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[Roxine Denison]

I still plan to host the Hugo Awards and fulfill all the rest of my toastmasterly duties for worldcon, and have started pre-recording some bits for the ceremony (a wise precaution, since I am hopeless with Zoom and Skype and like things), but that is a lot less time-consuming and distracting than flying to the other end of the world. In between tapings, I return to Westeros. Of late I have been visiting with Cersei, Asha, Tyrion, Ser Barristan, and Areo Hotah. I will be dropping back into Braavos next week. I have bad days, which get me down, and good days, which lift me up, but all in all I am pleased with the way things are doing.

I do wish they would go faster, of course. Way way back in 1999, when I was deep in the writing of A STORM OF SWORDS, I was averaging about 150 pages of manuscript a month. I fear I shall never recapture that pace again. Looking back, I am not sure how I did it then. A fever indeed.

Reading and Writing publishes high-quality scientific articles pertaining to the processes, acquisition, and loss of reading and writing skills. The journal fully represents the necessarily interdisciplinary nature of research in the field, focusing on the interaction among various disciplines, such as linguistics, information processing, neuropsychology, cognitive psychology, speech and hearing science and education.

Coverage in Reading and Writing includes models of reading, writing and spelling at all age levels; orthography and its relation to reading and writing; computer literacy; cross-cultural studies; and developmental and acquired disorders of reading and writing. It publishes research articles, critical reviews, theoretical papers, and case studies.

My partner is the most recent in a long line of booksellers who taught me not only how to write, but how to keep physical literature alive. I do not have a formal creative writing education, but I did loiter (and sometimes live) in bookshops across the Old World and the New.

In the years that followed, as I moved around and tried to make my way in the world, I found myself under the tutelage of more and more booksellers, not only receiving their book recommendations, but also by trying to read the humanist lines running between them.

All three of these booksellers gave our little magazine pride of place in their iconic shops, alongside other small, new, local projects. It was an act that taught me how highlighting your community, especially the next generations of writers and readers, can be just as important and just as profitable as serving your major publishers and distributors.

Most new bookshops are now also bars, or cafes, or community meeting places, or micro-theaters. New booksellers are now also bartenders, or artisan bread bakers, or grassroots organizers, or stage auteurs. Sometimes all four and more.

Natalie Magnusson, who owns Bokbar, a Nordic bookshop in Paris, has a growing Swedish bakery business, combining Nordic literature-in-translation with Nordic pastry-pairings for a growing number of Nordiphile Parisians.

To afford rising rents, bookshops are diversifying, some even beginning to publish books themselves, by writers from their community, published with their local customer-base in mind first and foremost.

The aforementioned Terry Craven, along with Desperate Literature co-owner Charlotte Delattre, has founded the highly successful Desperate Literature Short Story Prize, which has quickly become an international stalwart for literary career launching, deftly linking writers, agents, workshops and residencies, shining light on promising stories and promising writers, and creating a system outside the standard academic, MFA churn, one that guarantees an alternative entry point into the literary ecosystem.

In reflecting on the booksellers as educators, it makes sense that they may be tasked with additional roles as our publishers and our publicans, but more generally as bastions of community in the increasingly lonely, increasingly anxious, increasingly anonymous social space.

With narratives providing their livelihood, booksellers begin to see which narratives their customers need, the needs changing over time, the needs contingent on the last narrative their customer consumed, whether that be literary, political, social or otherwise. And booksellers are aware of a need to attract and please new readers (of any age) and younger readers and infant communities and difficult customers, to win over trust, to found more human loyalties.

Booksellers understand the importance of maintaining mystery, in not always being so clear, in refusing to answer every question, so that readers are allowed to retain agency in their discoveries, so that readers can narrate their own fate, so that reading can retain adventures of the mind, a type of adventure that, when trained correctly, spills more often from the page into the real world and makes life more livable.

So it comes as no surprise, to me then at least, that in these uncertain times, by earning their livelihood in direct contact with society-as-readership, with readership-as-unfulfilled-customer, booksellers are better attuned to championing the sort of stories their customers need, promoting those stories in ways their customers will be more responsive to, housing those stories in the type of physical spaces their customers are desperate for. And then, when the time for books is over, who better than a veteran of fact and fiction, fiction and nonfiction, truth and beauty, to pull our coffees and pour our pints and listen to our everyday problems.

However much we may enjoy book shops taking on a bigger role in our lives, in our era of burnout epidemics and urban exodus, I do find it irresponsible of us to require so much extra from our already overburdened booksellers. Whether or not our bookshops and booksellers can survive if they fail to diversify is a harder question for another day.

Unfortunately, cherry-picking this passage in this debate over the future of technology in society precisely illustrates the point that Plato (via his mouthpiece Socrates) was trying to make. Allow me to quote a few other choice passages from the same dialogue:

the writers of the present day, at whose feet you have sat, craftily conceal the nature of the soul which they know quite well. Nor, until they adopt our method of reading and writing, can we admit that they write by rules of art (271c)

I am a lover of knowledge, and the men who dwell in the city are my teachers, and not the trees or the country. Though, I do indeed believe that you have found a spell with which to draw me out of the city into the country, like a hungry cow before whom a bough or a bunch of fruit is waved. For only hold up before me in like manner a book, and you may lead me all round Attica, and over the wide world. (230d)

SOCRATES: Do you know how you can speak or act about rhetoric in a manner which will be acceptable to God?
PHAEDRUS: No, indeed. Do you?
SOCRATES: I have heard a tradition of the ancients, whether true or not they only know; although if we had found the truth ourselves, do you think that we should care much about the opinions of men?
PHAEDRUS: Your question needs no answer; but I wish that you would tell me what you say that you have heard. (274b-c)

a very simple person, and quite a stranger to the oracles of Thamus or Ammon, who should leave in writing or receive in writing any art under the idea that the written word would be intelligible or certain4; or who deemed that writing was at all better than knowledge and recollection of the same matters (275c-d)

writing is unfortunately like painting; for the creations of the painter have the attitude of life, and yet if you ask them a question they preserve a solemn silence. And the same may be said of speeches. You would imagine that they had intelligence, but if you want to know anything and put a question to one of them, the speaker always gives one unvarying answer. And when they have been once written down they are tumbled about anywhere among those who may or may not understand them, and know not to whom they should reply, to whom not: and, if they are maltreated or abused, they have no parent to protect them; and they cannot protect or defend themselves. (274d-e)

Andromeda, I apologize. I've reread your post and I agree with most of what you write. I was caught up in your description of the passage as "a debate about how the changing format of our texts will destroy the way we think". Fixed!

Sorry. I wrote my comment without reading the conclusion about new technologies. I see that comment as a profound misunderstanding of Plato. His idea about dialectic is not primarily about asking questions or finding the right level of talk. He is aiming for the heart, for real knowledge, foreboding the voice of Christ: I am the word. That is what he wants, as he says in The Republic: you dont have knowledge unless your body turns with your eye. No amount of modern technology will help you with that!

It was, quite literally, a third-grader's copy of the first chapter of Black Beauty itself (picture a swap-out of all the key names and details; the star horse was now burnished copper rather than black, and the human characters' names were changed, but words like dappled and meadow were laced prodigiously through this triumphant first chapter). I was hooked on Anna Sewell. She lived in my brain.

Black Beauty was one of many books that marked my childhood, took my breath away, and made me feel like a writer. I was breathing in language, story, word beauty, and the worlds of my passions for animals and landscapes and I was breathing my first baby steps into the world of language mastery and the joy of a perfectly chosen word (or colon!). I was very fortunate that my teacher Mrs. Kovacs recognized this, and I honor that to this day by sharing with teachers around the United States and the world that children's literature is a great teacher of writing, and more, how to love language and tell the stories that matter most to a child.

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