Aladar nº 138
Hace 1 semana
... bookshop staff not knowing who you were. One day their eyes fell out of their heads with the excitement of seeing you. The next they didn't know you from a mere member of the non-book-buying public. 'Name', they'd say when you turned up to sign books. 'How do you spell that?'
What is happenning to Kundera? What is happening to Gore Vidal? 'That's V, i, d, a, l.'
Mailer was dead, Bellow was dead, Updike was dead. Was it having to spell their names in Borders that had killed them?
And now Borders itself was barely breathing.