Well here’s a thing. Amazon, in all its algorithmic wisdom, sends me a reading suggesting:
Yes, I suppose that if I were looking for something in their Travel and Holiday Books store, then I just possibly might be interested in buying a copy of my own book, The Lost Art of Walking. Then again, I could perhaps just walk across the yard to the shed of shame (per Michael Moorcock) and pick out a copy so I could re-read it “placidly, a quiet smile playing about my lips” (per S.J. Perelman) .
Or not.
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