I hope Ann and the Horn (senior and Young Master) don’t mind me sticking this up. I wasn’t going to as it didn’t feel it was my place, but then I read it again and thought The Vole would have been miffed if I didn’t. It’s funny reading it, like talking to Obi Wan on Dagobah...the ephemeral, wispy so-and-so. Anyway, it wonderfully displays The Vole, the meticulous and impassioned curator that we all adored. [I was hoping there would be a split infinitive or Oxford coma in there, just to see if he would throw caution to the wind and come back as a tut-tutting ghost.]
Yes, likewise SB. When the folks from Howler found out, they did a spot of Googling and came across the thread here on which David told us he was dying. When they saw my name on there they emailed me to share their sadness, and told me they'd been completely unaware he was ill - at the same time as his treatment was going on and all the other stuff we were reading about then, they were bothering him with rewrites and opinions and drafts, and he hadn't batted an eyelid to complain or to tell them, 'I'm ill and have more important things to worry about.' I'm glad the piece has seen the light of day somewhere.