From the middle of the 1980s until the end of the 1990s, collecting horror fiction (or whatever the moniker of the day happened to be) was a passion of mine. Getting hold of UK and US editions of what I wanted to have was a pain in the neck but, all told, I ended up with around 40 meters of books to which, in the 21st century, I added a few here and there when I came across them.
For the past 5 years or so I have been thinking of getting rid of it all because the whole collection had started to fade into the background.
The problem is that a) books aren’t really worth a cent anymore and b) the collection comes from a (former) smoker’s household which automatically subtracts another 50% of the value, or more. So, what I am sitting with here is a collection which I have to either a) throw out or b) give away. Selling somewhere between one and two thousand books on eBay or via forums isn’t exactly an exciting option and all the second hand sellers I used to know have pretty much given up trying to sell anything beside a few highlights at outrageous prices. Yes, I could sell a few of those highlights at a substantial price – and I probably would – but the whole idea of separating myself from a 20-year-long passion of mine has been shelved time and again because it’s all just too much work for little financial gain and time is the one thing I never have enough of.
It’s my very own Gordian Knot.