Crikey, have I been busy. So busy that I had to reread the last month or so of Rogue Semiotics just to recall what I had been thinking about.
One upshot of this is that I realised that I had entirely missed one of my most important pre-Christmas activities (aside from leaving Christmas cards too late, which I managed very well this year); showing you the first evidence of a genuine advance in publishing.
Barcabook is the first book I’ve seen that is self-published on demand. That is, Andy (for it is he) has been able to translate his rather lovely electronic reports from Barcelona into book form without having to cough up a couple of grand to some dodgy firm in Brighton.
We should all be thankful for this, first because it means I have been able, for the first time, to read Andy’s always entertaining prose in the bath. Second, it puts the means of production and distribution firmly in the hands of the working writer.
Third, I can unreservedly recommend you to buy the book (here).
When you do, you will be able to note, before you settle down to enjoy, that it is published in the exact format used by Faber to publish its screenplays given away with Sight and Sound.