Sixty years ago, as a student in Glasgow, I spent many hours in second-hand bookstores looking for “bargains”. I remember one shop in Cowcaddens run by a woman, a right Glasgow character if there was one, occasionally aided by her brother. The hours of the shop were erratic and its stock was so disorganized that it was more by good luck than any methodical purpose that something of interest might be found. I spent so much time there that on occasion I would fetch “twenty Embassy” and “a quarter-bottle of Bell’s” for the good lady in charge. I never did find much of interest in that bookshop, but it instilled in me a strong fascination for collecting printed material on Glasgow and its culture that had remained with me over the intervening years. One consequence is that I have delved into the short-lived art and cultural magazines that abounded in Glasgow and the West of Scotland during...