Do Signed Books Mean Anything To You?
With a few exceptions, I really don’t care about owning a signed book. Like if someone gave me a signed copy of John Grisham’s A Time To Kill, I’d probably think, “Oh, that’s nice,” and put it away.
Or if I see some random author at a book signing in Barnes & Noble, the fact that I can owned a signed copy of his book and shake his hand in no way makes me more eager to purchase his book.
In fact, with the lone exception of David Foster Wallace, I can’t think of any author from the last 30 years who would make me want to own a signed copy of one of their books.
I just don’t care that much. Okay, so an author took 5 seconds to write his name on a page. Okay, the author of this very book I’m holding touched this very sheet of paper with the very set of fingers that wrote this book. Amazing!
Look, I’m not criticizing if you collect signed copies of novels or if you wait in line to get John Grisham’s autograph. That’s awesome if you want to do that.
I’m just explaining my thought process on the whole subject.
Now, if we’re talking about a legendary author—a Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Woolf, Joyce, and so on—then I’d love to have a signed copy of one of their books. I’d pay money for such a privilege.
But those are a lot of money. And, again, I’m not sure if the money is equal to the perceived value, at least in my opinion.
But what about you? Do you care about autographed books?
(Image: Premiere Collectibles)