Thursday, December 04, 2008

They Paved Paradise ...

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 comments:

suzanne said...

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

rodney k said...

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.

konrad said...

Literature is not dead. It just smells funny.