When every other day brings a headline detailing some unprecedented and
unfathomable event of earth-shaking import, it's easy enough to miss notice of
the lesser revolutions. Thus, ultramodern citizens who focus exclusively on
electronic means of communication might have failed to note the recent
epoch-shattering news that the British government intends to sell off its Royal
Mail Service. A government institution since 1516, when Henry VIII established
the office of "Master of the Posts," the vaunted and legendary
service will now become a branch of Wal-Mart perhaps, or an arm of the Murdoch
Empire. And of course the US Postal System is plainly headed for an identical
severance from Federal sponsorship.
This is very sad news for those of us—myself included—who continue to
employ the mails for the whimsical purpose of committing art. Decorating our
envelopes and posting bizarre objects, we get a kick out of utilizing a
sober-sided, far-flung governmental system for something other than delivering
tax bills and jury-duty notices. Always a tiny, eccentric group, we are the
bright daisies in a field of soybeans. So to speak.
One outstanding member of our clan, the Englishman W. R. Bray
(1879-1939), who is in all likelihood the founder of the discipline of mailart,
is surely spinning in his grave at these changes. But his spirit may be
assuaged by the loving attention given to him and his career by erudite
philatelist John Tingey, who has delivered a handsomely designed and
illustrated biography.
Like some un-sleazy Henry Darger, Bray was a superficially normal and
unexceptional individual with a weird artistic hobby. Bray found his bliss in
testing the limits of the Royal Mail, addressing his postcards and letters with
rebuses, and mailing ungainly, unpackaged items such as onions and live animals
and even himself! Gradually exhausting all such creative postal avenues, he
eventually settled on collecting autographs by mail, amassing a repository of
over thirty thousand signatures. He achieved a slight fame while alive, then
passed into utter obscurity, his vast collection dispersed. Tingey's chance
encounter with some collectible samples of Bray's oeuvre, followed by
prodigious research and contact with Bray's descendants, have resulted in a
volume which will surely fascinate any fans of quirky social history, any
admirers of the unpredictable human spirit, and any curators of the odder
corners of the art world. The book is simply a delight.
Fantasy author James Blaylock once wrote a story, "Thirteen
Phantasms," in which the protagonist succeeds in mailing himself back in
time, to his beloved 1930s. Surely Blaylock was unknowingly channeling the
spirit of Bray, who would have endorsed such a whimsical conceit.
--PAUL DI FILIPPO

Paul Di Filippo's column The Speculator
appears monthly in the Barnes & Noble Review. He is the
author of several acclaimed novels and story collections, including
Fractal Paisleys, Little Doors, Neutrino Drag, and Fuzzy Dice.
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