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The Love of an Old Book (Sujatha)

It was a small volume tossed carelessly in with the rest of the frayed
spines on the Public Library bookshelf :  "Love of Seven Dolls" by Paul
Gallico.
He was one of my favorite authors as a teen, and this was
one book that intrigued me, with a faded rendition of a full-skirted
girl looking at what appeared to be a puppet show on the cover.
I borrowed it frequently, whenever I felt the urge, over the next several years. I must have been
the only person in the city who took out that particular book, judging
from my ability to always locate it on the shelf, whenever I wanted it.
The
years passed, but it remained one of the books seared in my memory,
even though the story, in retrospect, doesn't seem that remarkable now.
On a rereading, some of the story seems rather dated, but the charm of
the main plot still shines through.
After much deliberation, I
decided to see if I could locate a new copy of it for my home library.
It was out of print, only available through second-hand book sellers.
So I turned to the likes of abebooks.com and alibris.com and placed an
order for the least expensive hard-bound edition I could find.
The
book arrived, among others that I had ordered at the same time. This
had a faux leather cover, with the name of the book and the mysterious
legend ALYCE PEKORS at the bottom right.
I couldn't resist checking for the name on Google. And, the history of this particular carefully-preserved copy fell in place.
The
original owner of this book was Miss Alyce Pekors, the longest serving
US civil servant in Singapore, who died in Michigan last November.
From a newsletter with a memorial article:
"Of
course, much of the details of her “working” life prior to taking the
administrative role with the Navy in Singapore were never discussed
among her many friends. She brushed off enquiries with Lauren Bacall
like aplomb. By her very nature, she was reminiscent of an interesting
earlier era.
Whether it was
her Isadora Duncan impersonation as she drove her vintage MG around
town (of course, it wasn’t vintage when she first bought it), or her
Givenchy and pearls Audrey Hepburn look when she entertained, Alyce was
always one classy lady."
She must have loved the book very much to have taken pains to have the original paperback replaced by a custom hard-binding.
Now
the book sits on my shelf, bringing with it a whiff of the chequered
life of the one who owned it before me. We are strangely bound across
space and time, through this slim black volume with gold lettering.

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Note:Cross-posted from Fluff'n'Stuff.

Addendum from the comments:
 I found the details about the particular copy of the book fascinating,
"Even more than the original book that led to this unexpected discovery of Alyce Pekors.
Here's what I pieced out from what I read about her. She was a huge fan
of Hepburn and Leslie Caron (the latter acted in a 1953 movie called
Lili, loosely based on the Gallico novelette.) In her career, she may
in fact have been a precursor of sorts to the Valerie Plames, a hidden
asset whose role can be never be revealed except in private. She was a
bowling champion in S'pore long before I was even born, earning mention
in the newspapers of the day.
It might have been wonderful to have
known her in person, but I now have to settle for making a picture of
her in my mind based on the obituaries."

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4 responses to “The Love of an Old Book (Sujatha)”

  1. Ruchira

    Sujatha: This is such a fabulous story or rather, a story within a story. It is rarely ever that we find out the identity of a second hand book’s previous owner(s). But in this case, the name on the cover, a public figure and your nose for sleuthing, all came together to unveil the history of this particular copy. It is always fun when we own a book which has its own story apart from the one within the covers.

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  2. Sujatha

    Ruchira:
    I’ve been fortunate enough since posting the blog on F-n-S to have heard from three people who knew and loved Miss Alyce. Here’s Miss Alyce in their words:
    Kats:
    “… While a Commander in the Navy, my husband worked with her while stationed at Singapore) for 3 years. We were so blessed and fortunate to have made her acquaintance! She is a ‘one-of-a-kind’ and it really is no wonder that you found the book and unearthed a Gem! …”
    Anonymous:
    “Miss Alyce’s brother is John Toski. He lives in Interlochen/Green Lake, Michigan. While I am reluctant to print a phone number, I would suggest that directory assistance can help you out. I am certain that he would be delighted to answer any questions you may have on the life of his sister. I know Mr. Toski pretty well. He’s my father-in law. Rest assured that Ms. Alyce was indeed everything you imagine…and then some.”
    Capt.P:
    “I was Miss Alyce’s last Commanding Officer. She was 84 when I first met her. Ten years earlier she had shot a hole-in-one at one of the golf courses in Singapore. She was still a champion bowler at 80.
    During the Malay riots against the Chinese in the early 70’s she secreted a young Chinese boy out of the middle of the rioting by hiding him in the backseat of her MG under a cover. She was a hero when she pulled into the village with the boy. She became a local legend.
    After being on the island almost 39 years, Miss Alyce knew everyone. There was a time when the President came to town and we needed to provide temporary quarters for his AWACS Squadron. We didn’t have enough furniture on hand so we went looking for companies that would rent us furniture. People in Singapore just don’t rent furniture. As we were walking away from our last hope the man stopped us and said, “Is Miss Alyce Pekors still working over there?” I assured him she was. His face lit up and he said, “Let me see what we can do.” Miss Alyce’s name opened all kinds of doors in Singapore.
    Miss Alyce came into my office about three days after I arrived and placed a cup full of chocolate covered raisins on my desk. She said she would do that every morning. I thanked her and she shuffled back to her desk. True to her word she was back at my desk the next morning with another cup of chocolate covered raisins – for which I thanked her again. After about three straight days of this I could see that she wasn’t going to stop so I told her, as politely as I could, that although I loved the jesture, if she kept this up I would be 400 pounds when I left the command. I asked her NOT to bring any more in. She was firm, she was determined to give me some sweets each day.
    Eventually I talked her down to 5 chocolate covered raisins each morning. This she did for as long as she was working in the building. It gave us a chance to talk and I heard some wonderfull stories.
    Miss Alyce was witty and very funny. Her heart was HUGE and all encompassing.
    I never told Miss Alyce that I would put those chocolate covered raisins in my refridgerator uneaten. I had quite an accumulation by the time she left. She never knew. I shared them (and the story) with all of the attendees at the dedication of a memorial to her in the building she worked in.”
    A lovely, amazing lady, indeed!

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  3. Dean C. Rowan

    Sleuthing for provenance can be wonderful. I thought you were heading elsewhere with this story, though, Sujatha. One of my first books was, no surprise, Dr. Seuss’ Cat in the Hat, a copy from the early ’60s. In 1991, shortly after I took a position at my local public library, one of the staff brought to me a worn copy of the book. It was the copy I had been given almost three decades prior. Evidently, my parents had weeded my collection years before. Who knows how many children’s libraries the copy had passed through before it ended up as a donation to my public library, just weeks after I started working there? I have retained the copy, for good.

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  4. Sujatha

    Wow, to have gotten back the exact same copy that you had as a child! That’s synchronicity, indeed.
    Although, I’m sure something like that could happen to my kids in the future at some library book sale or the other “Hey, Mom- that’s the book I used to have as a kid, can we buy it back again?”, is something that I dread hearing from my daughter as we peruse the books there;)

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