One of my dearest memories from the time I started writing books, back in the 1950s, was coming to Vancouver on my promotion tours and talking with Bill Duthie. He was not your average bookseller. Slightly gruff and more than a little overwhelming, he was unique. And what made him so was that he had always read my book before I arrived and that he inevitably had something constructive (which is not necessarily the same as kind) to say about it. This was—and I suspect still is—most unusual.
Peter C. Newman
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