Is it true that there is an App for my iPhone which is capable of generating, in the manner of Ad-Libs, a passable novel capable of selling for $4.99 at the biggest online bookstore? It must be true. That book seller tries to get me to read these hollow weinies every month by conveniently offering free samples, like a drug dealer.
Have you read any of these titles? Do they have real authors?
Continue reading “The New Vanity Press”
When I was in High School an injury forced me to resign from PhysEd and accept service in the school library. I learned so much: how to load the date stamps clipped to the end of the pencils; how to carefully letter the spine of new books for entry into the collection; how to shelve books in strict dewey-decimal order; and which binding glue was the happiest. You know: all those skills needed to support a library in the 1940s.
Continue reading “The Fires of Ignorance”
Ah, the immortal words of Lili Von Shtupp. But it’s true: I’ve been dedicating half of my day to sleep, or at least to laying quietly in bed listening to Old Time Radio shows. The other half of the day is generally filled with books but there are also beaucoup de streaming stories to tempt me. I have noticed an internal regulator in my life that wavers between a low-grade panic when I’ve been ignoring my books and watching too much video and the opposite urge to take long breaks between novels and mainline a few episodes of the latest Netflix offering.
Continue reading “I’m Tired … So Tired”