The Guardian’s John Crace, who writes the paper’s “Digested read” column, sits down with the new book by that Brown guy after it’s dropped off by a messenger who’s been followed:

I grabbed the book. “Sign here,” he commanded. Instead I drew a hand, the Hand of Mysteries. The courier stepped back, his face blanched with fear. “So y-y-you’re…” he stammered. “Yes,” I replied. The race against narcolepsy had begun.