EVEN A Sorcerer’s constantly learning Auction Apprentice occasionally feels the urge to break free and try to land a cunning buy without the prior blessing of his usually consulted, and always heeded, Master. Much, I suppose, as a child longs to outgrow its parent. And so it was that I sent ‘expert Nick’ an email linking him to a few of my recent, secret, auction bids with the heading: “Am I going mad?” Obviously, I was hoping for the answer: “No. Clever you.”
Fat chance. After listing what I had failed to spot, he concluded by asking whether boredom was interfering with my critical faculties. He must have been a psychiatrist in an earlier life as, sadly, he’s bang on the money. I need a new project. My war memoir, , was published back in April and there is now little for me to do. I recently sold a couple of other books to publishers in my own role as a literary agent but, deals signed, that
