This is Central Books in East London, the trade distributor for CBe, where I took a carload of books yesterday. It’s a grand building, and lends a bit of industrial/manufacturing gravitas to the otherwise rather effete business of book-making. From the top floor you can look out over the site for the Olympics: a flat, grim, muddy wasteland (though when it gets dark the twinkly lights of the vehicles are quite pretty), and I hope that somewhere out there Iain Sinclair is walking round the site and making notes for a learned and scathing book.
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