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Tiger of the Stripe is a small, independent book publisher based in the Borough of Richmond upon Thames in southwest London. Richmond is an attractive and historically-interesting town. It was known as Sheen (Scēon in Old English) until Henry VII built a new palace here in about 1500 and renamed the town after Richmond in Yorkshire. In turn, it gave its name to Richmond, Virginia. We are fortunate to have both Richmond Park and the Royal Botanical Gardens, Kew, on our doorstep, and Hampton Court is also close. We are less fortunate to be near to Heathrow Airport.
Tiger of the Stripe is not a subsidy or vanity publisher. That is to say that we pay authors, not the other way around!
We love traditional bookshops and we hope that as many people as possible will buy our books through them. However, the plain fact is that we sell more through Amazon than we do through bookshops, our profits are larger on copies through Amazon and, quite frankly, we wouldn't survive without Amazon sales. With this in mind, we have set up a shop page here. Currently, there are pages for the UK, US, Canada, France, and Germany. We also have an Italian page, but, for technical reasons, it doesn't have a shopping basket. We hope to add Spain and Japan, possibly even China.
We should also mention that, if you order using our links to Amazon, we receive a minuscule payment.
I don’t just like my own publications, I like other people’s, so I thought we’d plug a few of them. I’ve just been reading a book called Elizabeth is Missing and I decided to start with three quite different books on memory.
Elizabeth is Missing is a remarkable first novel by Emma Healey. It tells the story of an oldish woman, Maud, who is worrying what has happened to her friend Elizabeth. What makes it very difficult is that Maud is suffering from dementia. To others she seems a bit dotty but the story is told from her point of view so we can see that she is thinking logically; it’s just that she can’t remember things, even things she has just been told. There is another mystery, one from her childhood, which she is also trying to solve. This book is warm, compassionate, perceptive and a rattling good yarn to boot.
The other two books I’d like to mention are both old favourites of mine. The first is Traitor’s Purse written by Margery Allingham who, in my view, was one of the two best crime writers of the twentieth century – the other being Dorothy L. Sayers. Published in 1941, it features her usual detective, Albert Campion. At the beginning of the book, he is on an urgent mission for the government but he has amnesia and he’s not even sure whose side he is on. The slow recovery of his memory and the solution of the case is brilliantly told. It is one of those books I reread every few years.
My third book is non-fiction, The Art of Memory by Frances A. Yates. Rather than a self-help book of the ‘improve your memory’ sort, this is a history of mnemonic techniques from the classical period to the seventeenth century. It is not exactly a light read, being quite academic, but it is fascinating. Time I reread it, I think, especially since I’ve forgotten most of it!