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.
hm. you mean where once there was literature and now there is not?
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ReplyDeleteYes. 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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