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Cognitive dissonance
Oct. 21st, 2009 07:47 pmFriends, Romans, fellow citizens:
We all here know the name of John Norman. We all, indeed, know what he is famous - or rather, infamous - for writing. Well does the internet know the name of Gor, and those parts of it I respect most recoil from it in a combination of disgust and hysterical laughter.
Thus, my consternation upon walking into Waterstones today. Not one Norman book alone did I see. Not two.
Behold, I saw an entire shelf of Gor, numbering books one to twenty-seven.
Some of them were there in multiple copies.
O internets, great was my dismay. This Waterstones must now hold a name of great shame. What bookshop of repute could possibly stock John Norman in great volume and neglect to stock so many more less odious authors?
It has damned itself in my eyes. Never more will I enter into Waterstones on Dawson St.; no, not even in the greatest need.
At least the other bookshop (the best bookshop) still serves my every need as a customer, while not insulting my genre or my intelligence or my person by putting John Norman in the same section as Ursula K. LeGuin and Octavia Butler.
(And unlike some people, they don't make funny faces when I walk in to order books. Take that, Waterstones.)
We all here know the name of John Norman. We all, indeed, know what he is famous - or rather, infamous - for writing. Well does the internet know the name of Gor, and those parts of it I respect most recoil from it in a combination of disgust and hysterical laughter.
Thus, my consternation upon walking into Waterstones today. Not one Norman book alone did I see. Not two.
Behold, I saw an entire shelf of Gor, numbering books one to twenty-seven.
Some of them were there in multiple copies.
O internets, great was my dismay. This Waterstones must now hold a name of great shame. What bookshop of repute could possibly stock John Norman in great volume and neglect to stock so many more less odious authors?
It has damned itself in my eyes. Never more will I enter into Waterstones on Dawson St.; no, not even in the greatest need.
At least the other bookshop (the best bookshop) still serves my every need as a customer, while not insulting my genre or my intelligence or my person by putting John Norman in the same section as Ursula K. LeGuin and Octavia Butler.
(And unlike some people, they don't make funny faces when I walk in to order books. Take that, Waterstones.)
