I was in the Oxford W.H.Smith’s just now, and among the books upstairs they had two full shelves ((I.e. two bays of five shelves, each about 4 ft. wide.)) devoted to “Tragic life stories”. Accounts of abused childhood, “white slavery”, honour crimes, prostitution, life with medical or psychiatric conditions (including anorexia and self-mutilation), drugs, and kidnapping. And that’s just a sample: I found it too depressing to look any further. There was more space devoted to this subject than religion (good, I guess), science (bad, but not surprising) or football (truly bizarre).