Ironically, better than the Sex Show. Been looking for good reading material lately. The difficulty is my genres of choice these days focus on the esoteric, the hermetic, the chaotic. I want the content, to be sure, but the style is killing me. Bryce says that information is information, the medium is irrelevent.
Pure data has no passion, no color.
Sometimes, its not the information in a book, but the voice that carries it. That's where the artistry lies. Alberto Manguel, that bibliophile after my heart, is fabulous, not because of his far-reaching research and the associations he conjures, but because of the life he breathes into words about words. Content is a still-life without that artistry. Somehow, those are the wings I always bypass in the gallery.