This attack on basic liberty, which was allowed through without any significant protest, might mark the end not merely of smoking, but of literature.
Heroic Beryl Bainbridge keeps on smoking for England, but will there be any more writers in the years to come, following in her heroic steps?
Frankly, I think we’re all better off without emphysema and lung cancer, though I always enjoy a contrarian’s view. And nonsmokers are writing some terrific novels. What concerns me most about Wilson’s piece is his depiction of dying pub life. We’ve already lost the corner tavern in Chicago — must England lose its pubs, too?