The staff he hires are dysfunctional, the literary festival he almost wishes to being a disaster, the collections he reluctantly buys for stock…. so entertaining. I even became a member of the Random Book Club off the back of his book.

There is something almost transcendental about his descriptions of the people and circumstances in which he finds himself. Like Thoureu’s ‘Walden’ and certainly a worthy successor to its (spiritual at least) prequel ‘Bookshop Memories’ by George Orwell.

Search out the sequel. And don’t stop writing.