The Prince of Soho

Soho pays tribute tomorrow at 1pm to Bernie Katz, otherwise known as the Prince of Soho.

One of Quartet’s famous authors, he will be missed dearly by so many people who knew him well. Our condolences to his family and all his friends.

Naim Attallah

Chairman of Quartet Books.



I am on sabbatical until 26th September; the blog will resume then.


Angela Merkel is without doubt the most effective leader in Europe. A woman who came from East Germany, emanating so to speak from nowhere in particular, rose to prominence in a low key fashion to become the chancellor of a united Germany and to turn the country into the most prosperous in Europe. Her record in office is truly remarkable, as she now seeks a fourth term as chancellor in next month’s elections.


Germany achieved a near record budget surplus of Euro18.3 billion in the first half of 2017 according to government figures released last Friday. The timing of the figures could not be better for her at this crucial time as they are likely to boost her chances to win again the confidence of the German people, to lead them as usual with what one calls ‘a safe pair of hands’.

What better omen could she have expected? The surplus is the second largest recorded since reunification in 1990. It recorded an even bigger surplus of Euro28.8 billion in the second half of 2000, but that was boosted by a windfall from the sale of mobile phone licences. By contrast, the surplus for the first half of 2017 was fuelled by higher tax revenues than expected, as the German economy continued to perform strongly. Unemployment fell to 3.8% in June, when measured by the same International Labour Organization criteria, used in the UK. High government spending on housing and integration for more than one million asylum seekers arriving in Germany since 2015 is also believed to have driven the strong figures.

Germany’s economic resurgence after the Second World War is a lesson for us all. And Mrs Merkel is a shining example to other politicians worldwide how restrained politics can work miracles.

If only Donald Trump were to follow her example, keep his mouth shut, refrain from voicing his vocabulary of platitudes through the internet and behave in a manner worthy of his office then the world would be a better place to confront the kind of political turmoil that has become rampant in most part of our universe.

Is it an impossible dream or am I hallucinating? The omens are frightfully incandescent.


I’ve just received an invitation to a drinks party at the Mail on Sunday to celebrate the retirement of Marilyn Warnick, the paper’s book editor who has handled all their serial rights for over 18 years. She and I go back a long, long way and once she was the manager of Quartet’s American operation, with an office in New York’s garment district and with my frequent trips over to oversee the Asprey store in the Trump Tower, we spent a lot of time together and had many adventures. One must suffice…


Quartet’s New York office was beginning to publish more titles specifically for the US market and Marilyn was more and more on the watch for likely books emanating from local contributors. Her most recent discovery was the photographer Robert Mapplethorpe, who was attracting attention not only for his outstanding talent but also because of some of the subjects he chose to photograph. He was already revered and loathed in equal measure. Everyone agreed, however, that with his unique but disturbing style he ranked among the best photographers of his generation. He pushed degeneracy to extremes and stretched the boundaries of homoerotic imagery to a level of debauchery that was wilfully shocking and unashamedly revolting.

Marilyn took me to meet Mapplethorpe in his studio cum apartment in the Bowery. With Quartet having become internationally known for publishing plush photographic books, we both had it in mind that he could be a natural addition to the list. We found him oddly dressed in leather gear, with such fetishistic sex-aids as dildos, chains and whips strewn around his living area. The walls were covered with amazing photographs of young men and women in bizarre but powerful poses. The atmosphere was disturbing and I felt slightly uncomfortable until he led us into an adjoining room to show us some of his exquisite photographs of flowers. By these I was totally enchanted, affected by their beauty and the magic they seemed to generate. There was no doubting that they were masterworks and their creator a genius. I began to warm to him and to feel a growing optimism about the chances of landing him as a Quartet author. He said that he had photographed Rebecca Fraser – who he knew worked at Quartet – when she was in New York, and offered me a signed print. It has sat in my office ever since. Thus the meeting ended on a positive note as we agreed to think about the most suitable terms for a future collaboration.

After this first encounter I was feeling quite excited about having his name on the list of famous photographers we published. It would add to our prestige, especially in the United States. On my next trip to New York, a couple of months later, I went to see him in the Bowery again. His place was still as cluttered as before with sexual contraptions of every imaginable kind, some of them with sado-masochistic connotations. Again I felt distinctly uncomfortable and had to struggle to maintain an appearance of relaxed unconcern. Robert was as outrageously dressed as usual, all in black leather, and although he lacked a whip he seemed as threatening as if he had one. We exchanged pleasantries and then went straight to the heart of the matter. He would not mind being published by Quartet, he said, but he would have to insist on a large advance against royalties and total editorial control over what appeared in the book. The size of the advance he specified would have been difficult for Quartet to raise, but not impossible; his second demand was another matter. Total control would have been unacceptable under any conditions. My instincts told me that his choice of photographs was likely to be so reprehensible as to make any collaboration between us impossible.

When he had to leave the room to take an urgent telephone call, I wandered into another room that he used to exhibit some of his latest work. There I was brought to a standstill by a series of photographs of fist-fucking so shocking that I experienced a surge of physical nausea. The graphic images were so horribly inhuman and alienating that surely they could only appeal to psychopathic personalities. I darted back to where I had been sitting when he went to answer the phone and tried to regain my composure. When he came back I said I would consider the terms he suggested and made my exit without further ado.

I never saw Robert Mapplethorpe again, nor did Quartet ever publish any book of his. He died of the ravages of AIDS a few years later and was hailed as the most accomplished photographer of his time. His fist-fucking photographs were exhibited in New York amid a barrage of controversy. Today there are collectors worldwide of his photographs, which sell at auction for great sums of money.

Marilyn told the Bookseller she intends to travel the Silk Road. I wish her ‘Happy Trails’ and less shocking encounters … God bless her.



Despite the sorrow we all feel at the death of the Groucho Club’s gatekeeper Bernie Katz, there has been a re-discovery and a flurry of sales for the book he wrote in 2008 about the lust, envy, pride and perversion of Soho’s party animals in his book Soho Society.


It’s not just that it has been mentioned in the avalanche of tweets and social media attention that erupted when the Groucho first tweeted the sad news. The world it describes and the vigour of its writing is as relevant today as when it was born nearly ten years ago. The same might be said of another Quartet celebration of the zeitgeist which I noticed can still be bought from Richard Young’s shop just off Kensington High Street.

November 1981 saw our publication of By Invitation Only, a softcover book in which Richard Young’s lens and Christopher Wilson’s pen recorded the famous, the glamorous, the ambitious, the tasteless and the shallow as they socially revered, engineered and mountaineered their way amid the party set of the day. In its pages could be found the chic and cheerful of café society hard at their occupation. The tools of their trade were a champagne glass and a black bow tie; their place of work could be anywhere within the gilded environs of Mayfair. Their only task was to have fun; their only ambition was to come by as many different pasteboard passports to pleasure as possible – each one engraved ‘By invitation only’. Peter Langan, the infamous owner of Langan’s Restaurant in Stratton Street, wrote in his foreword to the book, which he had scribbled on the back of David Hockney’s menu:

God alone knows why I should introduce you to this book. The people in it veer between the awesome and the awful. Wilson and Young who wrote it and took the pictures are the only two people who can grease their way through a door without opening it. Café society will suffer as a result of its publication. They’ll all buy it, and they’ll all condemn it. They’ll also want to take a quick peek at the index to see whether they’re in it. I don’t want discarded copies cluttering up my restaurant after they’ve finished reading it for the 297th time, so I beg you to take it home with you, put it out on your coffee table, and remind yourselves not to be so silly as to want to take part in the high life. They’re a lovely lot but sometimes they give you the skids, you know.


The cover of the book featured a dazed looking Lord Montagu clutching a glass with both hands and a cigar between his fingers. The inside cover flap stated that:

such is the paradox of café society that many of its components who appear in these pages would, on the whole, prefer to be absent. Many others who have been excluded would prefer to be included in. It must be made clear that some of the more arcane practices described herein apply to the latter grouping and not the former.

The illustration on the back cover showed Peter Langan in a total state of inebriation face down on the floor of his own restaurant. Appropriately enough it was at the restaurant that the book launch was held. On the night, a party for two hundred and fifty people turned into a bash for five hundred of ‘London’s most diligent freeloaders,’ or so reported the Daily Mail.

London’s freeloaders and its most upright citizens all must mourn the passing of characters like Peter Langan and Bernie Katz. I’m just proud to have published books by and about them.


Theresa May’s fumbling are becoming a feature of her rickety rule as Prime Minister. Hardly a day passes by when she does not utter an unexpected turn of phrase, which, as many see it, merely serves to weaken her position: the leader of a shambolic Conservative party, divided at its very core, with the majority of its members welcoming her replacement as leader. Yet she still harbours the thought of not only remaining prime minister for her present term, but claims to lead her party to the next general election in 2022. The arrogance of it all is beyond belief.


She lost the Tory majority of her predecessor whose main gamble was to call for a referendum which failed to consolidate his position, but at least he had the grace to resign. What should we now ask? Are her credentials for the job she now holds enough to see her though? As Home Secretary, she almost disbanded the police’s capacity to give us the safety we need by brutally reducing their numbers and look what’s happened since. London has become a frightful target for ISIS, some of whose atrocities might have been avoided and the rise in moped crimes – a new phenomenon – terrorises peaceful citizens in their streets.

On top of it all, Brexit is now not going our way and the Pound is on the verge of being on par with the Euro. The omens – despite the propagandist right-wing papers claiming a delusionary thrust – do not add up to describing the real situation.

Mrs May, and the public at large, should stop hibernating, wake up to the enormity and seriousness of the Brexit complexities and stop tinkering with what second-class politicians lead them to believe. Britain must remain in the forefront of our thinking, and nothing else matters. To do otherwise would be a betrayal of our heritage.


It is odd that humans and mice have a lot in common. Their bodies seem to operate in such a way that, unfortunately for them, mice are often used as guinea pigs by scientists in order to discover medicines for the protection of humans. It is now possible that human embryos could one day be created in the lab using stem cells alone, following a major breakthrough. For the first time, pioneering scientists have created artificial mouse embryos without the need for sperm or egg cells.

The Cambridge University team used stem cells which were essentially ‘blanks’ which could transform into any type of cell in the body. Until now, scientists have not been able to make them grow into a complex structure, such as an embryo or a human organ. But by combining different kinds of cells, the researchers succeeded in making them ‘talk’ to each other, using chemical signals so they can develop into an embryo almost identical to one of a normal mouse. The team used two types of stem cells – embryonic, and trophoblast, which went on to create the placenta. They added a gel to act as a scaffold, holding the developing embryo in place.

Professor Magdalena Zernicka-Goedz, who co-led the research, said the scaffold was key to the breakthrough. She added: ‘We knew interactions between different types of stem cells are important for development, but the striking thing our work illustrates is that this is a real partnership. These cells truly guide each other. Without this partnership, the development of shape and form and the activity of key biological mechanisms doesn’t take place properly.’

The artificial embryo followed the same development pattern as a natural one created, using sperm and egg cells. It was 92% similar to a normal embryo. But the lab-grown embryo is unlikely to develop normaly if implanted in a womb because another type of stem cell would be needed to give it nourishment.
Professor Zemicka-Goedz said:

‘The breakthrough could help researchers learn why 2 in 3 human pregnancies fail in the early stages. Most human embryos used in stem cell research are donated after being left over from fertility treatments. The law only allows them to be used for research for 14 days after fertilization… We think it would possible to mimic a lot of the developmental events occurring before 14 days, using human embryonic and extra embryonic stem cells, using a similar approach to our technique using mouse stem cells. We are optimistic this will allow us to study key events of this critical stage of human development without having to work on embryos. Knowing how development normally occurs will allow us to understand why it goes wrong.’

Dr Andrew Chisholm of the Welcome Trust, which part funded the research, said: ‘In theory similar approaches could be used to explore human development shedding light on the role of the maternal environment in birth defects and health.’ Dr Dusko Ilic, a stem cell expert from Kings College London, described the research as ‘a masterpiece’.

On reflection, if the money that our government spends to bolster corrupt regimes abroad is used for research of this kind, most humans worldwide will ultimately profit in combatting birth defects, making them a thing of the past.