Buried treasure | 9 February 2012

I’ve spotted a subtle side-effect of the fact that e-Books don’t actually exist. The ‘not being able to lend a book to your husband/friend/etc when you’ve finished it’ problem is well-known. But less obvious is the fact that when you read a book on a Kindle or an iPad, you can’t accidentally leave things between the pages for subsequent owners to find. Because, of course, there won’t be any subsequent owners. One of the joys of a secondhand book is unexpectedly chancing upon someone’s makeshift bookmark trapped between pages 118 and 119.

A friend recently gave me, as a present, a copy of More Manners for Men, one of those bum-clenchingly snobbish etiquette guides from yesteryear. The specific ‘yester’ in this case was 1908. As if the text itself wasn’t entertaining enough (‘asparagus seems to have been a stumbling-block to many’), it was thrilling to find a small grey and white feather between the pages.