I did not know before reading L.C. Tyler´s debut that he has lived in Denmark. He has, and he certainly remembers a thing or two.
In Tyler´s debut Elsie Thirkettle, the rather special literary agent, claims: “Danish sales won´t bring in much money. Scarcely worth my time to set the deal up. But they seem to think that that gloomy, brooding sod Fairfax will appeal to the Nordic reader.”
And the author Ethelred Tressider answers: “I wonder what they will call it in Danish,” … “Hr Fairfax´ fornemmelser for Datoer, possibly.”
Did you get the joke?