Eugene David ...The One-Minute Pundit |
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Friday, September 23, 2005
Now that THE GODDESS is back to waving her lucky finger and anointing critically-acclaimed unreadable tearjerkers, the hash-sloppers in the book biz are giddy with joy. Methinks they may be a little too giddy. I'd bet Her Holiness will probably not increase book sales, and if so only at the margins. Consider these alleged best sellers. Only a handful sold more than a million copies, and they were the usual gang of idiocies. The question which Her Holiness left unanswered is, why should I buy a novel? What could compel ME to slog through four hundred pages just so I can feel better? We forget that too much of book buying is a WOMAN THING, and that inevitably slants our culture away from pointed and biting and memorable stuff toward the simpering and the slosh. Perhaps if THE SENIOR CLUNKER BROTHER'S MARKETING DEPARTMENT gave ME a "FREE" CAR I might trudge through what is called fiction. I certainly wouldn't do it voluntarily.
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