One More for Bexar Biblio Tech, I checked a book in, left a comment card, or filled out a “We value your opinion” form, and I got what looked like a form letter from the head librarian at the local, digital library.
Comments and complaints? Minor complaint about the software, it doesn’t scroll. Each digital page is a digital page. Love me my Apple iBooks, as those respond like digital ink ought to, I keep mine set on scroll.
The other, this isn’t a big deal, but the other complaint might be the lack of old, white guys (classical literature.) The usual stuff by Orwell, for example, but not his collected essays. Not much on Zen.
No Chris Moore or Tim Dorsey, for cryin’ out loud, and not much in terms of Shakespeare scholarship.
One more software complaint, can’t copy anything more than a single word out of the eTexts. Might be a library thing, too.
These are minor, very minor annoyances, and the overall experience is a solid pleasure. Very gratifying. Totally cool. Perhaps, one of the more remarkable — and more modern — assets in Bexar County.
I keep telling everyone who will listen, they should check it out.
They should have some of my books, but we know how that goes.
San Antonio is very lucky to have such a valuable –online– resource.
God Bless the Library:
Tom Robbins always infuriated me, I mean, as an author, I’ve always loved his lyrical, fantastical prose, poetry, in long form. Dancing around the words, and often as not, with no deep meaning — hence my frustration. As an undergraduate, it was sawing my way through Woodpecker, Jitterbug Perfume, Skinny Legs, and Cowgirls, which all brings up Tibetan Peach Pie.
Narrative that was damn near intoxicating it was so pretty, and then?
Always left me feeling shorted on the “deeper meaning,” the metaphorical message.
Tibetan Peach Pie roped me I from the introduction, onward through the fog.