That's the glorious.
The grim... Well, I'm one of those, you know, WRITER folks. Articles like this freeze my marrow.
I write. I like to think people READ. And here, in this magic cocoon, in the glory that is Wiscon-world, it's easy to believe that. Reading an article like that one on the Monday morning, the tail end of the convention, is a cold shower of a reality check - THIS is the world I'll be going back to tomorrow morning, the world where "less than half" American adults still read for pleasure.
THe idea of burning books makes me shudder. The idea of burning books because *nobody wants them* makes me weep. I see all those word ghosts wisp out of the bonfires, tiny smoke-translucent things, and my heart clenches within me.
Words are what I live by. Wiscon makes me believe anew. Book burning makes me afraid.
From the grim to the glorious, as always.