George Bayntun - The Bindery
Manvers Street, Bath
A Tale of a Tub by Jonathan Swift |
It’s
nearly been two years since I was working on my dissertation. It’s crazy to
think about it now. I used to volunteer at the museum I based my project on and
I could recite the intricate details of my work to the public. Stuff about
really specific books found in the collection library which was the subject of
my project.
Of
course, soon after I handed my dissertation in I forgot all of the facts. But
there were some questions left unanswered from the project.
A
few of the books in the Holburne Museum Library contain a binder’s mark –
‘Bound by Rivere’. So I went to George Bayntun, who incorporated the Rivere
bindery in the 1930s.
Bound by Rivere |
It
would have been extremely useful to have any records of any bindings
commissioned by William Holburne, the man who had collected various pieces
throughout his life. Unfortunately, their records were destroyed when Bath wasbombed during the war.
Despite
the initial disappointment of finding out there was nothing I was thrilled to
be invited to have a look around the bindery.
My
heart beat furiously when I was allowed to step over the threshold of the
bindery. High above me the ceiling loomed, and I was immediately struck by the
cool mint green walls and the wonderful. Intriguing smells that permeated my
nostrils: the smell of leather from all sorts of different animals and the
rolls of paper and that wonderful smell of old books.
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James and the Giant Peach |
I
met other workers, too: Don Alexander, restorer, who was working at that moment
with gold leaf, and showed me how delicate it was to work with. Derek Harris
was creating magnificent wooden boxes shaped like books for presentation. I met
a brilliant forwarder named Spike, Ian Luff, paper conservator, and Tony Evans,
who was working on a beautiful first edition of Roald Dahl's James and the Giant Peach, and he showed me how he had composed his
design. I saw it in the shop at a later date – it was absolutely stunning.
Among
all the workers seeing all the binding equipment was wonderful, too – great
hulking machines and presses that were hundreds of years old, rolls of leather
and paper in a variety of colours and textures, and the hundreds of tools which
the bindery is famous for.
I
was truly enchanted and I forever dream about working with books in a place
like that.
My
dream may be coming a bit closer – In September, I am going to train to be a
book conservator at West Dean College.