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Those elusive pages

I have finished really-rather-poor book with the telegram. It featured some spectactularly hilarious info-dumps, so good I may yet share one with you before I return this to the library. But it was also clearly written by someone who was not British. (The author is American.)

At one point, the heroine spots a suspicious person going into a chemists. So she follows that person in and, to look busy while listening in, browses the magazines.

In American and Canadian drug stores, magazines are ubiquitous. It's one of the basic places to go and buy a magazine.

In the UK? Chemists don't stock magazines. The only time I have seen them there have been in giant Boots, Boots so large they are mini-department stores with an electronics section, books, and stationary.

Have you ever seen magazines for sale in a normal chemists in the UK?

Comments

gillo
Sep. 5th, 2011 10:53 pm (UTC)
Only stuff that warns one about Unmentionable Diseases.

I love much about Connie Willis, who may or may not be the writer you are thinking of, but her research is so shoddy it throws me right out of the experience. American writers all too often seem to assume we're exactly like them buy quainter.
owlfish
Sep. 6th, 2011 01:29 pm (UTC)
Connie Willis can write better than this!