Complaining

I read through my last several blog posts and a lot of them are whiny and lamenting. Seems when I want to complain, I come to the blog. Poor blog. I know some others with blogs and they appear to have settled on themes. One is giving travel advice. The other is posting hiking and gardening photos. My concept of random thoughts on everything and nothing has become too random in this world where marketing is supreme. I need to FOCUS so it’s clear what my brand is. I can tell you, my brand is having no brand. I do most of my writing on a private site where I can work on it and make it better. This is left for tidbits like this that arise after going online to the library and trying to find something, anything to read that isn’t just drivel. In a world where laissez faire capitalism is so normalized that the population refuses to rebel against it, we are left with dregs, and the book world is no different. There is too much bad content and I’m adding to it.

Cue the overwrought bass…

3 thoughts on “Complaining

    • Her website says, “The purity and beauty of Cynthia Shearer’s writing—like the purity of music that exists within this story, an imagined soundtrack of more than thirty songs—marks The Celestial Jukebox as that most rare book, a novel as historically expansive as it is intimate, filled with music, wisdom, and spontaneous joy.” So maybe…?

  1. My wife & I liked it. Her previous book had been ‘Literary’, kind of dismal. (We tried it because we’d liked this one so much, oh well.) Here, she put in a good assortment of people in the sort of small town you’d expect to be awful, and some of them did do some serious harm — but most of the the time they were good to each other!

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