6 May 2024
My publisher wife looks across at me reading a proof of one of her soon-to-be-released thrillers. 'The setting is great, isn't it?' she says. 'Really good,' I reply. 'Very generous.'
I guess this is just the kind of joke (or possibly wilful misunderstanding) that only makes sense in the arcane world of books. She meant the wilds of Dartmoor. I meant the typesetting, made for a Boomer's eyes.