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July 26, 2004



ok, admittedly i'm the queen of all optimists. i eat sunny-side up eggs for breakfast, i put on my rose-colored shades, and battle the myrtle beach sun for the "cheeriest outlook" title. but that being said, i really don't think the sky is falling for a few reasons. one, and i'm not blowing smoke, mj, but you have a seriously devoted readership. it may be small, for now, but these people recognize quality. you've seen that blurb that made the rounds last week, i'm sure, about the wisdom of the crowd, right? ok, point one. point two, is that i suspect we've been publishing (grawp - don't kill me now) too many books lately. heresy for a putative wannabe, i know, but as a heretofore happy mere-reader, i can tell you with all honesty that there's been a goodly selection of crap out there, too. maybe, like the stock market of the 90's, we were due for a little bubble-bursting, in order to keep the market as a whole happily stable? finally - amazon resells - hrm. harder topic, but i do think that it's tempting to overstate the danger here. it's a limited market, and there will always be those who, like me, just adore that new book smell. frankly, i sell old crappy books because i buy too many new ones. this allows me to save precious bookshelf space for the stuff i really love, and more importantly, buy new stuff!

M.J. Rose

I don't want to say it - as an author I don't think I should - but I can agree with you, that there are alot of books out there that really aren't good. For a lot of reasons.

What was the blurb from last week?

And thanks so much about your optimism for my book.


last week's item, which can probably be seen still on cnn somewhere, was about a study that seemed to establish groups were smarter than conventional wisdom has heretofore given 'em credit for being.

meaning, i think, in my context, the majority of us are pretty up-with-books right now, so we must be right!

or you can look at your consistently top-marks reviews and say the same thing!

M.J. Rose

Thanks, such kind words and encouragement.


this is a marvellous place! glad that i have discovered your literary corner.

i'd buy some of those you recommended and read them over weekends!

cheers, hartley

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