Topping & Company Booksellers
The Paragon, Bath
Topping
& Company Booksellers are probably best known for their fantastic author
events: the majority of this Dedication will turn into an excuse to write up my
experiences from two of these events.
Here
is a shiny shop. It smells great, too. Books from floor to ceiling, books
smothering every surface. Here is a bookshop that transports customers to
another realm entirely. Here is a bookshop where every book is different from
the one next to it. Topping & Company Booksellers feels like Mr B’s younger
and cooler cousin.
When
you first walk in you are asked if would like refreshment. The staff will serve
you tea and coffee as you browse, with a side helping of great book advice. The
shop is friendly and fresh, providing a fantastic service for any book lover.
It’s a shop that makes you feel very intelligent, and harks back to the good
old traditional days of bookselling.
But perhaps the most impressive asset of Topping & Co is their friends and acquaintances. Stephan Fry, Richard Dawkin and countless other authors have graced their doors, people who write to appeal to a wide audience. I have been to two author events hosted by Topping & Co. They are proper literary affairs, serving wine in a good sized and often historical venue around Bath, offering like-minded conversation and fantastic question and answer sessions.
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My
first ‘Toppings’ author event was held in St Swithin’s Church, where
abolitionist William Wilberforce got married in 1797. I was on my own and was
enjoying a glass of non-alcoholic elderflower cordial. I’d nabbed a seat in the
front row and noted the demographics of the gathering audience: there were
children, lots of children, gathered across the aisle at the front with their
parents, and toward the back Sherlock Holmes enthusiasts gathered with the kind
of people who go to every single literary event they can in the city. The book:
The House of Silk. The author:
Anthony Horowitz.
So
this explains the contingent of children gathered excitedly, also partaking in
non-alcoholic beverages. Is explains my presence here, as well: Anthony Horowitz
is the author of the fantastic Alex Rider series. I’ve read these books since
they came out and was entranced by their on-the-edge-of-your-seat action. They
take me immediately into a brilliant world and when I read them I get a
distinct I’m-reading-Alex-Rider feeling. I have recently delved into the
fantastic world of Fleming and I owe my love for Bond starting from teenage
secret agent, Alex Rider.
It’s
always exciting to see favourite childhood authors and Anthony Horowitz had
earned more respect from me: he was working with Peter Jackson and Steven
Spielberg to write the next TinTin script.
Not to mention he wrote various episodes of Foyles
War and Midsummer Murders.
The
fact that Anthony Horowitz is able to sell in different genres – that he is so
successful – made seeing him all the more special. It seemed that everybody
there knew about Sherlock Holmes. The closest I’d got was through the fantastic
BBC series with Benedict Cumberbatch (which has a Horowitz seal of approval)
and the Hollywood blockbuster. Horowitz quite rightly condemns the films as
‘Indiana Holmes – entertaining in their own way but nothing to do with Doyle’s
Holmes.’
I
gathered that The House of Silk was
methodically researched and that Horowitz really had a strong idea of the feel
of this Doyle-estate officially commissioned novel. He told us that he had
tried to emulate Doyle’s style by writing with a 19th century tone
whilst engaging a 21st century audience. He says he has retained
humour and was determined not to go the way of Sebastian Faulks whose
officially-commissioned Bond novel apparently doesn’t feel like Bond - they do
not emulate Fleming.
Horowitz
admitted that he won’t write another Holmes because he felt he couldn’t do it
better.
It
was a brilliant evening, hosted superbly by Toppings. Horowitz was inspiring
and interesting, and the bookshop allowed for this.
In
the audience Q & A session, I asked him what it was like working with Peter
Jackson and Steven Spielburg, who are, in my opinion two of the greatest film
makers.
‘Well,
I haven’t been fired yet.’
It
is praise indeed to Topping & Co for filling out such a venue – every seat
was taken, and demographics covered a whole spectrum of human beings. A really
fantastic evening – I cunningly avoided the rush of the queue to sign books by
buying The House of Silk pre-signed
from Topping & Co. (Fun fact, most days it opens until 8pm. This also makes
it great.)
Okay,
I’ve yet to read the book, but when I do I think I’ll be thrilled.
‘I love the scratching of the nib, I love
the splattering of blue ink...We are all connected by ink...it’s the blood that
links us altogether.’
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I
attended my second Topping & Co author event, this time at the larger St
Michael’s Church. Of course it was going to be popular, and the boyfriend and I
were shoved with our non-alcoholic beverages somewhere near the back behind a
pillar. At least we had managed to get seats.
We
saw the illustrious figure of George R R Martin – who was supporting and
Tolkien-esque Dwarvish beard – compressed under a captain’s cap. He wore braces
– or, suspenders – and that itself earned a thumbs up from me. I couldn’t help
but think he looked like a garden Gnome.
The
entire audience was in awe of this great man who had spawned what is arguably
the best television series ever.
It
was entirely strange to hear him speak with a gravely, deep and very American
accent. Especially strange when he read a relatively spoiler-free passage from one
of his books.
He
inevitably talked of Tolkien and the television series – which he proclaimed as
a ‘faithful adaption’ but rather humorously thought he fans were a little
strange, mocking, ‘Sirio has hair?! How dare you!’.
Every
single chair was occupied and there wasn’t enough room for everybody. This time
I gathered my wits to get my book signed. I was determined not to become a mess
of a fan girl, as what happened when I approached Garth Nix at a Waterstones
event. I needn’t have worried. Martin was talking to somebody – from Topping
& Co? - and barely offered me a glance when he scribbled in my book. I
shouted over my shoulder, ‘Nice braces!’ as I walked away.
Perhaps
the Martin event was much more popular but Horowitz more interesting: I took
six and a half pages of notes for Horowitz compared to a dismal two for Martin,
the majority of which is taken up by a pants drawing of a wyvern.
The
very fact that Topping & Co got such a popular author is tantamount to
their own popularity and professionalism. At both events the venues were packed
out, the interviewers efficient and interesting, and the merchandise stall at
the back basically empty of books by the end. I really so miss Topping & Co
and their delicious recipes for intense author-filled delights, as well as
generous helpings of passion and drive.
