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The simple pleasure of collecting an author’s works

  • 18 September 2006

Of those who collect books, some might have copies of the 12 novels written by Patrick White. Or the 50 novels written by the elder statesman of Australian storytelling, Jon Cleary. Or the full works of fiction and non-fiction titles—the number is around 60—written by Sydney’s Peter Corris. Few collectors, however, could hope to match Stewart Russell’s collection of books by the late English writer John Creasey, who died in 1974. Russell, an unlikely expert on Creasey’s extraordinary output, estimates that Creasey wrote almost 800 books. Russell’s collection of books by Creasey adds up to more than 1000, including several editions of the one title, or several editions of the one title in different languages. Creasey’s eventful life included founding his own political party, the All Party Alliance, for which he fought five parliamentary elections. Aside from writing and politics, he took an 18-month trip around the world in his Rolls-Royce, which he recorded on film. Creasey was married four times, smoked up to 100 cigarettes a day, founded the British Crime Writers Association, and pioneered the philosophy he described as “selfism”, as detailed in his book Good, God and Man. In his main genre of writing, crime, he was among the first to write what is known as 'police procedurals'. After first being published in 1930, aged 22, he wrote under 26 pseudonyms as well as his own name. By the time of his death, aged 64, his books had sold 100 million copies in 28 languages. Russell knew nothing of all this when he chanced across a Creasey book on holiday in his native Scotland. After Christmas 1993, Russell and a bunch of artist friends hired a house on Scotland’s Isle of Skye to see in the New Year. In the house was a copy of a book called The Toff on Ice by John Creasey. Russell liked the cover. He began reading. Over the next few days, he was drawn in not so much by the power of the literature, but by its familiarity. Russell always felt he knew where the book was taking him. He believed that anyone who had been educated in a British school would have done so. Russell souvenired the book, which had a list of 50 Creasey titles inside the jacket. During a subsequent weekend, he chanced across a Creasey title in a second-hand bookshop in Edinburgh. This book also had a