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 dashing 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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