If you get the Fall issue of
INKWELL and take the time to read my editorial, you'll hear me lament about the sorry state of literature in America in the 21st Century. In it I recounted a trip through Grand Central Station where, in an unnamed newsstand, I looked for the display of small press / literary journals. It had been there for years and during that time had included my magazine in the fine company of
Granta, Paris Review, Ploughshares, etc. Unfortunately times have changed. I don't know whether it's this never-ending recession or the changing tastes of this country's readers - probably both - but instead my favorite display now features
potato chips.
Yes dear reader. It's perfectly ok to be offended. And while we're at it, please note the picture above. This bookshelf in an unnamed mass bookseller's local store has been empty for at least a month or more. Why? Let's find out, shall we?
To be continued...
