Monday, September 3, 2012


I miss the independent book shops of Manhattan. 

Don't you? You should.

I realize: they're mainly in Brooklyn now. Also in New Paltz. 

From (Robert) Osborn's 1960 book The Vulgarians: A Satire in Words and Pictures on the Decline of Greatness and Rise of Mediocrity in America:

the seduction of America had begun . . . . . 

and a culture of foaming nonsense now engulfs us all with its banal, vitiated, cute, odorless, dainty, syrupy-voiced, breathy, bloodless



[courtesy Attic Books and Treasures, Mathias, W. Va.]

I read this and thought But he hasn't even been in New York City lately.

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