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scenity decisions, APS officially morphed into Collector’s<br />
Publications, with an entirely different wrapper design. As<br />
its maiden publication, Marvin wanted to issue the massive<br />
Victorian erotic classic My Secret Life but was immediately<br />
sued. Grove Press was issuing its own edition of the classic,<br />
and news of Marvin’s impending release was bad indeed.<br />
There have been conflicting stories about the affair over the<br />
last thirty-five years. According to Grove’s owner and publisher,<br />
Barney Rosset, in the fall of 1965 he asked the Kinsey<br />
Institute for its copy of My Secret Life but was turned down,<br />
despite offering a generous fee for the privilege of reprinting<br />
it. He next traveled to Hamburg, Germany, and made a deal<br />
with distinguished collector Karl Leonhart to reprint his copy<br />
from a photo-negative that Leonhart provided in exchange<br />
for $50,000 plus royalties. Grove then devoted an enormous<br />
amount of effort to editing the book, not to expurgate but<br />
rather to correct spelling, smooth out the narrative, and make<br />
it more readable.<br />
To say the stock Marvin used for<br />
his books was suitable only for<br />
bathroom hygiene would ignore toilet<br />
paper’s prime requisites.<br />
When Rosset heard about Marvin’s upcoming edition, Barney<br />
wasn’t happy about it. How did Rosset find out about<br />
Miller’s plans for My Secret Life? Even though Marvin owned<br />
his own printing presses, he farmed out work to other printers<br />
for insurance; if he were to be busted, other printers are<br />
on the job. But Marvin was notoriously slow in paying his<br />
bills; hell, stiffing his creditors had become standard operating<br />
procedure. According to Marvin, his printer—expat Canadian<br />
Saul Simpkin, whose Offset Paperback Manufacturing<br />
would ultimately be bought by Bertlesmann, but at this time<br />
Simpkin was just starting out and would print anything, no<br />
questions asked—ratted him out. 10 Rosset took Marvin to<br />
court. It was, according to Rosset, simply a measure to stall<br />
for time so Grove could get its edition to market first. Barney<br />
knew perfectly well that he had a weak case; you can’t claim<br />
copyright on public-domain material on the basis of making<br />
editorial changes.<br />
To this day, Marvin’s initial defense brings tears of laughter<br />
to Barney Rosset’s eyes. “He claimed in court that the book<br />
was obscene—remember, this was before the Supreme<br />
Court’s decision in March [1966]—therefore, in the public<br />
domain and had no copyright protection. Can you imagine<br />
anything more stupid? The judge tells Marvin—I actually liked<br />
him when we first met; we were both from Chicago—‘Well<br />
then, if you’re right, you’re going to jail. Think about it. You’ve<br />
got a week.’” 11<br />
A week later, Marvin saw the light and changed his defense.<br />
No mention of obscenity; the book was simply in the public<br />
domain and not eligible for copyright. The judge ruled for Marvin,<br />
but it was an empty victory. The Grove edition was handsomely<br />
produced and issued in hardcover. Marvin issued his<br />
edition of My Secret Life in eleven volumes (as was the original,<br />
clandestine edition) in a cheap, cheesy, double-columned<br />
magazine-size format. It didn’t sell anywhere near the numbers<br />
of the Grove edition. Though he’d won the case—he<br />
crowed to Carolyn See about it—completely lost on Marvin<br />
was the object lesson: Don’t stiff your printer. Miller would<br />
pay for this, big time, in just a few years.<br />
Now, Marvin’s dash for cash began in earnest.<br />
At first, he bought classic erotic books from dealer/collector<br />
J.B. Rund in New York, works that, because of their classic<br />
status, would avoid prosecution under the Supreme Court’s<br />
1966 Memoirs/Fanny Hill decision. Rund recalls meeting<br />
Marvin in Miller’s New York “office,” his suite at the Essex<br />
House hotel in toney Central Park South, where he noticed<br />
silk boxer shorts lying about. Miller “was a rather dapper<br />
dresser,” Rund recalls. 12<br />
Marvin purchased manuscripts that had been privately commissioned<br />
during the 1940s and 1950s. But<br />
the free-content mantra was soon humming<br />
in his head once again. Marvin had been doing<br />
his homework, boning up on US copyright<br />
law. With few exceptions he reprinted virtually<br />
every book that Maurice Girodias had originally<br />
published in Paris, as well as many other erotica-in-English<br />
French publishers’ books. All were photo-offsets with a wrapper<br />
design suggestive of, but clearly distinguishable from,<br />
those of Olympia Press, ultimately nondescript and without<br />
illustration.<br />
“Girodias was a fool,” Marvin said. “He could have come<br />
in with me if he’d wanted to; he’d have been a rich man.” 13<br />
Marvin taking on a partner? After his sorry experience in the<br />
home-appliance business? Preposterous. This bizarre statement<br />
completely ignores the fact that Miller didn’t need Girodias<br />
or his permission to reprint the Olympia Press catalogue,<br />
which under US copyright law at the time was in the public<br />
domain. That Girodias didn’t want to come in with Miller<br />
(there is no evidence that Miller ever offered Girodias a deal<br />
or that Girodias ever proposed an alliance, making the whole<br />
issue moot) only demonstrates good sense in a businessman<br />
otherwise lacking such; it’s likely Girodias would have wound<br />
up as frog legs, filleted on Marvin’s dinner plate. In any event,<br />
Marvin became a peripatetic traveler, going all over Europe<br />
buying up copies of erotic books for their cover price, filling<br />
suitcases full of ’em, never getting caught by Customs.<br />
240 EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT SEX IS <strong>WRONG</strong>