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I suppose that when I ran a link to the NYMag article on “the death of book publishing,” I should’ve made it part of my F*** You, You Whining F*** series. I failed you, dear readers.
Fortunately, Kassia Kroszer is out there as my F*** You Backstop with a good post that bashes the living crap out of that article and its synecdochal contention that “literary fiction” is book publishing. Thanks, KK!
If Slate‘s business/finance site, The Big Money, is going to run inane articles like this one that calls for TV and movies to receive ratings about product placement, then let’s hope it dies a swift and quiet death:
In contrast with the late ’60s, our period is one of inexhaustible consumption and materialism, and the collapse of personality and aspirations into a culture of brands and logos. We are bankrupt and filling our seas with plastic. Yet we have no method by which to regulate-or even measure-the hidden ads the fill all of our many screens.
And speaking of “if only things were more like the late ’60s” . . .
Update: RR’s policy suggestions are unsafe at any speed.
