narration. Collins follows the folios throughout the world, tracking ownership, explaining the differences in different editions, and painting word pictures of these archival masterpieces. I was especially interested in two aspects, the collection at the Folger Library in Washington DC, and the collection owned by the Japanese and held at the Meisei University in Tokyo.I was intrigued by his descriptions of Japanese theatre and how Shakespeare has been adapted to it over the past hundred plus years. I am familiar with kabuki, and with the marvelous Japanese puppet shows: Bunraku. He explains:"Along with such alien notions as soliloquies, the poetry, the English system of meter and accent, didn't make much sense in Japanese. ...Japanese words are consonant-vowel, and because of the confoundment of R and L, Hamlet became Hamuretto, and Shakespeare himself turned into Sheikusupia. "Puppets provided an excellent solution to the problem.Collins' love of early printing, and the Folios in particular is evident throughout the book. It is well researched, and provides additional resources at the end. I just wish he'd presented a bit more framing up front so I could have figured out earlier what he was attempting to tell us. It took me almost 100 slowly dragging pages before the light went on and then the story snowballed. For book lovers and students of Shakespeare this volume will provide hours of enjoyment.
    • 4/5
      This was lovely, Collins reviews the history of Shakespeare's First Folio from the time of its publication up through its status today of the world's most collectible book (w/ price tag to match). I think booky people -- people who not only read, but love to literally get their hands on books -- would be especially interested in this, although in a way it was strangely UNsatisfying because it's not as if I'm ever going to own one. The chapter on Shakepeare in Japanese culture could be the basis for a whole different book. This would be a terrific companion piece to Stephen Greenblatt's Will in the World: How Shakespeare Became Shakespeare which I read last year and enjoyed immensely, and it has a similar effect of making you nostalgic for your high school Shakespeare class (with Miss Bangeter?).
    • 4/5
      Paul Collins has written a delightful little book on the history of the First Folio of Shakespeare's plays published shortly after his death. It's pretty interesting to see how many of these books survived, and the sometimes intricate paths they've traveled. Along the way, he introduces us to the people who have purchased, collected, studied and preserved these books over the centuries - and an interesting bunch they are!Don't read this book expecting a scholarly history. That's a good thing for people like me who are vaguely familiar with the folios and want to hear more. The Book of William is a good introduction to the subject for non-experts and Collins put together a bibliography for those who want to read more.

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    The Book of William - Paul Collins

    THE BOOK OF WILLIAM

    BY THE SAME AUTHOR

    The Trouble with Tom: The Strange Afterlife and Times of Thomas Paine

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    The Book of William

    How Shakespeare’s First Folio

    Conquered the World

    Paul Collins

    New York Berlin London

    2009 by Paul Collins

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information address Bloomsbury USA, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010

    Published by Bloomsbury USA, New York

    All papers used by Bloomsbury USA are natural, recyclable products made from wood grown in well-managed forests. The manufacturing processes conform to the environmental regulations of the country of origin.

    LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA

    Collins, Paul, 1969–

    The book of William: how Shakespeare’s first folio conquered the world/Paul Collins.

    — 1st ed.

    p. cm.

    eISBN: 978-1-60819-138-3

    1. Shakespeare, William, 1564–1616—Bibliography—Folios. 1623. 2. Early printed books—17th century—Bibliography. 3. Books—History.

    I. Title.

    Z8813'C65 2009

    [PR2888]

    016.8223'3—dc22

    2009006722

    First U.S. edition 2009

    1 3 5 7 9 10 8 6 4 2

    Design by Rachel Reiss

    Typeset by Westchester Book Group

    Printed in the United States of America by Quebecor World Fairfield

    To That Most Incomparable and Noble Uncle,

    Daniel Marc Thomas

    CONTENTS

    ACT I

    SCENE i. New Bond Street, London

    SCENE ii. Barbican and Aldersgate, London

    SCENE iii. St. Paul’s Churchyard, London

    SCENE iv. New Bond Street, London

    ACT II

    SCENE i. Hampstead Heath, London

    SCENE ii. Catherine Street, London

    SCENE iii. 17 Gough Square, London

    SCENE iv. Staple Inn, High Holborn, London

    ACT III

    SCENE i. Charing Cross, London

    SCENE ii. High Halden, Kent

    SCENE iii. Kensal Green Cemetery, London

    ACT IV

    SCENE i. East Capitol Street, Washington, D.C.

    SCENE ii. Folger Shakespeare Library, Washington, D.C.

    SCENE iii. Level C, Folger Shakespeare Library

    ACT V

    SCENE i. The Globe Theatre, Shin-Okubo, Shinjuku Ward

    SCENE ii. Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo

    SCENE iii. Meisei University, Hino, Tokyo

    SCENE iv. Shinjuku Metro Promenade, Tokyo

    Further Readings

    Acknowledgments

    ACT I

    SCENE i.

    New Bond Street, London

    Practically speaking, this auction room and its contents are on fire.

    But it’s the slow burn of old books, a combustion through yellowing and foxing; one so imperceptible that it warms rather than consumes, like a living presence pressed against your skin. Sotheby’s on preview day is where they glow the warmest, these heirlooms and attic treasures, these cast-off orphans of royal libraries and county manors: they shake off the years of dust to be cradled in the hands of bibliophiles filing in off New Bond Street. Tomorrow these volumes may be headed to a Norfolk book dealer, a Paris expat’s mantel, or to a collector in Tokyo—some to be read voraciously, some to never be opened again, and a few to perish when a candle flame or a tectonic plate goes awry. But today these books are together, intact and readable, and bask in more attention than many of them have seen in centuries.

    A book dealer next to me hefts in his palm the leather binding of a 1727 Works by John Locke, still bearing faint traces of having survived a fire and a flood; on my other side an elderly lady buries her attentions within the red morocco of Lot 75, a 1683 edition of The Compleat Servant-Maid; Or, The Young Maiden’s Tutor. The first instructions in the book are all about preserving—cherries, roses, walnuts, apricocks—marmalade of quince, syrup of violets—everything was so perishable then. Curiously, after preserving fruit the book’s very next tutorial is in the art of writing: the boiling down and preserving of thoughts.

    Over here sits Lot 62, a 1598 black-letter Chaucer still bearing the owner’s bookplate of one W. Featherstonehaugh; over there in Lot 142 awaits a soiled, spattered, and rubbed copy of Dracula bound in what was once bright yellow cloth—the sort of thing you might find in a garage sale—except that when opened it reveals the scribbled-in date of 18 Nov 1897 and this notation:

    With best wishes—Bram Stoker.

    But what’s really attracting attention is not any one book—not even the pale blue first-edition Ulysses, or the unpublished Henry James letter ("Too many notes, too many calling cards, dinners, women, above all . . . I shall crawl into a hole in the sand")—no, what suddenly gets attention in here is what gets everyone else’s attention in the world. Put bibliophiles in a room with the rarest books and watch them drop everything when a guy with a Steadicam comes in.

    ‘I’ll break my staff,’ the reporter paces past me, practicing his lines. ‘Bury it certain fathoms in the earth. And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I’ll drown my book.’

    The London crew for the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation tracks Don Murray as he strolls across Sotheby’s auction room, with his fellow reporter Piya doubling on handling a furry boom mike and checking audio levels.

    ‘But this rough magic I here abjure,’ Don declaims again, " ‘and, when I . . . I . . .’ ahem . . . Damn."

    The cameraman’s happy, anyway: it’s impossible to take a bad shot in this room. Every single inch of vertical space is polished wood shelving, and every horizontal inch of that shelving is loaded with handsome volumes lined up like suitors, waiting for an auction tomorrow that will be the greatest in Sotheby’s history. Arranged between these wall-to-wall books are long tables for dealers to go riffling through everything from Oscar Wilde’s personal correspondence and Sylvia Plath’s doodle of a teapot to an 1862 letter from the king of Siam ordering more crates of Needham’s patent gin. Within a room the size of a Dairy Queen, there is something on the order of $10 million worth of books and papers lying around.

    And there’s that one book. The book.

    ‘But this rough magic,’ Don starts again, "‘I he . . .’ No, no. No."

    I glance at the Sotheby’s staffers next to me. They’ve shadowed me ever since the doors opened to their inner sanctum and I tumbled through. In a room filled with middle-aged men in spectacles and dapper linen blazers for the July heat, I’m the one guy who looks most likely to douse himself in lighter fluid and scream gibberish about Freemasons. It can’t be helped: an hour ago I was at Heathrow scrambling from a delayed red-eye and past customs, baggage lost, checking my watch all the while—Preview starts at nine!—and I look all-night-bender disheveled. So they follow me. I’d follow me. But as I do nothing but look at the most suicidally boring books—Proposal for County Naval Free Schools?—the two finally, in desperation, fall into conversation.

    "Word was that we’d have the Guardian chap in again today," one says, though they’ve had every sort of chap in today—American journalists, British journalists, German journalists, you name it. As if on cue, a Chinese journalist wanders in and looks utterly lost.

    Maybe we’ll make the front page.

    No, the first shakes his head. Another eminent artist, it seems, has stolen their thunder this morning: Syd Barrett.

    Oh?

    Died.

    "Damn him."

    They go off to rescue the hapless Chinese visitor, and another blue-blazered worthy discreetly stations himself near me as I head over to a bookshelf and pick through Lot 84, a collection of books by the Reverend Thomas Dibdin. I delightedly grab The Library Companion: Or, The Young Man’s Guide and The Old Man’s Comfort in the Choice of a Library. I’m approaching an age where I fall between those two chairs, receiving neither guidance to the young nor the comfort of the old; even so, I leaf contentedly through Dibdin’s preface. A re-action is taking place, he marvels of the London of 1825. Circulating libraries are enlarged and multiplied. The surplus of wealth, in these ‘piping times of peace,’ finds vent in the channel of book-purchasing. It still does—but now that surplus is elsewhere, in the oil derricks of Russia and the assembly lines of Japan—and so, one suspects, is the next generation of book collections.

    The present age, Dibdin continues, is peculiarly an age of bibliopolistic adventure and enterprise . . .

    A hushed commotion stirs next to me: a trio of Sotheby’s experts, flanked by a vigilant duo of security guards, gather with nervous energy around a large glass display case little more than an arm’s length away. Their necks stiffen and spines straighten as a key clicks in the lock, and heads around the room turn as a pair of specialists gently lift out a book reclining on a velvet pillow, where it luxuriates like a monarch. The book is open to its frontispiece; the staffers scrum around each other, ready to catch the precious treasure should some vaudevillian pratfall occur—if, say, one of them steps on a rake or walks beneath a falling safe. They carry it, in fact, exactly the way one carries a heavy birthday cake. And here’s what they don’t do: they don’t wear gloves. The exquisite sensation of human touch is paradoxically vital to book preservation; wear gloves, and you are liable to misjudge the precise action of turning a leaf, and tear a page. Dirty, sweaty fingers keep these old volumes intact. And so they pass me silently, tensely, with their flushed cheeks and damp hands, and between their suited bodies I catch his engraved face, and the flickering glance of words:

    Mr. WILLIAM

    SHAKEPSPEARES

    COMEDIES,

    HISTORIES, &

    TRAGE . . .

    And then it has moved on.

    They shuffle carefully toward the far end of the room, a wall entirely lined with an enormous auction lot of Bibles. Whopping and winsome, sleek leather and aged vellum, they represent an astounding profusion of one book across millennia into endless forms and translations. Yet their multiplicity falls mute before a singular presence. When the phalanx of Sotheby’s employees sets down the precious volume on a cloth-draped table in front of the Bibles, all attention turns to a book defined by one edition alone.

    A small crowd gathers unwittingly around the strange conjunction of lives clustered at this table: Last year Piya, the woman holding the boom mike, was covering the tsunami in her homeland of Sri Lanka. One of Don Murray’s previous postings was covering the war in Afghanistan. The ease of modern travel and the miseries of modern nations create these curious amalgams of horror and grace: a year from now, when Piya or Don is watching some crazed youth waving a Kalashnikov on a dusty road somewhere, they will think—I was reading a First Folio a year ago.

    Peter Selley, the English-literature expert for Sotheby’s—he’ll wield the auction gavel at tomorrow’s sale—sits down across from them. Suited and sharp, the man is as polished as a marble floor. So, Murray scratches his beard, and then he and the mike both lean in a little—what, he asks, is so special about Shakespeare’s First Folio?

    It’s the most important work in English literature, and indeed the most important secular work of all time, Selley says flatly.

    He motions down to the book between them—a stout, unadorned leather binding, resembling nothing so much as a fine slab of old oak—and explains that it’s still in an original seventeenth-century brown calfskin and has all its original pages of text. That’s almost unheard of. And yet Folio worship means that their ownership has been followed and recorded for centuries. Alone among printed books, you can trace what happened after they left the publisher—crossing borders, shedding pages, transmigrating into new bindings, burning in grates and drowning in wrecks, or treasured in subterranean vaults. In the Folio lays the fate of any book as it ages and makes it way in the world. It is an Everybook—the epitome of the printed word—and in this copy, those words have been fully and perfectly preserved.

    It is priceless, except that tomorrow someone will indeed name a price.

    SCENE ii.

    Barbican and Aldersgate, London

    The lunchtime crowd is pouring out the escalators of the Barbican tube, from Aldersgate accountancies and consultancies: america’s best kept health secret! boasts the bagel shop sign over their heads, though this would certainly be news to any American. Beyond the dough hucksters, the building houses a sprawling health club, which for many years was London’s largest; children splash down beginner lanes in the pool, adults are crunching abs, and everyone rolls over pilates balls like patient dung beetles. The club and the bagel shop are both part of the Barbican complex that runs for block after block along Aldersgate. It’s a transcendentally ugly accordion of black iron topped with fat wattle of rough concrete, an escarpment of hostile Brutalist architecture with no visible entrances. Once these were cobblestone streets of wandering poets and playwrights, and of laboring printers: Shakespeare lived here for a time, as did Milton. But from the look of these buildings and streets today you’d never guess that somewhere in this corner—near that orange juicer, let’s say—is where the printing press of William Jaggard once stood.

    It is hard to imagine a less likely printer for the Folio.

    Jaggard was a veteran of both sides of British publishing, having begun in the 1580s as a bookseller with a stall in the shadow of St. Paul’s Cathedral. In those days, and for centuries afterward, the hawkers’ stalls and printers’ workshop windows lining the courtyard around St. Paul’s made it the absolute center of the British book trade. This was by design, as having printers close at hand made it easy for the crown to control the country’s literature and thus, it was to be hoped, its thinking—a vital power in a dangerously heretical era of vying Catholic and Protestant ideas. All printers had to clear their works with a government censor. A 1586 decree by Queen Elizabeth also limited the operation of printing presses to London, where she could keep a close eye on them, with just one additional press apiece allowed to Oxford and Cambridge. British publishing was left a stunted and easily bullied industry, so unproductive that a motivated reader could tackle every single new book published each year in Britain—a statement that sounds downright fantastical today.

    In this small and unambitious craft, William Jaggard set out to make his mark. His time as a bookstall owner provided him with fine training for understanding the public’s appetites, and after opening a print shop in 1595 Jaggard scored a hit with his very first title: The Booke of Secretes of Albertus Magnus. It was a veritable recipe book of occult alchemy, and to stay out of trouble with religious authorities, Jaggard resorted to that time-honored subterfuge of selling For Entertainment Purposes Only: Use this booke for thy recreation (as thou art wont to use the booke of Fortune) for there is assuredly nothing herein promised but to further thy delight. With this nod and a wink, readers were free to follow directions on how to make a candle whose light magically made other men appear headless: Take an adders’ skyn, and auri pigmentum, and greeke pitch of Reuponticum, and the waxe of newe Bees, and the fat or greace of an Asse, and breake them all, and put them in a dull seething pot full of water . . . and make a taper. Why you’d want a decapitative candle is, alas, not explained. But no matter: the book sold roaringly well and into multiple editions, and Jaggard’s business was off and running.

    His wily instincts nearly got the better of him when not long afterward he came into possession of a manuscript—perhaps even a single stray sheet—bearing two unpublished sonnets by a popular local playwright. The first sonnet was a perfectly serviceable example of the genre, but the second was another matter altogether: When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her though I know she lies . . .

    In those lines Jaggard heard poetry—and the jingle of coins.

    He pondered how to spin his find into financial gain. The author had written the sonnets for a patron several years earlier, when his burgeoning career was on hiatus due to a three-season closure of London theaters by bubonic plague. These sonnets had never been meant for publication and had, indeed, never been registered or sold to any printer. They were, in short, private; and there were but two of them. What possible profit could one turn from such a small find?

    To Jaggard, the question was one of calculated risk and shrewd cutting and pasting. By interspersing the two genuine sonnets with three more lyrics lifted from another newly pirated play by the same playwright—lyrics never meant to be separate from the original play, let alone published at all—he could nearly triple his genuine poems at hand. These were, in turn, mixed in with fifteen other poems, stripped of attribution, by other poets who sounded rather similar in style. Leave the verso pages blank, set the margins and flourishes extrawide to stretch the whole thing over thirty-two pages, clap some fancy leather covers on, and you have, just barely, a book.

    And you have, more importantly, a book called The Passionate Pilgrime: By W. Shakespeare. It was a farrago that none but William Shakespeare himself and his immediate associates could recognize as substantially fake.

    It was a savvy if unethical gambit by Jaggard. A few Shakespeare plays had already been pirated by rogue printers such as John Danter, with little record of any penalty being suffered by the perpetrators. Indeed, when Danter was raided in 1597 and his presses seized in midprinting of a pirated Romeo and Juliet, it was not for the play—too trivial a genre to warrant much attention—but because he had been caught also printing a banned Catholic devotional. In any case, Danter and others had been careful to publish Shakespeare’s plays without the author’s name on them. By 1598, though, Shakespeare’s popularity was such that his name would sell more copies, and a pirate hazarded to place it on a title page for the first time, in the very edition of Love’s Labour’s Lost that Jaggard promptly pilfered three lyrics from. Jaggard, then, was simply taking the next logical step: using Shakespeare to sell other people’s art.

    It looked like a smart gamble. Shakespeare does not appear to have bothered interrupting his lucrative theater business to deal with grubby, anonymous rip-offs. But to have a printer parading his name before the public—brazenly, just blocks from the playwright’s own lodgings, and fastened upon what was primarily the inferior work of other poets—this was just too much.

    The author I knowe [is] much offended with M. Jaggard, wrote a fellow playwright, (that he altogether unknowne to him) presumed to make so bold with his name.

    Jaggard didn’t care: he reprinted the book again and again, counted his money, and passed on to a respectable career, even landing a lucrative order from King James as the exclusive printer of copies of the Ten Commandments. By the time Shakespeare died in 1616, Jaggard was already well on his way to publishing both the first full English translation of The Decameron and a lavish edition of

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