People always go on about London’s admittedly wonderful Daunt Books (which I visit a lot) but their frankly perverse cataloguing system prevents easy location of their stock, and the middle-class clientele who haunt the enquiry desk with oblique questions about Vita Sackville-West and the like do sometimes give me inexplicable shudders of horror. Tonight, though, […]
Published on May 19, 2014 11:13