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All the pictures in this book are authentic, vintage found photographs, and with the exception of a few that have undergone minimal postprocessing, they are unaltered. They were lent from the personal archives of ten collectors, people who have spent years and countless hours hunting through giant bins of unsorted snapshots at flea markets and antiques malls and yard sales to find a transcendent few, rescuing images of historical significance and arresting beauty from obscurity—and, most likely, the dump. Their work is an unglamorous labor of love, and I think they are the unsung heroes of the photography world. What follows is a list of all the photographs and their respective collectors. The Invisible Boy (Robert Jackson) The Levitating Girl (Yefim Tovbis) Boy Lifting Boulder (Robert Jackson) The Painted Head (Robert Jackson) Abe Napping (Robert Jackson) The Girl in the Bottle (Robert Jackson) The Floating Baby (Peter Cohen) The Boy-Faced Dog (Robert Jackson) The Contortionist (Robert Jackson) The Masked Ballerinas (Robert Jackson) Miss Peregrine’s Silhouette (Robert Jackson) Boy in Bunny Costume (Robert Jackson) Girls at the Beach (The Thanatos Archive) The Reflecting Pool (Peter Cohen) A Boy and His Bees (Robert Jackson) The Snacking Ballerinas (Robert Jackson) Emma in the Dark (Muriel Moutet) The Cairn Tunnel (Martin Isaac) Fighter Planes (Robert Jackson) Miss Peregrine (The author) Miss Finch (Roselyn Leibowitz) Miss Avocet and Her Wards (Julia Lauren) Miss Finch’s Loop (Roselyn Leibowitz) Claire’s Golden Curls (David Bass) Our Beautiful Display (Robert Jackson) Bronwyn Bruntley (Robert Jackson) Girl with Chicken (John Van Noate) Jill and the Beanstalk (Robert Jackson) A Follower of Fashion (Robert Jackson) Miss Nightjar Takes All the Hard Cases (The author)
Miss Nightjar Takes All the Hard Cases (The author) Enoch’s Dolls (David Bass) Victor (Robert Jackson) My Bombshell (Peter Cohen) Peeling Spuds (Robert Jackson) Emma’s Silhouette (Robert Jackson) This is Why (Robert Jackson) A Hunting Trip (The author) Department Store Santa (The author) Victorian Dentist (The Thanatos Archive) Marcie and the Wight (Robert Jackson) The Vision (Peter Cohen) Caw Caw Caw (Roselyn Leibowitz) Abe and Emma (Robert Jackson) We Rowed Faster (Robert Jackson)
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Cover Title Page Copyright Epigraph
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father would infect me with some in
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suit of clothes with no person in t
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I stared at the last photo as Grand
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fight, but instead he just said,
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I spent the last afternoon of Befor
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* * * Wading through the diapers, S
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When I asked my dad why Grandpa was
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e encouraging but that nearly snapp
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to me. “Right at the flamingo org
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subdivision, Century Woods. Accordi
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danger or blood, but I couldn’t f
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and I couldn’t speak to tell him,
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elieved him, and neither had anyone
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Even my best and only friend Ricky
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eaction. “I don’t see anything
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cross-examining my subconscious, lo
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that week. I woke up screaming and
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just for me to find. Inside were th
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delusions that would take years of
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out, pouring herself some chardonna
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like showing off to accept such a l
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I got up to leave, afraid I might s
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As promised, the writer had enclose
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* * * As you can imagine, convincin
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on a big adventure!” I found her
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Fog closed around us like a blindfo
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oofs, lined a small grid of muddy g
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was unlikely to be a four-star mint
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“Right here,” he said, tapping
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I’d seen this look on his face be
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fake gold chains. He couldn’t hav
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plow through a field of marshy gras
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come. My grandfather had described
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kitchen was a science experiment go
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“So how was the house?” “Tras
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“It was a lot more than just one
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how much you worshipped him.” He
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thought of him that way. He’s our
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come back tomorrow, however—”
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ut one of them unplugged. Living on
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I felt numb, disconnected. It was t
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Knox.” “I wonder if it doesn’
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I thought maybe I’d heard him wro
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upon its malevolent shape—the way
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peering at me through cracks and kn
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I grabbed it by the sides and pulle
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sweat in the process. I finally mad
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ut organs. Brains. Hearts. Lungs. E
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was certainly a boulder made from p
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that my fear was irrational—it wa
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The girl’s expression soured. I w
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een lost to the ages. Here lies bog
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I unfolded myself from the cramped
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home as soon as possible. If he hes
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the hell was going on without a roo
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what?” “About the house—about
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on my arm and her knife at my side.
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and gross that I finally had to sit
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titled “Cairnholm under Siege.”
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sneaking around the back, any hope
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horse, flicked its reins, and we lu
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I was led down a flagstone path and
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silently. “There are far easier w
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Emma guided me onto the rug and cle
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ehind him. “I would ask you to si
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and held it up, moving her lips as
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I began to understand why Emma had
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not kill them outright.” “That
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and said, “This is Miss Finch and
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unstable.” She bent over the albu
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occurred to me, one that had been n
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“Never mind what Abe’s doing,
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Claire turned forward and crossed h
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“We have to get out of here,” I
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It began to drizzle, as if all that
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the rest. It was close, and getting
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upturned palm, flicked her wrist, a
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Kev was manning the bar again and r
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It was Dr. Golan. I wanted to say t
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Morning brought rain and wind and f
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“What’s it about?” She pinche
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ehind the curtain. “She may not b
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didn’t attend. Bronwyn yawned and
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There were a few more acts after Fi
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overboard: top hat, cane, monocle
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thing: nobody recognized me. Walkin
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answer them frankly. What was my wo
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“One minute? What can we do in on
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called out. “Where you been off t
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“Five sheep. How much blood do yo
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of it. Worm and Dylan talked tough,
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“That’s good,” she replied, a
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topic behind us as quickly as possi
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stayed too long, I’d never want t
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The clay soldier I’d returned beg
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was a lie, of course. I had thought
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Then something terrible occurred to
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“Tell me what happened to Victor!
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It was like waving red underwear at
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more letters. I wondered how much l
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grandfather had trampled her poor,
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century, and by the time I reached
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I shielded my face with the menu an
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“I am, too,” I said, patting he
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“Are you on a sandbar or somethin
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saw was the great bold stripe of th
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He could see the monsters. The mome
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anyway.” Hugh seemed taken aback
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Bronwyn trooped out, nodding solemn
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“He used to say he’d gone to wa
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I was moved by this new idea of my
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“No—abducted. Just as Miss Wren
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climbing roses, a kerosene lantern
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are empty. In a cruel twist of iron
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“Who took it?” “The wight him
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traveling back and forth, I need yo
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your distance, okay?” He looked a
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of the normal growing-up things peo
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looked up and noticed her, at which
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When someone goes missing in a town
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“Or if he was out by the cliffs,
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climbed down a drainpipe to the gro
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meal.” A collective groan arose,
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“You’ll turn into a wrinkled ol
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“And how’s that?” said Millar
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* * * When we stopped at the bog’
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“Which one’s he in?” Enoch as
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to shake and tremble like an overcr
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“Send me back,” he pleaded. “
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I’m just a poor old bus driver, g
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they can fabricate these days. And
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knives that the flesh of its mouth
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wood puffing out and blowing down t
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“If it catches us, it’ll kill u
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the floor as quietly as I could. Em
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