Anti-inflammatory remarks
Every five minutes, someone else announces the death of books. It hasn't happened in the past thousand years, though, so I'm not that worried.
(Also, is Samuel Beckett's portrait at the top of this article meant to suggest something about what we cultural ingrates should be reading? Waiting for the renaissance of humourless, progressive modern drama is like waiting for... nah. Never mind. Too easy.)
1 comment:
Yes, the Booker shortlist isn't selling. Maybe if they chose books actually worth reading that would change.
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