This book is the Catch Me If You Can of the book world. John Gilkey, a self-educated poor man sets out to build the world’s greatest rare book collection. The only way he knows to get these books is to steal them. He uses a variety of red herring techniques to throw the pursuing detectives off his trail. They don’t even know his identity until years into the heists.
It seemed to me the story would stay one-sided, judging Gilkey as a deluded, crazy man who rationalizes his thievery with lines like, “They made it so I can’t afford rare books, so I have to steal them.” Even as the journalist following Gilkey’s story recognizes his obsession comes from a genuine love for books, she can’t forgive him. He steals from innocent people who love books enough to play by the rules.
But as the investigation goes deeper, we find out how shady the rare book industry is. One hardly comes away sympathizing with Gilkey. Instead, we realize (most of) neither side deserves our sympathy. For example, rare book dealers often unbind damaged first editions, remove the identifying first page, and rebind it into an undamaged later edition. And since it is a story from recent history, it includes examples from internet sellers, especially from Ebay, where forgeries abound.
The book will appeal mostly to bibliophiles, but it has a kernel of action and adventure, and is a fascinating anecdote about obsession and addiction. Aside from a little awe when I walk by the locked glass cases, I’ve never cared about rare books. After reading this book, I want to begin a collection, but I’m afraid I’d get swindled.
Unfortunately, the author’s writing style and reconstruction of events is too often lazy and by the book (no pun intended). She’s overly literary, and she includes so many observations I sometimes wished she’d stop analyzing and let the story keep moving.