- 11 Apr 01
Billed as the publishing event of the century, Crossing The Threshold Of Hope by Pope John Paul has already netted its author an advance of $10 million and is currently topping bestseller lists the world over. LIAM FAY wades through this extra helping of papal bull and comes to the conclusion that His Holiness is now, certifiably, as crazy as a shithouse rat.
On the afternoon that Crossing The Threshold Of Hope by His Holiness John Paul II first went on sale in this country, I spent an hour hanging around Waterstones on Dawson Street.
It wasn’t that I was especially interested to see what kind of people were going to buy the book. Random House publishers paid a reported $10 million for the worldwide rights to the publication. It is to appear in a total of 20 editions in 36 countries. With projected world sales provisionally set at 20 million copies, I realised that it is going to appeal to a rather wide cross section of the planet’s populace so that the odds were that I’d probably clock a higher geek count if I hung around the Gardening section for sixty minutes.
No, the individuals I was keen to see were those who were rushing out to buy the book. The ones who wanted to be the first in their street, their factory, their high security cell block to own a copy. Men and women who couldn’t wait to get started on staining the volume’s elegant papal gold and white cover with their sweaty fingerprints. Surely, I told myself, if such folks exist then, verily, they are formidable bull goose loonies of our age.