If you are wondering what new perversion peddlers or “online solutions” to utterly manufactured problems have come up with, I have an update for you.
However, if you have a sensitive gag reflex, please abstain from reading further.
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a virtual book fair at my next conference. How does it differ from simply going to a publisher’s website?
Well, there is an app. And you have a virtual passport that you can stamp at each virtual booth. And then you see who gets more stamps. Like a game! A tad infantilizing but still. There will be prizes!
What it means to a book lover to be able to wander around among books, touching, looking, smelling, losing yourself in a sea of words as you move along, unfollowed and blissfully alone cannot be explained if you aren’t touched by a bibliophile’s strange yet beautiful madness. To degrade it with apps and games and virtual booths is barbaric. If we can’t have a book fair, that’s painful enough. There’s no need to insult our harmless yet powerful passion with this garbage.
And now please excuse me while I go and vomit.