A British furniture-artist (apparently Britain has such things) has pimped out the desk, attempting to maintain its classic "essence" but also incorporating "embroidered imagery. . . including bats, a savage hound and scrolling rose thorns and buds."
I'm not sure how I feel about these "improvements." If someone told me he was the proud owner of Bram Stoker's desk and then showed me this gothic escritoire replete with bats and bones, I would think I was being punked. I wouldn't want to accept the idea that something so tacky would once have belonged to so famous a man of letters.
If you must buy furniture of literary significance, I understand the chair in which Philip Roth sat while composing Portnoy's Complaint will come up for bid soon. THAT one, I might consider reupholstering.
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