Following last year’s killer event at the Hay Festival, I ordered Obelisk (from Amazon) but it arrived damaged, due to inadequate packaging, before Christmas, (returned without trust that a replacement might make it whole and undamaged, and seeking a refund, which was delivered). Thus, I finally managed to venture out on Monday, in these cold conditions, to seek a perfect copy. I went to London. Hatchard’s, in a telephone call before Christmas, had 47 copies; but by the time I walked through their doors, all had been returned.
Luckily, further up on Piccadilly, Waterstone’s had a decent copy. So I arrived home fixed.
And now, after the next and most recent crime novel, I will devour "Obelisk".
Last year in Hay, Rick Gekoski’s reading of a small piece of Pearson’s book was so enlightening and funny that I simply had to read the book.
Following my recent crimefic read, and others, if I get the media sorted, I’ll let you know all about Obelisk.
That trip to London also allowed me to discover that my aged (vintage framed) specs are repairable. Cutler and Gross, you continue to be beautiful in my eyes, and in front of them …
But now I’m home and reading. Bliss!