“Is that for sale? Or is it part of your collection?”
Ken asked after quietly putting the burger down, taking a sip of his Coke, wiping his mouth with a paper napkin.
“It’s for sale, yes.”
“I’d like to see what kind of condition it’s in.”
“I can show it to you any time, even today if you like.”
“Ok, so let’s say that the book is in a fine condition. How much are you selling it for?”
“Oh, one thing I forgot to say is that the copy I have has a signature by someone.”
“Don’t tell me it’s Warhol himself, because that would be out of this world.”
“No, actually, it was by Brodovitch, and he’s addressing it to his girlfriend at the time.”
“A GOLD BOOK was handmade by Andy Warhol himself. Which means the young Warhol handed it to Brodovitch after which Brodovitch gave it to his girlfriend as a present? And YOU have that exact copy? Brodovitch’s house had a few fires, so most of his collections no longer exist. Wow…”

Ken couldn’t contain his shock, scratching his head with his hands which was followed by sighs and more sighs. After finally regaining his calm, he said, “Have you talked about that book with anyone else?”
“Jack knows. He was there when I found it. But I believe no one else knows.”
“Ok, ok. And you are looking to sell it for how much?” Ken asked in a hushed tone.
As it was clear that he was ready to negotiate, “I am thinking of selling it for the appropriately valued price.”
Ken fell silent for some time but soon broke his silence.
“If that’s the case, then it’s best to have it valued at a reliable auction house. I know someone, so I can ask him to do the valuation. Normally, it costs to have something valued but if I ask, no certificate will be issued, but he’ll do it for free. Let’s do that.”
I also wanted to know how much it was worth and since it would be another learning and experience, I took Ken’s suggestions.
Ken cancelled all his afternoon appointments, came to my flat, took the book, and said that he wanted to take it to the auction house straight away.
We took a taxi from the Village to my flat on the Upper West Side. Ken waited in the lobby while I went up and fetched the book.
When I handed it to him, he was speechless for a moment then said, “It’s in such pristine condition.
I’ve never seen anything like it. And yes, this is definitely Brodovitch’s signature.”
“The valuation results will come through tonight, so as soon as it does, I’ll give you a call.” Ken carefully placed A GOLD BOOK inside his bag and took the taxi.