"Who's the publisher?"

"Someone called JR Books."

"So Raphael finally struck oil?"

"I doubt it. I'd never heard of them, had to look them up. Small publisher, they did the hardback Fame and Fortune too, and the trilogy in paperback. Amazing that one of the big boys didn't leap at publishing a new novel by a writer of Raphael's stature. But that's exactly the sort of thing Adam Morris is bitter about: the decline of literary London, the ghastly superficiality of the whole film and media world and its headlong descent to the lowest common denominator."

"Or lower. Sounds as if that K is further off than ever."