Search Results: Four Unposted Letters To Catherine by Laura Riding

New York:: Persea Books,, (1993). First edition -. Fine in printed cream wrappers... Uncorrected proof (slim trade paperback format. ) Originally written in the 1920s, and addressed to the eight-year old daughter of Robert Graves, these letters were first published in a limited edition in 1930. This posthumous edition includes a postscript by Laura (Riding) Jackson and an afterword by Elizabeth Friedmann and Alan J. Clark. 78 pp.

New York: Persea Books, 1993. Softcover. Near Fine. Uncorrected proof. Gray wrappers. Afterword by Elizabeth Friedmann and Alan J. Clark. Toning else near fine.

hardcover. Good. Access codes and supplements are not guaranteed with used items. May be an ex-library book.

Persea Books, 1993. Paperback. New. 79 pages. 7.50x5.75x0.75 inches.

1930. RIDING, Laura. Four Unposted Letters to Catherine. Original leather-backed decorated boards. Paris: Hours Press, [1930]. First edition. One of 200 numbered copies signed by the author. A very good or better copy.

Paris: Hours Press, 1930. First edition. Lye, Len. Calf spine, boards with photo-montaged design. Ends of spine slightly rubbed. First edition, one of 200 copies, numbered and signed by Riding. The cover design is by the New Zealand surrealist Len Lye. First state, without the tipped in introductory note.

Paris: Hours Press, 1930. First edition. 50, [3] pp. Decorative paper boards over brown leather backstrip, spine lettered in gilt. Touch of rubbing to head and tail of spine and corners, else fine. One of 200 numbered copies, signed by the author. Cover photomontage designs by Len Lye, of which the publisher Nancy Cunard commented, "they suggest stonelike figures and a sort of arabesque, [and] also evoke the thought of tapestry and Renaissance velvet." The critic Herbert Palmer noted the difficulty of Riding's verse, but went to say of this volume, "It is like going to a warm fire on a bitter cold day to turn to her very different Four Unposted Letters to Catherine which is for the most part charmingly and lucidly written, addressed to a child, full of downright truths and wisdom, and such flashes of insight as 'Making a poem is like being alive for always.'" (Cunard, These Were the Hours, p. 107-108). Wexler A10.