The strange death of east London’s most radical bookshop

Clogged toilets, trade unions and Google researchers: this is the saga of the Scarlett Letters

The Londoner

> Since opening, the Scarlett Letters hadn’t made a month-by-month profit, but had been kept afloat by savings and a monthly donation of £10,000 from an anonymous “angel investor”.

Sounds like it wasn't so much a business as a piece of performance art.

I understand the dynamics of book stores and see how you could carry something like this for a long time with a not-crazy amount of money but what weirds me out are the people involved in the project who get mad at the "angel investors".