The classifier

I called Wessel Ebersohn last night to ask him how The Classifier was selling. “Very well,” he said. “It’s a damned good book.”

“You think a lot of yourself, don’t you,” I said.

“Read it yourself and you’ll see,” he told me.

“I have,” I said.

“Well?”

I hung up. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of telling him I liked it. I can’t stand that kind of person. You have to remember that he interrupted writing about me to write this book. I have a special interest in it.