We were at the dermatologist to assess the damage from a largely unscreened lifetime when our dermatologist jumped straight into Serious Book Talk, something that our other doctors feel free to do, never noticing or caring that we do not bill them for our professional literary assessments. The dermo was in a swivet about the bizarre casting of squeaky-voiced small but perfectly formed filmstar Tom Cruise as author Lee Child’s six foot six two hundred fifty pound defender of oppressed small Midwestern towns Jack Reacher. The doc, a thriller fan, had, like us, read all of the Childs. We said we were seriously concerned. The dermo said he had been in a cinema with about twelve other slackers when the trailer for the Reacher film came on. When he realized what Hollywood had done he let out an audible groan that was seconded by an even louder and more anguished moan from several rows back. Mr Child seems not to be distressed, but we don’t trust his judgments. He will blurb anyone who hands in a manuscript.