If a thing isn't obscure or of a vintage that is difficult to find then I
don't really have much interest in researching or previewing it. In
this case the book, author and the bookplate qualify.
I originally
picked the book up because I thought that the Boscobel was a ship that
sank in Detroit and lay just beneath the water and emitted ghostly
lights at night but I was wrong. Though there was a boat-of-sorts,
possibly even a ship, by that name which sank it wasn't the one that
I recalled. So the name of an obscure little town in Wisconsin which
was written about by a priest suffices to please the eye.
So, too, does
the bookplate of this Grosse Pointe Farms structure settled within a
block of architectural elegance in that city north of Detroit.
The poems
don't particularly resonate with me but given my cretinous nature that
is a given. Another thing of note, to me, is that this was a former
University of Detroit book as well as ex-libris of the Convent of the
Sacred Heart.
The building still exists though the propensity to label
books as elegantly as in years past has faded into obscurity along with
my tastes in so-called culture.










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