Me: Where would I find short stories by W. Somerset Maugham?Her: Can you spell that? I'll check in the computer.Me, blinking a bit: M-A-U-G-H-A-M.Her: And her first name?Me, just barely keeping my head off the counter: Him. Somerset. S-O-M-E-R-S-E-T.
Yes, indeed. Santa Fe's best indy bookstore has an employee who had evidently not heard of Maugham, one of the most famous and successful English writers of the 20th c., before the day I walked in.
Now, the store had plenty of Maugham in stock, including several of the major novels and a couple of volumes of short stories - no sign of The Letter in any, alas, though I did eventually find the libretto for the opera, over the in the Santa Fe Opera section.
But I was shocked to find, on the back of the Vintage edition of Cakes and Ale, the word "who's" used where "whose" was quite obviously intended.
O tempora! O mores!