Some time ago, maybe 12 years, I bought a copy of “The Honorary Consul” by Graham Greene from a second-hand bookstore. It was a mint-condition hardcover with a deckle edge, graced with a photo of an orange sunset over a river, set against a plain white background.
I began to read, and was just becoming absorbed in the intrigues of Dr. Plarr when I turned a page and found the next one blank. And the next one. And the next one. As it turned out, the whole rest of the book was blank.
I didn’t pick up another copy until now. This one is a Penguin Classics paperback. I’ve just reached the place at the end of chapter one where the pages went blank in my earlier edition. Things are heating up.