Guest
The article of which part is reproduced below was. penned by Bernard Levin
for the Features section of the Times on 21 September 1991. To my mind,. it
described the situation at the time and. in particular a recent meeting with
a friend, during which I for. the first time admitted to someone other than
my GP that I had been subjected to a conspiracy of harassment over. the
previous year. and a half.
columnists in the. Times and other journalists had been making references to
my. situation. Nothing unusual about this you may think, plenty of people
have the. same sort of ideas and obviously the papers aren't writing about
them, so why should my beliefs not. be as false as those of others?
What makes this article so. extraordinary is that three or four days
immediately preceding its publication, I. had a meeting with a friend,
during the course of which we. discussed the media persecution, and in
particular that by Times columnists.. It seemed to me, reading the article
by Levin in Saturdays paper, that he was describing in some detail. his
"artists impression" of. that meeting. Most telling are the final
sentences, when. he writes, "The madman bursts into tears, and swears it is
all true. And it. is." Although I did not "burst into tears" (he seems to be
using a bit of poetic licence and exaggerating) I did try hard. to convince
my friend that it was. all true; and I am able to concur with Mr Levin,
because, of. course, it is.
At the beginning of the piece Levin reveals a. fear of being attacked by the
"irrational" subject of his story, saying "I have no reason to believe. that
he is violent,. but he should certainly be approached with caution". This
goes back to the xenophobic propaganda. of "defence" against a "threat"
which was seen at the very. beginning of the harassment. The impression of a
"madman running loose". who needs to be controlled through an agency which
assigns to itself. the mantle of the "police" is also one which had been
expressed. elsewhere.
In the. final paragraph of this extract, his reference to Everymans Library
as having "died a lingering. and shameful death a decade or so ago" shows
clearly. what sort of conclusion they wish to their campaign. They want a
permanent solution, and as they are prevented from. achieving that solution
directly, they waste significant resources on. methods which have been
repeatedly shown to be. ineffective for such a purpose.
6052
for the Features section of the Times on 21 September 1991. To my mind,. it
described the situation at the time and. in particular a recent meeting with
a friend, during which I for. the first time admitted to someone other than
my GP that I had been subjected to a conspiracy of harassment over. the
previous year. and a half.
At the time this article was written I had believed for some time. thatThere is a madman running loose about. London, called David Campbell; I have
no reason to believe that he is violent,. but he should certainly be
approached with caution. You may. know him by the curious glitter in his
eyes and a persistent trembling of his hands; if that does not suffice,. you
will find him attempting to thrust no fewer than 48 books. into your arms,
all hardbacks, with a promise that, if you should return to the. same
meeting-place next. year, he will heave another 80 at you.
If, by now, the. police have arrived and are keeping a close watch on him,
you may feel sufficiently emboldened to examine the. books. The jackets are
a model of uncluttered. typography, elegantly and simply laid out; there is
an unobtrusive colophon of a rising sun, probably. not picked at random.
Gaining confidence - the lunatic is smiling by now, and. the policemen, who
know about such. things, have significantly removed their helmets - you
could do worse than take the jacket off. the first book in the pile. The
only word possible to describe. the binding is sumptuous; real cloth in a
glorious shade of. dark green, with the title and author in black and gold
on. the spine.
Look. at it more closely; your eyes do not deceive you - it truly does have
real top-bands. and tail-bands, in yellow, and, for good measure, a silk
marker ribbon in a lighter green. The paper is cream-wove. and acid-free,
and the book is sewn,. not glued.
Throughout the encounter, I should have mentioned, our loony has. been
chattering. away, although what he is trying to say is almost impossible to
understand; after a time, however, he becomes sufficiently coherent to. make
clear that he. is trying to sell the books to you. Well, now, such quality
in bookmaking today can only be for collectors'. limited editions at a
fearsome. price - #30, #40, #50?
No, no, he. says, the glitter more powerful than ever and the trembling of
his hands rapidly spreading throughout his entire. body; no, no - the books
are priced variously at #7, #8 or #9, with the top price. #12.
At this, the policemen understandably. put their helmets back on; one of
them draws his truncheon and the other can be heard. summoning
reinforcements. on his walkie-talkie. The madman bursts into tears, and
swears it is all. true.
And. it is.
David Campbell has acquired the entire rights. to the whole of the
Everyman's Library, which died a lingering. and shameful death a decade or
so ago, and he proposes to. start it all over again - 48 volumes this
September. and 80 more next year, in editions I have described, at the
prices specified. He proposes to. launch his amazing venture simultaneously
in Britain and the United. States, with the massive firepower of Random
Century at his back. in this country, and the dashing cavalry of Knopf
across the water, and no one who loves literature. and courage will forbear
to. cheer.
columnists in the. Times and other journalists had been making references to
my. situation. Nothing unusual about this you may think, plenty of people
have the. same sort of ideas and obviously the papers aren't writing about
them, so why should my beliefs not. be as false as those of others?
What makes this article so. extraordinary is that three or four days
immediately preceding its publication, I. had a meeting with a friend,
during the course of which we. discussed the media persecution, and in
particular that by Times columnists.. It seemed to me, reading the article
by Levin in Saturdays paper, that he was describing in some detail. his
"artists impression" of. that meeting. Most telling are the final
sentences, when. he writes, "The madman bursts into tears, and swears it is
all true. And it. is." Although I did not "burst into tears" (he seems to be
using a bit of poetic licence and exaggerating) I did try hard. to convince
my friend that it was. all true; and I am able to concur with Mr Levin,
because, of. course, it is.
At the beginning of the piece Levin reveals a. fear of being attacked by the
"irrational" subject of his story, saying "I have no reason to believe. that
he is violent,. but he should certainly be approached with caution". This
goes back to the xenophobic propaganda. of "defence" against a "threat"
which was seen at the very. beginning of the harassment. The impression of a
"madman running loose". who needs to be controlled through an agency which
assigns to itself. the mantle of the "police" is also one which had been
expressed. elsewhere.
In the. final paragraph of this extract, his reference to Everymans Library
as having "died a lingering. and shameful death a decade or so ago" shows
clearly. what sort of conclusion they wish to their campaign. They want a
permanent solution, and as they are prevented from. achieving that solution
directly, they waste significant resources on. methods which have been
repeatedly shown to be. ineffective for such a purpose.
6052