This book is the quarterly catalog from "Ogawa Tosho," the Ogawa Bookstore on Yasukuni dori in Tokyo's famous Jimbocho Booktown. It is a full-on antiquarian bookstore. It's a very small shop, but most of its business is done privately, to rich collectors who peruse this catalog that is printed and distributed four times a year and then purchase through representatives without actually visiting the store. I've bought a few things from the shop over the years - usually cheap liquidation stock from bins on the sidewalk in front of the store. But once I bought something that had to be shipped to my home by parcel delivery - a beautiful, illustrated six-volume Bible (in Spanish) that weighed a ton. Since then the store has had my name and address on record and it regularly sends me its catalog. The highest-priced item in its inventory is about a half million dollars.
Used books are the most dangerous kind there are. Because they have no permanent owners they roam the world uncontrolled, passing irregularly from one person to another spreading ideas. They are unpredictable. They are dissident. They are like me. I love them.