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14/12/15 21:07![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
owlectomyMock Printz always makes me think I should go into marketing at a publishing company, particularly when Coworker said during the course of the discussion, "Emily could be telling you about a terrible book and she'd make you want to read it." (Aww!)
Okay, no, I know I'd be lousy at writing copy for the majority of books, because I'm only good at booktalking books when I actually get enthused about them. When I read books I dislike I can go on about them to an annoying extent. But then sometimes it's OMG M.T. Anderson talking about art and propaganda and truth and freedom and this story about the poet who's freezing to death on the street and she hears her own poetry on the Radio Leningrad loudspeaker and she manages to get to her feet, and I just want to clap my hands and say "Shostakovich" (and I brought my own theme music, of course!)
And I go on about them to an even more annoying extent.
Anyway, "Symphony for the City of the Dead." Hashtag gutted, as my coworker put it.
Okay, no, I know I'd be lousy at writing copy for the majority of books, because I'm only good at booktalking books when I actually get enthused about them. When I read books I dislike I can go on about them to an annoying extent. But then sometimes it's OMG M.T. Anderson talking about art and propaganda and truth and freedom and this story about the poet who's freezing to death on the street and she hears her own poetry on the Radio Leningrad loudspeaker and she manages to get to her feet, and I just want to clap my hands and say "Shostakovich" (and I brought my own theme music, of course!)
And I go on about them to an even more annoying extent.
Anyway, "Symphony for the City of the Dead." Hashtag gutted, as my coworker put it.