Not to belittle the fine disc jockeys of Berlin—of which there are indeed many, ensuring that the good wheat from the chaff are really, really quite good—but I found this side note by Gideon Lewis-Kraus from this month’s Harper’s cover story (a glorious outsider evisceration of the Frankfurt Book Fair) to be funny simply because it’s true. Nothing like some Berlin-centric snark.
Oscar’s international-brotherhood encomium is cut short by Jamie [Byng], who wouldn’t miss this dinner for the world and is again talking about Damien [Hirst]’s limited-edition, thousand-pound run of the cocaine book and how he, Jamie, handed a copy to the Queen one day, who accepted it with white gloves. Now Jamie is saying that before he was a publisher he was a DJ; this impresses somewhat less than do his other stories, since in Berlin, where I live, even the Turkish guys at the kebab stands moonlight as DJs. But Jamie used to DJ Canongate’s big Saturday-night closing party at the Fair.