Adrian Magson
There was a time, back when a keyboard was a wooden plank with hooks holding the metal thingy used to open your front door and start your car, and paper was the only reading medium – unless you were into scouring tea-leaves or frogs’ entrails – when the longevity of an average mass-market book could be measured in a handful of years. After that, unless it caught the public eye it would fade gradually from the scene, to be found only in libraries, second-hand or charity bookshops.