Frankly, I don’t understand why people don’t read about books all the time. Some of the most important texts in my literary education have been written about books.
Are we who we are ipso facto, or do relationships with others and with institutions define our contours? Do we love our work inherently or just enjoy doing something? What if we don’t love it at all? Does it matter?
By definition, anarchists technically don’t believe in government, class, or money, and are acutely aware of any and all repression. In a country that sings the word “patriotic” like a top ten hit and whose only true faith is capitalism, their alienation is a given.
Common Good Books, like the best bookstores, is an art exhibit.