I was checking out some classics from the local library the other day. The librarian paused over Faulkner's "As I Lay Dying" and said: "You know, I tried to read Faulkner last year...and I had the hardest time liking it. And I finally figured out what the problem was...*pause*...I just didn't ENJOY it very much."
This scintillating literary critique is brought to you by: the letter "G," and the number "Hot damn, we're in trouble if even our librarians are retarded." Geez. Libraries are supposed to be the last stronghold of the life worth living; even if most schools, and, indeed, most institutes of higher learning feed their students on pablum and dissimulation, any eighteen year old can still walk to the library and check out Plato's "Republic." If the keepers of the tomes, the forgotten heroes wit' da horn rimmed glasses, in other words, your friendly local librarians, are starting to recommend that they read "Chicken Soup for the College Student's Soul" instead, we are truly screwed.
3 Comments:
I agree, the Denver Library has turned into a mixture of an internet cafe, a blockbuster video, and a homeless shelter. You have to go to the third floor just to find the damn books. And gone are the days when libraries where quiet. On the other hand one day I was sitting in a library and two librarians (both young haspanic males) where talking about Rousseau, so there still is some hope.
All the classics are available on the internet for free anyway. Libraries are going the way of snail mail. BTW, As I lay dying is bizarre. Please explain any merit in it.
Gee, with all of the Internet out there it seems like you can research yourself the merit in the novel.
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