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.
>There. 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 da****ng cavalry of Knopf
>across the water, and no one who. loves literature and courage will
forbear
>to. cheer.
At. the time this article was written I had believed for some time that
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 Saturday’s paper, that he was describing in. some detail his
"artist’s 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 Everyman’s
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.
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