where the tangent is the architecture
I'm an independent bookseller, so please forgive me if I chatter about books. They're almost all I have.
Tom Bissell, from his 2003 essay for The Believer, anthologized and published in the book Magic Hours out this April and available here. The essay is much larger and better than this very good paragraph, and has had me making sort-of-exclamatory noises through my nose. But this passage in particular is a good summation of one of the sharper sorrows inherent in my job.
The entire essay also speaks directly, if accidentally, to some of the furor about access that occasionally bubbles up in tumblr poetry spheres.
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