There's a very enjoyable article in the Bookdealer by 'Fashion Victim.' I like his style. He is grumbling about the ratio of Mills and Boone to hardback copies of Virginia Woolf or first editions of Hemingway in his local Sally Army charity shop. Then he goes on to tell of a friend living in Canada who makes £750 a week by importing M&B and selling them to a dealer who can't get enough of them. This leads to musings about snobbism in the book world, the onus on us to educate, maybe by sitting Virginia next to Catharine Cookson in the window in the hope she might be accidentally bought, enjoyed and and espoused by the common reader. In the context of the Amazon world I inhabit it's a quaintly old fashioned few columns of flow of consciousness from someone who must deal mainly in fine literature. He can never have plumbed the depths of the Amazon sellers' board to meet the megalisting denizens of the warehouse worlds and the 'small sellers' who congratulate each other on achieving PPI status, or exchange anxieties about the potential structural problems caused by having 6000 books crowded into a third floor flat. True we won't be stockpiling Mills and Boone or Readers Digest condensed (even we have our standards) but there are plenty of writers published elsewhere who are equally low grade Eng. lit. selling at a penny, but which sold in large enough quantities with PPI and Amazon postage allowance can mount up to a decent income.
There's room for all business models in this world.
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