Real Readers are going the Way of the Dodo

For days now I did not update the blog. Why? Who cares what I write. I have been to a few book shows lately and been appalled by people's book choices--if they chose books at all. Many chose to buy the gadgets sold at these events and gave the books a wide berth. And what has been chosen to be read can make one weep. Perhaps our time is so tumultuous, unstable, uncivilized and fraught with anxiety that the public must addle their minds with fantasies, supersized horrors and spicy perversion. I for one have found more enjoyment in the essays of WSJ and their book reports than in the books themselves. And with that poor plaint I shall quit.