i was sucked into this book from the get-go, what with being a photo nerd, and a diane-arbus-nerd, and a lost-type-history nerd, and sort of a connections-between-folks nerd. but near the end it becomes a morass of negotiations and legal battles and boooorrring. i really don't care how much money that guy gets for his archive. really, i don't. ( )

Reviewed on my Contemplations of MoiBibliomaniac blog in Feb 2017:

http://www.moibibliomaniac.com/2017/02/huberts-freaks-rare-book-dealer-times.htm...

This was a neat story, which kept me reading even though I didn't love the writing. Which in itself is kind of interesting: how does someone who can clearly write a fine sentence, and who has this really fascinating story with neat characters, ever-so-slightly miss the mark? It's not terrible writing, just a bit flaccid—there's a marked lack in dramatic tension and managing of the plot, which is such a shame because Gibson uncovered a real gift of a good story.

And in the end I'm glad I kept going, because Gibson's obvious affection for his protagonist really carried the day. Basically, I wanted to find out what happened to him. Ultimately, I wouldn't NOT recommend the book, but I would make sure to add the caveat that the writing's on the slack side.

The insight into the archivist's/collector's POV kept me going as well, both because I write about archives and have a would-be hoarder's fascination with the pathology of collecting. It actually hijacked the narrative sometimes, but again—once I let go of my expectation that it tell a cohesive story, I kind of enjoyed those asides. ( )

What becomes of a small-time dealer in rare books when he stumbles upon a possible photographic goldmine?

This is the scenario of Hubert's Freaks, by Gregory Gibson.

While soul-searching his way through life, Robert Langmuir has always found himself with a love for African-Americana. In his continuing struggle to keep his used bookstore afloat, he traveled the east coast in search of both books for his shop and collectibles for his soul. Fate was on his side when he stumbled upon an auction of an abandoned storage unit. Among the many unusual circus style artifacts that were being snapped up by dealers was a trunk full of photos, notes and diaries. Seeing these photos, it became obvious that this storage unit belonged to an African-American performer. Time for Robert to feed his soul. He was able to acquire about half of these paper goods.

After getting his stock home he started looking through the details of what he had just acquired. Among these items was a date book. This date book represents a turning point in the life of Langmuir. An entry reading, "Diane Arbus, 131 1/2 Charles St, WA-4-4608., morns 8-10 eves 6-8". Even more incredibly, the handwriting differed from other writing on the page. It appeared (especially in the writing of the name itself) to be written in the hand of Diane Arbus! What did this mean to the photographs? Could they, too, be from the same hand? It became Robert Langmuirs "calling" to find out.

What follows is years of legal wranglings, attempts to authenticate the photos and a goal of selling the works for a deserved price.

This is a book about Robert Langmuir, his professional, personal and spiritual trails.

This is not a book about "Hubert's Freaks". For me, there is precious little information pertaining to this small, African American run, dime museum. The author touches on the fact that he took part in an interview with a relative of the show's proprietors, Charlie and Virginia Lucas, however, after the initial haggling as to the parameters of the interview, there are no details as to what was said. Considering Gibson does recognize the importance of this lost part of Americana, I found this disappointing.

As for the Arbus photos, are they in this book? I couldn't say. Looking at the photos that are here, and judging by the descriptions in the book and my own passing familiarity with the work of Diane Arbus, I'm inclined to say, "no". I found this a bit disconcerting. As I also found the placement of the photos that do appear throughout this work. The pictures that are present show up on pages long before or after the mention of their subjects. For me, as much as I'm not a fan of pictures being bunched up together in the center of a book, it would have made referencing them much easier. As it is, looking at the pictures in their correct context requires long gaps in reading to find the photo, or, as I eventually did, giving up on looking at them in context at all. ( )

Pretty much what it says in the title and the summary on the back. It's kind of interesting to see how Bob, the book dealer, works and to follow him through his marriages, divorces, and mental breakdown as he deals with everything in his life and nearly goes crazy from that and from his involvement with the Arbus photos. There's also interesting discussion about how art objects are attributed and valued. I couldn't put it down, but the unresolved ending was a let-down. ( )