e publishing
It’s called a Kindle because it’s the next best thing to burning books! Centuries of traditional type and publishing have given us everything from the Bible to Penguins – the books, not the bird or the biscuit. Ten minutes with electronic publishing has given us fifty fucking shades of fucking grey and fucking fan-fucking-fic. Time was when you wanted to read filth discreetly you wrapped a copy of the Times around your Razzle and the only thing fans produced were scary shrines and purple-printed fanzines advertised for sale in the back of the NME.
And what of the second-hand bookshop? These are among the greatest places on Earth, what will happen to them without any second-hand books? And what about the smell, slightly musty, slightly academic, wholly bookish? What about the proprietors of these magical places? Do you know how hard it is to find a job in retail that enables you to open and close when you want to and to wear carpet slippers on the job? And what about their smell, slightly musty, slightly academic, wholly bookish? Do you know why so many wannabe writers complain that they could paper their walls with rejection letters from publishers? I’ll give you a clue, it’s not because editors, agents and publishers are all sadists. Time was when self publishing was rightly described as vanity publishing and was the only way the otherwise unprintable memoirs of retired men with forthright views about foreigners saw the light of day. Now, any idiot with an iPad and a few hours to waste can publish their ‘original’ moody bloody vampire novella.
As for digital magazine downloads, what a shocking idea. Every edition of the ‘People’s Friend’ had a free rain-hood stuck to the front cover. Try giving away free essential old-lady apparel as a digital bloody download.
And what of the second-hand bookshop? These are among the greatest places on Earth, what will happen to them without any second-hand books? And what about the smell, slightly musty, slightly academic, wholly bookish? What about the proprietors of these magical places? Do you know how hard it is to find a job in retail that enables you to open and close when you want to and to wear carpet slippers on the job? And what about their smell, slightly musty, slightly academic, wholly bookish? Do you know why so many wannabe writers complain that they could paper their walls with rejection letters from publishers? I’ll give you a clue, it’s not because editors, agents and publishers are all sadists. Time was when self publishing was rightly described as vanity publishing and was the only way the otherwise unprintable memoirs of retired men with forthright views about foreigners saw the light of day. Now, any idiot with an iPad and a few hours to waste can publish their ‘original’ moody bloody vampire novella.
As for digital magazine downloads, what a shocking idea. Every edition of the ‘People’s Friend’ had a free rain-hood stuck to the front cover. Try giving away free essential old-lady apparel as a digital bloody download.
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