An author and a gentleman
When Citizen Reader bids her loyal readers to pick up anything related to Great Britain, I jump. So after reading her recent review of Helene Hanff's 84, Charing Cross Road, I clapped and squealed in happy aniticipation.
It's a lovely and charming wee book, a collection of letters that Hanff, an author, wrote to and received from a London bookshop over the course of several decades. Mind you, this was back in the day before a gal could lounge in her jammies and buy used books from the comfort of her couch. At first, Hanff's relationship with employee Frank Doel was all book business. It quickly blossomed into a kinship, though, and not many months passed before Hanff had the entire staff of Marks & Company eating out of her witty hand.
Hanff thoughtfully mailed care packages of hard-to-get foodstuffs and nylons to the bookstore staff to supplement post-war rations. Doel kept a perpetual eye out for volumes Hanff might love. Hanff and Doel never met; they pestered her to visit, but Hanff always declined, as she either had no work and therefore no money, or had work and money but no time.
Has anyone seen the movie based on the book? If so, how well does it stack up?