That’s “Thompson,” with a P, for those of you using your online library catalog to request. (Wait-listed: I’m #4.)
I never need a break from Neil Postman, although if I did, there’s Clive Cussler.
Taxie-babe, you are going to LOVE this book, even if I don’t know how to spell its fine author’s name. I was too damn lazy to walk over to the bookcase. Please keep me updated about this. There is a modern British tv version of this which you may enjoy. I didn’t because I had seen the amazing National Theatre production of this book back in the 1970s. It’s the reason I sought out the book.