This “flying books” installation in North Beach should make me feel happy; instead, it’s sad like those plaques in Silicon Valley that remind you there were once fruit groves where you’re standing, or the Ohlone memorial at the Emeryville Shellmound mall.
3 days ago
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hm. you mean where once there was literature and now there is not?
Hi Suzanne,
Yes. Though I was thinking about bankrupt bookstores, shrinking book review space in the Chronicle, the writer-hostile economics of San Francisco, and the half-century absence of literary activity in North Beach more than, you know, that thing my friends do.
Literature is not dead. It just smells funny.
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