Here's to the daily marvels
In her Instagram account Subway Book Review, Uli Beutter Cohen spots readers in the New York City subway, interviews them for brief book reviews, and takes a snapshot which she later uploads. One shouldn't underestimate the amount of wisdom you might find in such a short account of such a brief encounter.
Today it seems like the talent of so many writers and journalists is poured into a bottomless pit of antagonism conducive to nowhere but dejection. Now that democracy and liberalism are in peril, the media consensus seems to be that the only viable way to fight for their survival is to stick to a sober, objective, well-informed and politically correct account of the helplessness of our political reality. It is in times like today's that I long for the raw, radical writing of the Hunter S. Thomson's kind. Dazed, confused, but ever-present and perceptive.
As Ciutat de la Literatura, Barcelona epitomizes the rivulets of literary inspiration that fed the talent of so many writers. Its eulogized streets and squares, its dedication to literature, its bookstores, its architectural beauty, and its delightful Sant Jordi festivity: Barcelona surely has the ingredients, and with them the potential, to enchant any reader, any writer, anyone susceptible to the magic of words in search of their next great read. Where to go? Here's a sneak peak to the city's book scene.
It is no longer so easy to think of a single holiday that has not been aggressively commercialized. But Barcelona's Diada de Sant Jordi (St George's Day) is one that I have come to cherish despite it all. The city bustles with people exchanging red roses and books. What might be a better, or any more romantic way, to celebrate World Book Day?
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