I got to the Strand Book Store on 12th where I was to meet up with Jack. When I walked in, I saw him carrying a book by his side and engaged in what looked to be an argument with the staff and a dashing old gentleman.
Jack took a notice and said, “Hey, good evening, Yataro,” and grandly gestured saying, “Let me introduce you to a friend of mine from Japan.” I gave my greetings to the staff and the old gentleman and he said, “Welcome to New York.”
I finally understood what the argument was about. Apparently, Jack discovered this valuable book at a rock-bottom price and, as he went to go pay for it, the staff was shocked to see the price and checked it only to find that it was worth a fortune.
But Jack wouldn’t back down and said that it is the store that put the price tag so the store should sell the book at the shown price.
While this was going on, the old gentleman, who was Jack’s client, passed by and chimed in with the suggestion that he would buy the book at the correct price.
But Jack wouldn’t budge saying he was the one to comes across this rare find, and client or not, he is not willing to let go and that he would only pay the price shown on the price tag.
This was a handmade collection of work by the famous Andy Warhol called A GOLD BOOK and published in 1957. A mere 22 pages, the work was a collection of offset lithograph with flowers, cats, and girls drawn with fine lines on gold paper board. A truly beautiful piece with shiny gold covers. As it was handmade, there obviously weren’t many in print.
I whispered to Jack, “How much did you find it for?” and he said, “$80…” The staff said he will take it back and double check with the owner as to see how much it should be. The old collector gentleman said he was willing to pay $10,000.
The staff finally got through to the owner, who’s still outside. After much negotiation, Jack grudgingly handed over the book with a warning, “Please don’t put the wrong prices in the future.” Jack also said to the old gentleman that he has gained the right to buy the book so he will call when he has gained possession of it. The man kept repeating that he will pay $10,000 for it.

After we left the shop, we headed over to our usual donut shop and ordered coffees. Jack was clearly depressed and didn’t say a word.
“Jack, that book earlier, I think I saw it at the second-hand book shop near the flat. I don’t know what the price was but it was on top of this big pile. I remember because it was gold.”
With a surprised look, Jack looked at me and said,
“Seriously? Was it really that book?! Then let’s go now. There’s no way that book will be on the shelf!”
So we hurried out, jumped into a taxi and headed for the book shop.