During my latest absence Duncan Fallowell posted a movie on YouTube, all about his library. If you love Come Dine With Me and the latest Hello! incursion into a celebrity's home, but prefer a literary flavour to your vulgar curiosity, then this is for you: pour yourself a glass of wine, sit back and wander free through Duncan's mountain ranges of books (his 'whiffs of other worlds'). He is a marvellous guide.
Do writers have to be odd? Is there a God? What's invaded his bedroom? And has he ever boiled a lobster in his lobster pot?, now entombed by books. Which ancient civilisation was the most adult? 'Open a book and you're opening a door... they [books] are an expression of freedom.' I like his agnostic thoughts (mystery must be our salvation) and his reflections on the nature of respect. His best, most thoughtful film yet.