There’s something really irritating about discovering that books you
love are out of print. Even though used bookstores, and sites like Abebooks, Alibris and Powell’s
have made it pretty easy to find them, it sucks that the publishing
industry has given up on some great work from some great authors, while
books like M is for Murder and N is for No, Seriously, Murder and O is for Oh My God Someone Just Got Murdered
are readily available at every chain bookstore in the land. You might
say that there’s a good economic reason for this, to which I respond: I failed economics, bitches. So take that!
Here is the link.
Looks like Jessa Crispin failed too.
This reminds me of Antonia Fraser’s assertion, in her biography of Cromwell, that the execution of Charles I “may have been necessary, but it certainly was not right.” Huh? How could something that is truly necessary not be right? Does she mean it wasn’t “nice”?
The Clayton Moore article on Ian Fleming’s Bond novels is great, too.
http://www.bookslut.com/mystery_strumpet/2006_07_009348.php
My favourite line:
“Enjoying Bond is like enjoying Sinatra; your toes might tap but in the back of your mind you realize someone, somewhere, is going to get their legs broken.”
I had never read that site until today. Thanks for the pointer.
check out the Center for Book Culture (www.centerforbookculture.org) a literature nonprofit whose mission is to take exceptional out-of-print books and put them back in print. Forever.
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