"This is about the life of the book – and the future of the defiant craft of the illustrator and his pencil, "the hand of the artist", as Selznick puts it, in a computer age, and of materiality in a time of virtuality."
By sheer coincidence, the book you picked out yesterday was Tinkers by Paul Harding. It was either that or Esmeralda (D.D.)...too expensive by far, or Savage Detectives (no time to read). So, given M. Robinson's endorsement, it had to be this (only later did you realize he was her student and the cynicism started creeping in). Anyway, the reviews for Bolano were worse: this shows that literature is still alive...blah, blah. Don't care if it is, really. Or if it is dead. The voice of the American Salesman. Oh well, guess it can't be avoided and so go along with it.
Let's see.
And maybe the singing detective, not savage?
To turn back the time. Now, there's a skill for you.
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