Perhaps the solution to arrogance and selfishness is to spread the word that books are running out. Let’s do it with toilet paper, as with sunflower oil, milk or gasoline. Let’s empty the shelves of the bookstores, form queues screaming in front of libraries with our high cards, load whatever the first volume we find into supermarket carts. we can loot Good luck and take our favorite writers home as a trophy to enjoy in secret. Or maybe we’ll only find disposable readings on the cans, as if we loved whole milk and the skim milk supply was gone because someone else wouldn’t take it and store it in garages or warehouses. could provide half of the third world.
If we believed in a literary famine, we would invent other readings about the books we have in our house, as we do with the flour that fills our shelves during quarantine. We would discover new ways of reading, just as we learned how to make bread or biscuits to get rid of the excess of our insane consumption. Just like there are thousands of copies of electronic books that we can never read because we are mortal and our time is limited, we can equip our home with paper copies, encyclopedias, collections… , like paper hygiene that we will feel lacking in the first days of the pandemic.
Perhaps we should have read any of the books that were looted under threat. an approaching famine In short, we would be less naive, less easily fooled, less stupid. Perhaps he is better prepared to have a real scarcity, not to share and hoard, to keep locked and locked items that we would never have bought if we didn’t believe the rumors of being lost. paper book It has been threatened with death for decades. It will never be true. Let’s store books, read, share what we read. Maybe then we can go back to those quarantine days when quarantine triggered solidarity and we hoped we would be much better. It looks like fiction now, but then it was real. Maybe trying again isn’t that hard.