OLD PORT. Early Photographs, De Maus

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OLD PORT. Early Photographs of Port Chalmers 1867-1877, David Alexander De Maus, Kilmog Press, Dunedin, 2016, hardback, automotive cloth, book cloth, landscape album, 23cm x 14.5cm,  letterpress printed, hand-bound, hand -sewn, includes bio, title page, key, etc, 24 tipped in reproduction photographs with individually printed borders, limited edition, 46 copies, NZ $98.50


Old Port was reproduced from an original David Alexander De Maus studio album; see images below.

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Letters from Nanjing, Alan Morrison

Letters from Nanjing, Alan Morrison, 2015, Kilmog Press, Dunedin, New Zealand

This art book includes a series of 24 hand-printed and numbered woodblock prints, including frontis, on ginkgo paper. Hardback, red buckram cloth, various papers and card, 200+ piece cover, with letterpress to covers, double title page, bio, etc, hand sewn, edition of 5 numbered copies, 43 cms high x 28.5 cms wide, laminated boards. NZ$ 460.00



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Dublin Gothic, Peter O’Neill, Kilmog Press, 2015

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Dublin Gothic, Peter O’Neill, Kilmog Press, 2015, sectional cover, paper, card and cloth over board, letterpress printed labels, title page, 72 pages, hand sewn and bound, laser printed stock, edition of 40 numbered copies, available late March 2015, $NZ 35.00  Peter O’ Neill was born in Cork in 1967. His debut collection Antiope ( Stonesthrow Poetry, 2013) was published to critical acclaim. “Certainly a voice to be reckoned with.” Brigitte Le Juez ( Beckett avant la lettre, Grasset 2007). His second collection The Elm Tree ( Lapwing, 2014) was also very well received.   A third collection The Dark Pool (Mgv2>publishing) is due out in March, 2015.


Having spent the majority of the nineties living in France, he has spent the last fifteen or so years living in Dublin. The city plays an integral part in his writing. Dublin Gothic is the final instalment of a trilogy which started with The Dark Pool.

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Selected Correspondence of Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Ed. Trans. Mitchell Abidor, 2015


We’re are pleased to announce the publication of Selected Correspondence of Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Edited and Translated, Mitchell Abidor, Kilmog Press, Dunedin, New Zealand, 2015, 120 pages, hardback, sectional cover  of wallpaper, card and cloth over board, hand sewn and bound, letterpress covers, labels and title page, hand inked, bookpress printed, 80gsm Munkin stock, laser printed, edition of 40 copies, NZ$58.50.00

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“To the Gallimard Publishing House

(Prior to its publication Céline shopped the manuscript of “Journey to the End of the Night” around to a couple of publishers. He wrote the following summary of the book to the prestigious Gallimard publishing house, but before they could agree to publish it he had already accepted the offer of Denoël et Steele)

(shortly before April 14, 1932)


I submit to you my manuscript “Journey to the End of the Night” (five years of work).

I would be particularly grateful if you would tell me as soon as possible if you want to publish it, and under what conditions.

* * *

You ask me to provide you with a summary of this book. In truth, it’s a bizarre task you ask me to carry out, and I would never have thought of it. You might say it’s time I did. I don’t know why, but I don’t feel capable of doing it. (A little like the divers we see in films who splash out of the water onto the jetty…)  I’m going to try to do it but without being fancy about it. I don’t think my summary will make you want to read the book.

* * *

In fact, this Journey to the End of the Night is a fictionalized tale written in a singular form, which there are not many examples of in literature in general. This wasn’t the way I wanted it. But that’s how it is. It’s a kind of literary, emotive symphony more than a real novel. The pitfall of this genre is boredom. I don’t think my thing is boring. From the emotional point of view this tale is close to what we get – or should get – from music. All of this stays on the outskirts of emotions and words, of detailed descriptions, except at the accented moments: they’re mercilessly precise.

From which flows a number of divertimentos that gradually enter the theme and finally make it sing like a musical composition. All of this is quite pretentious and worse than ridiculous if the work has failed. I leave it to you to judge. For my part it’s a success. This is the way I feel about people and things. Too bad for them.

* * *

The intrigue is both complex and simple. It also belongs to the operatic genre. (This isn’t a recommendation!) It’s a great fresco, it’s populist lyricism, it’s communism with a soul, and thus mischievous, full of life.

* * *

The tale begins on the Place Clichy at the beginning of the war and ends fifteen years later at the fête de Clichy. 700 pages of voyages around the world, men, and the night, and love, especially love, which I hunt down, disfigure, and which comes out of all this tired, deflated, defeated… Crime, delirium, Dostoevskyism: there is something of everything in my thing, to learn from and to be amused by.

The Facts

Robinson[1], my friend, a worker of some kind, goes off to war (I think about the war from his point of view), he flees from battles some way or another…he goes to tropical Africa…then to America… descriptions… descriptions… sensations… Everywhere and always he is ill at ease (romanticism, the evil of the twenty-first century[2]). Confused, he returns to France… he’s had it with traveling, with being exploited wherever he goes and with dying of inhibitions and hunger. He’s a modern proletarian.  He’s going to decide to kill an old woman so that he can finally have a small amount of capital, that is, the starting point of freedom. He fails to kill her, the old lady, the first time. He wounds himself. He temporarily blinds himself. Since the old lady’s family was in cahoots with him they are all sent to the south of France in order to keep the affair under wraps. It’s the old lady who now takes care of him. In the south they engage is a strange form of commerce. They exhibit mummies in a cellar (this brings in money). Robinson begins to see again. He gets engaged to a young woman from Toulouse. He’s going to descend into normal life. But in order for life to be normal you have to have some capital. And so he again gets the idea to knock off the old woman. And this time he doesn’t fail. She’s good and dead. He and his future wife are going to inherit. Bourgeois happiness awaits. But something prevents him from settling into bourgeois happiness, into love and material security. Something! Ah! Ah! And this something is the entire novel! Attention! He flees his fiancée and happiness. She chases after him. She makes a scene after scene. Jealous scenes. She is the eternal woman confronting the new man… She kills him.

* * *

All this is perfectly presented. Under no conditions do I want this subject swiped from me. This is fodder for a century of literature. It’s the Prix Goncourt 1932 as sure as can be for the happy publisher who will grab this peerless work[3], this capital moment of human nature…

With my best regards,

Louis Destouches

[1] In the original manuscript the characters of Robinson and Bardamu are reversed.

[2] Typo for twentieth century.

[3] The novel failed – barely – to win the Goncourt.”

Translated, Mitchell Abidor, 2015, Copyright

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Mitchell Abidor is a translator and writer living in Brooklyn. His books include an anthology of Victor Serge’s anarchist writings, Anarchists Never Surrender, the first English translation of A Socialist History of the French Revolution by Jean Jaurès, Emmanuel Bove’s A Raskolnikoff, and the poetry of Benjamin Fondane.

This publication includes essays by Pascal Ifri, Professor of French at Washington University in St. Louis & Jean-Michel Rabaté, Professor of English and Comparative Literature at the University of Pennsylvania.

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Our new email as of 24th of December 2013 is kilmogpressdunedin@gmail.com, our PO Box remains the same, PO Box 1562, Dunedin, New Zealand – please email for availability for orders, payments accepted: cheque, Paypal and bank deposit within NZ.

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