All good things must come to an end, even books. What happens when that end disappoints?
You've experienced it before. The book. The hype. Maybe it even becomes a movie. And then, for some reason, the meteoric rise of a novel has a Milli Vanilli level fall. (You 90s people know what I mean.)
I took a children's literature class in college. It was a bit of a departure from my typical Shakespeare and Russian literature type subject matter. I chose it as a relief from some of those heavier texts and deep down I probably thought it would be easy.
Independent bookstores, like people, have their own personalities. That's why I prefer these stores to the cavernous and cold Barnes and Nobles of the world. Going to a new indie bookstore is like making a new friend. And I made two recently in Washington, DC.
I read an interesting comment recently about how many authors view Facebook as "too much work." My first response? That's absurd. Then I started to think about it. Compared to other social media options such as Twitter or Instagram, is it more work? Is Facebook worth the effort?
I'm currently reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by the recently deceased writer, Robert M. Pirsig. It's a mind-blowing philosophical journey exploring classical vs romantic understanding. And, of course, such a book has made me start thinking about my own bookish questions...
Fringe Fest, at its core, is a month-long whirlwind of experimental theater spanning comedy, drama, dance, music and art...and it's back in DC right now. I had to check it out.