I admit, it is possible my most-recent challenging-short-story reading theme was supplanted by epic fantasy novels this week due to a need to hide after the world went pear-shaped Monday.
Or maybe it was because I finally got around to reading a piece
a twit wrote for The New York Times asserting no women are really invested in the fantasy genre (thanks
@peregrienne) and, not to be outdone with gender-specific idiocy, the not-even sophomoric 'response' published by the 'Celebrity, sex, fashion for women'-folks
at Jezebel.
Or, it could have been because I was, actually, hiding from the world (aka plotting a coup), inspiration on battling evil forces was required and I had a copy of
The Gathering Storm
gathering dust on my shelves. [More on
The Wheel of Time
silliness, later]
All this to say, when I went to see if C.J. Sansom had another
Shardlake book
out - for apres-yoga reading this weekend - I found Vintage Canada had failed. Epically.
Or, as the chap at
Perfect Books (
@perfectbooksott) said it, 'They are on cheap crack.'
The publisher has decided to change its binding to cheap flimsy stuff. Previous versions had textured covers, thick, creamy paper with deep black ink — an apocryphal nod to the period of the novels, one thought.
Now, the books are shiny, crass and inevitably disposable. This is not how one competes in the world of Kindles.
Badly done,
Vintage Canada.