Lot 47
  • 47

Williams, Tennessee

Estimate
10,000 - 15,000 USD
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Description

  • ink and paper
The Glass Menagerie: A Play. New York: Random House, 1945

8vo. Publisher’s blue cloth. Original maroon dust-jacket, some light edge wear. In a quarter-morocco slipcase.

Literature

Crandell A1.1.a

Condition


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Catalogue Note

A presentation copy of the first edition of a work which won the author the first of four New York Drama Critics’ Circle Awards. Inscribed to Paul Bigelow, one of Williams’s closest friends: “To Paul with affection / Tenn. Oct. 1945.”

Williams’s brother recalls: “In the 1940s [Bigelow] was a deliberately mysterious uncle-figure (a young uncle, since he cannot have been much older than Tennessee) to the Atlanta group, though he was not, apparently, from Atlanta…No one was quite sure where he was from…He had gone to school in England, he had lived in Greenwich Village in the twenties, he had been a reporter in Hollywood and Mexico.” (Tennessee Williams: An Intimate Biography, by Dakin Williams and Shepherd Mead, New York: Arbor House, 1983).

An intelligent and humorous man with a reserved, courtly manner, Bigelow shared few confidences as deep as that he had with Williams, to whom he was alternately friend, patron, advisor and nursemaid.

Copies of The Glass Menagerie with contemporary presentations are remarkably few, those with real personal import for the author even more so.