This week, the sad end of a former giant was chronicled in a Borders epilogue: ‘We were in perpetual crisis’; but this year hasn’t been as bad as all that for everyone – Summer’s Over—and the Kids’ Bookstores Are All Right, so good for them.
The Telegraph finally asked the real question that’s been on everyone’s mind regarding the Kindle, if by ‘everyone’ you mean ‘insufferably middle-class types with nothing better about which to complain’: Without bookshelves, how are we supposed to furnish a room?
In a move that could teach Amazon a thing or two about how to socialise reading, Goodreads Launches Book Recommendation Feature; whilst in a move that could teach publishers a thing or two about running marketing strategies by their authors before going to press, Novelist ditches publisher at book launch for ‘condescending’ treatment.
In an unusual victory for quiet dignity, articulate rage and authors over crass swag, an unearned sense of entitlement and rappers who think acting means concentrating really hard on not falling down, 50 Cent can’t call his cancer movie Things Fall Apart after all after Chinua Achebe – author of the classic novel of the same name – took legal action to make sure people don’t turn up at the multiplex expecting to see his work adapted for the screen, only to be faced with Fiddy P.I.M.P.-ing out the chemo ward.
Finally this week, PWxyz decided The Worst Book Ever is ‘Dildo Cay’. If you care to argue, please bear in mind that you will be arguing against a book named Dildo Cay.