This is strange...

[desperance]

Someone is advertising, via Amazon, an edition that doesn't exist from a publisher that doesn't exist of a book I wrote, allegedly printed ten years before I wrote it. And they're charging £109.96 for it. I should think so too, such a rare artefact as it must be, sideslipping from another reality: it's got to be worth that much, surely...?

Disappointingly, they don't supply a picture.

Comments

[rysmiel.livejournal.com]

Well, ask them for the version of Mystery of Edwin Drood with the end quick before they go away.

I did actually once find myself checking whether a copy of Mystery of Edwin Drood had the end in or not. It was in a university book sale where large piles of stuff were all jumbled up, it was in a hall with a great aura of age and solemnity, and it was between Trotsky's history of the Russian Revolution and a copy of one of the earlier editions of Wells' Outline of History that has the embarrassing first chapter about Piltdown Man, anyone would have done the same, OK ?