New "The Stand" Portfolio

[herbertwest]

So, the pages states that there will be 10 prints from the book.
If I remember correctly, there were 12 illustrations in the book + 1 an unused illustration that was later printed in other books (ie : FREAK SHOW, by Berni Wrightson)

10 out of the 12 illustrations, that sounds like an incomplete portfolio to me ??

[killjoy72]

Yeah, that's another thing that bothered me about this one.

[carlosdetweiller]

That leaves the door open for them to publish another portfolio next year touting it as "The Complete Portfolio Edition!"

And the year after that they can publish "The Complete Portfolio - Anniversary Edition" and so on.

[jonp]

These are beginning to ship. Just got a shipping notice.

[webstar1000]

That leaves the door open for them to publish another portfolio next year touting it as "The Complete Portfolio Edition!"

And the year after that they can publish "The Complete Portfolio - Anniversary Edition" and so on.

I really feel for the older collectors like you Bob. I just made a comment on the PS thread and was treated with a kind of "smart-ass" response in return to my rhetorical question... "how many special editions of the same book do we need?" You and many other fellow members here have been at it for a lifetime... and it must be frustrating when for years and years... the excitement of one... maybe two King collectables would come up. They would be signed and priced well! Now, you must feel like it's a bit of a money grab... like this year we really have no new King signed things but a ton of "special editions". Did I buy some? Sure... all.. no. Do I want all these? No... it frustrates me as a newer collector. I can only imagine how you must feel at times and perhaps that maybe you would feel taken advantage of a bit being a "completest".

[amd013]

That leaves the door open for them to publish another portfolio next year touting it as "The Complete Portfolio Edition!"

And the year after that they can publish "The Complete Portfolio - Anniversary Edition" and so on.

I really feel for the older collectors like you Bob. I just made a comment on the PS thread and was treated with a kind of "smart-ass" response in return to my rhetorical question... "how many special editions of the same book do we need?" You and many other fellow members here have been at it for a lifetime... and it must be frustrating when for years and years... the excitement of one... maybe two King collectables would come up. They would be signed and priced well! Now, you must feel like it's a bit of a money grab... like this year we really have no new King signed things but a ton of "special editions". Did I buy some? Sure... all.. no. Do I want all these? No... it frustrates me as a newer collector. I can only imagine how you must feel at times and perhaps that maybe you would feel taken advantage of a bit being a "completest".

I agree webstar. When I saw that PS Pub was talking about a Salem's Lot edition, I was a little disappointed, as I feel this dilutes the specialness of the already existing limited editions. I used to be big into collecting comic books, almost exclusively Marvel. I quit in 1996 or so because there were just too many #1 issues, which were an obvious money grab. There were other reasons, but they are beyond the scope of this discussion. I really hope that the same isn't happening to SK books/item collecting. In the long run I think these multiple limited editions by different publishers well hurt the appreciation of the value of these books. But obviously the secondary market isn't their concern.

Mike

[jonp]

That leaves the door open for them to publish another portfolio next year touting it as "The Complete Portfolio Edition!"

And the year after that they can publish "The Complete Portfolio - Anniversary Edition" and so on.

I really feel for the older collectors like you Bob. I just made a comment on the PS thread and was treated with a kind of "smart-ass" response in return to my rhetorical question... "how many special editions of the same book do we need?" You and many other fellow members here have been at it for a lifetime... and it must be frustrating when for years and years... the excitement of one... maybe two King collectables would come up. They would be signed and priced well! Now, you must feel like it's a bit of a money grab... like this year we really have no new King signed things but a ton of "special editions". Did I buy some? Sure... all.. no. Do I want all these? No... it frustrates me as a newer collector. I can only imagine how you must feel at times and perhaps that maybe you would feel taken advantage of a bit being a "completest".

I agreed with you totally here, Kris. All these duplicate anniversary editions are totally unnecessary. I am struggling with all these financially and my enthusiasm for these is waning. I have spent £5000 on two PS lettereds to far, but to keep up my letter I have to keep up with the series. But how many of these are there going to be? 10? I cannot imagine spending £25K on 10 books!

[racerx45]

Anyone else notice that one of the illustrations in the new portfolio was not in the original portfolio?

[Theli]

That leaves the door open for them to publish another portfolio next year touting it as "The Complete Portfolio Edition!"

And the year after that they can publish "The Complete Portfolio - Anniversary Edition" and so on.

I really feel for the older collectors like you Bob. I just made a comment on the PS thread and was treated with a kind of "smart-ass" response in return to my rhetorical question... "how many special editions of the same book do we need?" You and many other fellow members here have been at it for a lifetime... and it must be frustrating when for years and years... the excitement of one... maybe two King collectables would come up. They would be signed and priced well! Now, you must feel like it's a bit of a money grab... like this year we really have no new King signed things but a ton of "special editions". Did I buy some? Sure... all.. no. Do I want all these? No... it frustrates me as a newer collector. I can only imagine how you must feel at times and perhaps that maybe you would feel taken advantage of a bit being a "completest".

Wasn't trying to be a smart ass, just calling it like I see it. As a newer collector the only thing that annoys about PS's business model is the price of lettered editions, but dems the breaks. I'll pick up multiples of some books, and none of others, just the name of the game.

[herbertwest]

Anyone else notice that one of the illustrations in the new portfolio was not in the original portfolio?

Which one?
So now it becomes a portfolio with 9 from the original illustrations + 1 new?
Compared to the original 12 illustrations + 1 that was only published in other books?

Sort of a mess if you ask me... should maybe ask the publisher about this concern?

[Randall Flagg]

Anyone else notice that one of the illustrations in the new portfolio was not in the original portfolio?

Yes.

[Randall Flagg]

Spoiler:

That image shows me with my back to tribesmen. Of course my muscles are a bit more defined, but Wrightson didn't think readers would believe Flagg looked more muscle bound than "The Terminator" (@25 YRS. old).

[Papaseraphim]

The resemblance is definitely there!

Spoiler:

That image shows me with my back to tribesmen. Of course my muscles are a bit more defined, but Wrightson didn't think readers would believe Flagg looked more muscle bound than "The Terminator" (@25 YRS. old).

[carlosdetweiller]

Anyone else notice that one of the illustrations in the new portfolio was not in the original portfolio?

Yes.

I'm happy to see that illustration included. I bought the original artwork on eBay years ago and actually liked it much better than the one that was used. I'll have to look at my records but I don't remember paying much for it at all since it was an "unused, extra" illustration.

[Scoogs]

Letterpress will be awesome. About time someone did this the right way.
Still not buying either edition though, I just don't collect any of the portfolios.

[mattgreenbean]

Anyone else notice that one of the illustrations in the new portfolio was not in the original portfolio?

Yes.

What part of the book is this in reference to??

[webstar1000]

Anyone else notice that one of the illustrations in the new portfolio was not in the original portfolio?

Yes.

I'm happy to see that illustration included. I bought the original artwork on eBay years ago and actually liked it much better than the one that was used. I'll have to look at my records but I don't remember paying much for it at all since it was an "unused, extra" illustration.

Bob, I would love to view all of the art you have acquired over the years. Perhaps you could do an art thread? Very impressed Canadian here eh

[mikeC]

Anyone else notice that one of the illustrations in the new portfolio was not in the original portfolio?

Yes.

What part of the book is this in reference to??

The end in the Uncut Edition. The other version is with Flagg facing the tribe, arms outstretched.

[amd013]

Anyone else notice that one of the illustrations in the new portfolio was not in the original portfolio?

Yes.

What part of the book is this in reference to??

Spoiler:

The epilogue, can't remember if it was in the unabridged version or not

[Randall Flagg]

It's the end of the Uncut The Stand:

Spoiler:

He awoke at dawn.
He had his boots on.
He sat up and looked around himself. He was on a beach as white as bone. Above


him, a ceramic sky of cloudless blue stood tall and far. Beyond him, a turquoise sea broke far out upon a reef and then came in gently, surging up and between strange boats that were
(canoes outrigger canoes)
He knew that . . . but how?
He got to his feet and almost fell. He was shaky. Bad off. Felt hung over.
He turned around. Green jungle seemed to leap out at his eyes, a dark forested


tangle of vines and broad leaves and lush, blooming flowers that were
(as pink as a chorus girl's nipple)
He was bewildered again.
What was a chorus girl?
For that matter, what was a nipple?
A macaw screamed at the sight of him, flew away blindly, crashed into the


thick bole of an old banyan tree, and fell dead at the foot of it with its legs sticking up.
(sat him on the table with his legs stickin up)
A mongoose looked at his flushed, beard-scruffy face and died of a brain embolism.
(in come sis with a spoon and a glass)
A beetle that had been trundling busily up the trunk of a nipa palm turned black and shriveled to a husk with tiny blue bolts of electricity frizzing for a moment between its antennae.
(and starts dippin gravy from its yass-yass-yass.)
Who am I?


He didn't know.
Where am I?
What did it matter?
He began to walk--stagger--toward the verge of the jungle. He was light-headed with hunger. The sound of the surf boomed hollowly in his ears like the beat of crazy blood. His mind was as empty as the mind of a newborn child.
He was halfway to the edge of the deep green when it parted and three men came
out. Then four. Then there were half a dozen. They were brown, smooth-skinned folk. They stared at him. He stared back.
Things began to come.
The six men became eight. The eight became a dozen. They all held spears. They began to raise them threateningly. The man with the beardstubble on his face looked at them. He was wearing jeans and old sprung cowboy boots; nothing else. His upper body was as white as the belly of a carp and dreadfully wasted.
The spears came all the way up. Then one of the brown men--the leader--choked out one word over and over again, a word that sounded like Yun-nah!
Yep, things were coming.
Righty-O.
His name, for one thing.
He smiled. .
That smile was like a red sun breaking through a black cloud. It exposed bright white teeth and amazing blazing eyes. He turned his lineless palms out to face them in the universal gesture of peace.
Before the force of that grin they were lost. The spears fell to the sand; one of them struck point-down and hung there at an angle, quivering.
"Do you speak English?"
They only looked.
"Habla espanol?"
No they didn't. They definitely did not habla fucking espanol.
What did that mean?
Where was he?
Well, it would come in time. Rome wasn't built in a day, nor Akron, Ohio, for that matter. And the place didn't matter.
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there . . . and still on your feet.
"Parlez-vows franqais?"
No answer. They stared at him, fascinated.
He tried them in German, and then bellowed laughter at their stupid, sheepy faces. One of them began to sob helplessly, like a child.
They are simple folk. Primitive; simple; unlettered. But I can use them. Yes, I can use them perfectly well.
He advanced toward them, lineless palms still turned outward, still smiling. His eyes sparkled with warm and lunatic joy.
"My name is Russell Faraday," he said in a slow, clear voice. "I have a mission."
They stared at him, all eyes, all dismay, all fascination.
"I have come to help you."
They began to drop on their knees and bow their heads before him, and as his
dark, dark shadow fell among them, his grin widened. "I've come to teach you how to be civilized!" "Yun-nah!" the chief sobbed in joy and terror. And as he kissed Russell
Faraday's feet, the dark man began to laugh. He laughed and laughed and laughed. Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.

[carlosdetweiller]

I had a PM request to post a photo of this alternate artwork that was not used in the initial book but found its way into the new portfolio.

It is a nice sized piece with the actual image size 14 1/2" x 11". I can't remember when I bought it and have no record of buying it. I'm sure it was on eBay and I would guess it was in the $600 range. Not nearly the price of a piece that was used in the book. Those were going for $2K and up if they ever were offered for sale. Above the image (in pencil) is written "Before the force of that grin they were lost." I had it hanging in the basement for the longest time but because of space it ultimately was sent to the closet. I had almost forgotten about it until I saw the image posted earlier in this thread and I thought "Hey.....wait a minute..."

[burial]

I had a PM request to post a photo of this alternate artwork that was not used in the initial book but found its way into the new portfolio.

It is a nice sized piece with the actual image size 14 1/2" x 11". I can't remember when I bought it and have no record of buying it. I'm sure it was on eBay and I would guess it was in the $600 range. Not nearly the price of a piece that was used in the book. Those were going for $2K and up if they ever were offered for sale. Above the image (in pencil) is written "Before the force of that grin they were lost." I had it hanging in the basement for the longest time but because of space it ultimately was sent to the closet. I had almost forgotten about it until I saw the image posted earlier in this thread and I thought "Hey.....wait a minute..."

You keep THAT in a closet?
Can i move in there?

[Aronstg]

It's the end of the Uncut The Stand:

Spoiler:

He awoke at dawn.
He had his boots on.
He sat up and looked around himself. He was on a beach as white as bone. Above


him, a ceramic sky of cloudless blue stood tall and far. Beyond him, a turquoise sea broke far out upon a reef and then came in gently, surging up and between strange boats that were
(canoes outrigger canoes)
He knew that . . . but how?
He got to his feet and almost fell. He was shaky. Bad off. Felt hung over.
He turned around. Green jungle seemed to leap out at his eyes, a dark forested


tangle of vines and broad leaves and lush, blooming flowers that were
(as pink as a chorus girl's nipple)
He was bewildered again.
What was a chorus girl?
For that matter, what was a nipple?
A macaw screamed at the sight of him, flew away blindly, crashed into the


thick bole of an old banyan tree, and fell dead at the foot of it with its legs sticking up.
(sat him on the table with his legs stickin up)
A mongoose looked at his flushed, beard-scruffy face and died of a brain embolism.
(in come sis with a spoon and a glass)
A beetle that had been trundling busily up the trunk of a nipa palm turned black and shriveled to a husk with tiny blue bolts of electricity frizzing for a moment between its antennae.
(and starts dippin gravy from its yass-yass-yass.)
Who am I?


He didn't know.
Where am I?
What did it matter?
He began to walk--stagger--toward the verge of the jungle. He was light-headed with hunger. The sound of the surf boomed hollowly in his ears like the beat of crazy blood. His mind was as empty as the mind of a newborn child.
He was halfway to the edge of the deep green when it parted and three men came
out. Then four. Then there were half a dozen. They were brown, smooth-skinned folk. They stared at him. He stared back.
Things began to come.
The six men became eight. The eight became a dozen. They all held spears. They began to raise them threateningly. The man with the beardstubble on his face looked at them. He was wearing jeans and old sprung cowboy boots; nothing else. His upper body was as white as the belly of a carp and dreadfully wasted.
The spears came all the way up. Then one of the brown men--the leader--choked out one word over and over again, a word that sounded like Yun-nah!
Yep, things were coming.
Righty-O.
His name, for one thing.
He smiled. .
That smile was like a red sun breaking through a black cloud. It exposed bright white teeth and amazing blazing eyes. He turned his lineless palms out to face them in the universal gesture of peace.
Before the force of that grin they were lost. The spears fell to the sand; one of them struck point-down and hung there at an angle, quivering.
"Do you speak English?"
They only looked.
"Habla espanol?"
No they didn't. They definitely did not habla fucking espanol.
What did that mean?
Where was he?
Well, it would come in time. Rome wasn't built in a day, nor Akron, Ohio, for that matter. And the place didn't matter.
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there . . . and still on your feet.
"Parlez-vows franqais?"
No answer. They stared at him, fascinated.
He tried them in German, and then bellowed laughter at their stupid, sheepy faces. One of them began to sob helplessly, like a child.
They are simple folk. Primitive; simple; unlettered. But I can use them. Yes, I can use them perfectly well.
He advanced toward them, lineless palms still turned outward, still smiling. His eyes sparkled with warm and lunatic joy.
"My name is Russell Faraday," he said in a slow, clear voice. "I have a mission."
They stared at him, all eyes, all dismay, all fascination.
"I have come to help you."
They began to drop on their knees and bow their heads before him, and as his
dark, dark shadow fell among them, his grin widened. "I've come to teach you how to be civilized!" "Yun-nah!" the chief sobbed in joy and terror. And as he kissed Russell
Faraday's feet, the dark man began to laugh. He laughed and laughed and laughed. Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.

That feeling when you realize that what Bob has stashed away in his closet is probably 10 times than any collection I can HOPE to ever have. LOL

All joking aside.. I love Wrightson's work!

[TCCBodhi]

Can I say that though I knew Flagg made it that, and that I prefer most of the additions in the uncut version that I prefer the originally published ending where it ends with

this.

Stu and Fran saying "I don't know".

***Of course, I can say it, just haven't seen a whole lot of love for the "original" ending over the Epilogue ending.

[Randall Flagg]

Can I say that though I knew Flagg made it that, and that I prefer most of the additions in the uncut version that I prefer the originally published ending where it ends with

this.

Stu and Fran saying "I don't know".

***Of course, I can say it, just haven't seen a whole lot of love for the "original" ending over the Epilogue ending.

The Uncut version ends the same.
Then "The Circle Closes"
You can have it both ways with the Uncut (As King intended the ending). Just stop at "I don't know"