I was very upset to hear about the death of Felix Dennis. He was always kind and open with me and even sent me a book of his poetry once, with a rather lovely personal note attached too. I was devastated when tea was spilt on the book but (hope) I still have his personal note somewhere. Felix Dennis was a great man. He built up a publishing business that is one of the most successful in the country and made an insane amount of money. Hundreds of millions of pounds, but stayed true to himself. He has left £500 million to his forest, proving his social conscious to the end. He had spent the past decade planting it.
Felix died yesterday at the age of 67 after a two-year battle with throat cancer. He was surrounded by loved ones at the time.
He led a very interesting life which included a jail term for “conspiring to corrupt public morals” during the famous 1971 Oz trial and overcame a crack addiction.
Yesterday was a sad day for the publishing industry and I wish his family all the best.