Well here’s a thing. Amazon, in all its algorithmic wisdom, sends
me a reading suggesting:
Yes, I suppose that if I were looking for
something in their Travel and Holiday Books store, then I just possibly might
be interested in buying a copy of my own book, The
Lost Art of Walking. Then again, I
could perhaps just walk across the yard to the shed of shame (per Michael Moorcock) and pick out a copy so I could
re-read it “placidly, a quiet smile
playing about my lips” (per S.J. Perelman)
.
Or not.
