13 October 2009

A report on the 13th October 2009 OxBoink was posted to the newsgroup by Mike Lyle and is reproduced here:

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Several of the usual suspects, Laura Spira, Katy & David Jennison, Jac Collier, Julia & Phil Cresswell, and the undersigned, welcomed John Wilkins, Aussie philosopher of science, to the home of lost causes on 13 Oct 2009. Julia and I walked him by way of interesting oddments (such as what were probably bits of the window-frames of Beaumont Palace, birthplace of the Lionheart and his bro Lackland: these pieces of gothic stonework were set with casual elegance along the top of a brick wall in Pusey St) to the Brassière Blanc. There we met the rest of the party, and proceeded with very decent prix-fixe nosh.

On display were John's latest book, _Species: a History of the Idea_ and Julia's, _The insect that stole butter?_, the Oxford Dictionary of Word Origins. OUP still take a fairly responsible attitude to editing and proof-reading, but there was a nice neologism in Julia's. I thought "cacophany" might form an occasionally useful companion to "theophany", "epiphany", and the like; but, no, it was a plain old-fashioned typo.

I'm still working through _Species_: I knew about so-called "ring species", of course, but it had never occurred to me precisely how debatable a concept biological "species" actually is. Quite fascinating. The book ends with a typically AUE-worthy sentence: "And /suidae/ may evolve feathered forelimbs for locomotion."

After deliberation, it was decided that the author should not sign the Coventry Library copy, in case it prompted some collector to steal it. We then learned (from Laura?) of a nifty author wheeze: you go to bookshops and sign all the copies of your books. This apparently generous gesture means the shop can't return unsold volumes to the publisher and get their money back.

A typo in the menu led to Phil's revelation that a "pood" was an old Russian unit of weight, equal to 40 Russian "funt", or 36 of our pounds. (See OED for details.)

After lunch we chortled our way back to OUP, where lay in store a great treat arranged by Laura. The Press's private little museum is beautifully set up, and a few of its treasures were on display. There's an almanac plate criticised by Turner; a dictionary slip by Tolkien (he specialized in W, which was published last: it's the north-European derivatives that begin with that non-Graeco-Roman letter); the famous letter from Thomas Hardy mentioning that the dictionary didn't include "ewe-lease" or "cow-lease" --it finally did, in quotations from Thomas Hardy.

The account-book was open at the page for _Alice in Wonderland_. Dodgson paid for the publication himself, and felt obliged to withdraw the first impression because Tenniel complained about the print quality of his pictures. Twenty paid-for copies are still out there, and if you've got one, we were told it's worth three million Jimmy o'Goblins. The rest were given away to schools, so little chance of survival... He craftily sent the plates to the US, where Tenniel wouldn't notice: these ones are only worth a few tens of thousands of dollars. We were privileged to be allowed to _hold_ a charming /Alice/ memorabilium, the original plate from which they printed the Mouse's Tale--see: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VmhoJRmOFfY/R7dYaLYi_WI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Zg2vAkghoN4/s400/mouse%27s%2Btail.jpg

It's not at all clear how they made that printing plate, which is in type, not engraving. I'd like to go back and solve the mystery.

We also had a dry-run go at the old-fashioned hand-powered single-sheet printing press: hard work. B.Litt students produce, or used to, a new edition of an old pamphlet on this machine as part of the course. Nice to think of all the famous and nonfamous hands which have heaved those levers.

We inevitably visited some bookshops, and were particularly taken with The Albion Beatnik bookstore (www.albionbeatnik.co.uk), one of those small ventures one wants desperately to succeed...he even wraps your books neatly in crisp green paper.

A lot went on at the other end of the lunch table, but the only bit of that I heard was a mention of deafness.

Photos by David

Clockwise from left: Julia, Katy, Jac, Phil, Laura, Mike, John
Linz, Laura, Mike P, Mike B

Laura, Mike, John, Julia (and Julia's book, The Insect That Stole Butter?)
David, Linz, Laura, Mike P, Mike B

Laura, John, Julia (and John's book, Species)
David, Linz, Laura, Mike P, Mike B

Sign passed en route from Brasserie Blanc to the Oxford University Press museum
David, Linz, Laura, Mike P, Mike B

Julia, Katy, Mike, Jac, Laura, John
David, Linz, Laura, Mike P, Mike B