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1 – 10 of 135Clive Bingley, Edwin Fleming and Sarah Lawson
THERE MUST BE, I think, some sort of automatic professional override‐switch which cuts in on lawyers and slows them down to a pace not exceeding two yards per hour whenever two…
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THERE MUST BE, I think, some sort of automatic professional override‐switch which cuts in on lawyers and slows them down to a pace not exceeding two yards per hour whenever two parties to a proposed agreement indicate that they wish to complete a deal with extraordinary swiftness.
Clive Bingley, Edwin Fleming and Sarah Lawson
REGULAR READERS of this column will have noted, perhaps with relief, the self‐restraint I have applied in recent months in connection with the game of cricket, not a word about…
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REGULAR READERS of this column will have noted, perhaps with relief, the self‐restraint I have applied in recent months in connection with the game of cricket, not a word about which have I imparted to you throughout the summer.
Clive Bingley, Edwin Fleming and Sarah Lawson
CHRISTMAS is coming, and the year is nearly done. On the whole, a good year, I think—at any rate for realism. No doubt we shall have our (by now) customary industrial fun and…
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CHRISTMAS is coming, and the year is nearly done. On the whole, a good year, I think—at any rate for realism. No doubt we shall have our (by now) customary industrial fun and games during the winter, with lights going out, rubbish piling up in the streets, and the car‐workers continuing to perform their slow‐motion, ritual suicide. But it is becoming appreciated that inflationary, pay increases simply spawn unemployment.
Margot Lindsay, Mary Fawson, John Bate, Dermot Englefield and Sarah Lawson
WHEN I went to visit a friend who was spending a few days as a patient in Northwick Park Hospital, it seemed natural, as I was in ‘foreign’ territory, to investigate the local…
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WHEN I went to visit a friend who was spending a few days as a patient in Northwick Park Hospital, it seemed natural, as I was in ‘foreign’ territory, to investigate the local library facilities. To anyone who passed their SRN finals in a non‐teaching hospital in the mid‐60's, and then discontinued nursing practice, the likelihood of finding a special library service for nurses would seem as remote as disposable syringes and the removal of rubber draw sheets from hospital beds.
Clive Bingley, Edwin Fleming and Sarah Lawson
IT WAS in the mid‐1970s when, having been in the habit for a year or so previously of commenting on public library authorities' annual reports in a partially analytical manner, I…
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IT WAS in the mid‐1970s when, having been in the habit for a year or so previously of commenting on public library authorities' annual reports in a partially analytical manner, I observed a decline in the arrival of the same in my post. A decline which has been maintained, I may add, and which has led me to the conclusion that, while it is OK on the sender's part if I remark how splendid has his service been, he would nevertheless be happier if the ammunition was withheld for me to observe that his annual loans cost x‐pence more each than those of such‐and‐such an authority!
Clive Bingley, Edwin Fleming and Sarah Lawson
IT IS BY direction of NLW'S Subscription Department—to whom I have the good fortune to have been married for nigh on 16 years—that I open my first column of the new year with a…
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IT IS BY direction of NLW'S Subscription Department—to whom I have the good fortune to have been married for nigh on 16 years—that I open my first column of the new year with a lot of gubbins about subscriptions and their administration. Do please read it and, if appropriate, take action, or I'll never hear the end of it.
Fred Ayres, Alan Duckworth, Margot Lindsay, Mike Pearce and Sarah Lawson
THE PROPHETESSES of Ancient Greece, who were said to provide the Delphic oracles, claimed to have gained their inspiration by breathing a mysterious vapour that rose from a cleft…
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THE PROPHETESSES of Ancient Greece, who were said to provide the Delphic oracles, claimed to have gained their inspiration by breathing a mysterious vapour that rose from a cleft in the floor. This then gave them convulsions and put them in a fit state for Apollo to make use of them to deliver his messages to mankind. The whole operation was highly suspect, since the output was in the form of mutterings, and a sort of ancient information officer in the guise of a priest was needed to interpret them to the enquirer. The end product was often sound advice, although the answer to an awkward question was given in such a way that whatever happened it could be claimed to have come true.
Clive Bingley, Edwin Fleming, Allan Bunch, Sarah Lawson and Kate Hills
NEXT JANUARY, it will be ten years since I acquired The library world from W H Smith & Son Ltd. Next July, NEW LIBRARY WORLD may be ten years old.
Clive Bingley, Edwin Fleming and Sarah Lawson
PROMPTLY UPON the ending of the seemingly interminable Christmas/New Year holiday—I just had to go back to work between the two, because another plate of…
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PROMPTLY UPON the ending of the seemingly interminable Christmas/New Year holiday—I just had to go back to work between the two, because another plate of cold‐turkey‐plus‐cold‐Xmas‐pud would have driven me insane—there landed upon my desk the first issue of the LAR vacancies supplement, a sheet of job advertisements which is to be issued fortnightly while publication of the Times literary supplement Is suspended, and may even be continued thereafter on a permanent basis if demand warrants.
Tony Joseph, David Reid, GT Onadiran, Sarah Lawson and Gordon Brewer
LAST WEEK I gave myself a nasty shock. I had been spending an afternoon in another town doing some research in the central reference library there. I went on till past seven in…
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LAST WEEK I gave myself a nasty shock. I had been spending an afternoon in another town doing some research in the central reference library there. I went on till past seven in the evening, rushing at the end to get through all I wanted, then dashing to catch my train home. On the train I opened my briefcase; to discover that I'd come away with an envelope of unissued and strictly ‘confined’ material from the library's local collection.