I've owed the LBC a post for some time, and I was thinking, perhaps, of a long-but-gentlemanly response to this jeers-to-the-LBC post, which baffled me in all sorts of ways. (As in: When did I become part of the "self-proclaimed elite literati"? And: Why does a simple book recommendation occasion the "raising" of "working-class hackles"?)
But someone decided to bring a new puppy into the House of Rake, and this puppy is now mercilessly tearing through all the low-hanging fruit around here, so there's no time for intelligent or belligerent response. (Eternal vigilance is the price of maintaining carpet in a rental.) Also, frankly, I was conscripted by the LBC for my ability at light comedy and, if necessary, light cleaning, and I like to mind my station.
Still, I'd like to (briefly) report that I've made my way through almost all of the material for the first book pick, and I've liked everything I've seen (to various degrees, of course). These are good books--all pretty accessible, by the way--and I'm glad my pals in the LBC gave me a little nudge and put them in my hands to serve as worthy companions for a few hours. Seems to me that, underneath it all, that's all this really is--a little nudge in the direction of a certain book, take it or leave it.
As one of my long lost friends sez: It don't cost you nothin'. Other than maybe cover price.