“…[W]ith book publishing in free fall and everyone trying to figure out how to fix it, maybe some of the larger NY houses can stop acquiring flash-in-the-pan projects that will only clog up shelves in sad used bookstores that people who like reading avoid, where cheap people buy birthday gifts on the way to the party, sitting in their cars erasing the price written in pencil inside the book.”
I just love that blog.
And the school library with no books but with a great coffeehouse? At a prep school? Splendid! Or is that “splenda” . . . “splenkiferous” . . . does this coffeepot have a dickshunnaree. . . .
Inscribed over the stacks at the Library of Alexandria (tradition teaches us) was the phrase, “The place of the cure of the soul.”
They got the library at Alexandria. (The barbarians torched it. That’s why we don’t have far more of the Greek plays and other ancient writings.) They’re not getting mine.
I’m also watching with interest as the retail book biz seems to be imploding. Perhaps soon we’ll have a new paradigm to beat with sticks. Wonder what kind of conga drum it will make? Babalu!