Canadian Book Sales: Through The Looking-Glass

“The number of books sold in Canada rose six per cent in the last quarter of 2008 compared to the same period last year, while revenues rose two per cent, according to figures released Monday. … Last year, Canadian publishers were pressured to lower book prices to more closely match the U.S. sticker price when the Canadian dollar was trading at parity with the U.S. dollar. Sales are considered to have increased as a result of those lower prices.”

Poetry At The Inauguration: What Will It Say To Us?

“Poetry is the least flashy of art forms, and rarely gets to sit centre stage. However, tomorrow … Elizabeth Alexander, a professor of African-American studies at Yale, will take to the stage and recite a poem after President Obama gives his inaugural speech. At that point in the proceedings, people may be desperate for a break, but I suggest we all pay attention.”

Ah, It’s Time For Newspapers To Die Again (And Again)

“In the eighteenth century, the death of a newspaper signalled the death of liberty. What it signals now is harder to know, especially because there’s death, and then there’s death. If, one day, ink-and-print is dead and gone, newspapers will endure, wraiths of ether. The newspaper didn’t stay dead in the age of the American Revolution, either.”

With Economy In A Ditch, Library Use Climbs Swiftly

“A library card has become a hot property in the Seattle region — area public libraries are experiencing a surge in circulation. While busy libraries in one of the nation’s most literate cities are nothing new, some librarians credit (or blame) the recession for a dramatic upswing in business. … Nationwide, libraries have reported similar or greater increases.”

Outrage Among Tintinophiles At Suggestion Their Hero Is Gay

As the intrepid boy reporter celebrates his 60th birthday, it seems that le tout France is up in arms over a (tongue-in-cheek?) newspaper column asking this: “A callow, androgynous blonde-quiffed youth in funny trousers and a scarf moving into the country mansion of his best friend, a middle-aged sailor… and whose only serious female friend is an opera diva… And you’re telling me Tintin isn’t gay?”