My last post before today was about the bastardisation of ‘highstreet’ book shops, by means of the removal of all the books!!
Last Friday something happened which in many ways is much worse.
They closed Greene’s.
It would be a bit wrong of me to rant at length now, because if I wanted to do that last Friday would have been the time - or perhaps a month previous, or earlier again in a desperate attempt to develop some sort of hell-no-you-don’t campaign to chain myself across the doorway and keep the nasty book-killers out.
So I won’t rant.
But I will say this. It makes me truly sad that they would do this. It makes me want to cry a little, and it makes me wonder if we’ve already gone too far.
As my dad pointed out, if they tried to close Shakespeare & Company on Friday, there would be uproar. In fact, nobody would let it happen. There really would be people chaining themselves to the door.
But from what I can tell nobody did much of that on friday. Nobody did much of anything. Well, a pack of crooks were told it was all grand, we forgive them, and we’d love them to do it all over again. But nobody saved Greene’s.
Friday was a very, very bad day for Ireland.
