A sort of manifesto from Ben Myers at the Guardian, praising the joy of secondhand book shops. (Sadly, it took less than 90 minutes for someone to pop up and claim that writers are being ‘screwed’ by secondhand shops, as ‘they get nothing’. Oh how the publishers and the agents would love to get their thirty pieces of silver).

On the end of Greene’s (see here), Ruth (rightly) wonders why there wasn’t more of a fuss. The island of writers? Please.