Saturday 10th December
Nothing Is Selling
Posted at 6:20PM Sunday 24 Aug 2014LATE SUMMER. EARLY EVENING. PAUL AND DOUG ARE SEATED AT A MIDTOWN EAST BAR, BOTH NURSING TEN CANE ON THE ROCKS.
PAUL: Nothing is selling.
DOUG: I know.
I mean it. Nothing.
I hear you.
Even the brand names. Flat.
Dead. (PAUSE) You ever seen a summer like this?
Have you looked at the Bookscan numbers?
I have. Depressing.
Depressing? Are you kidding me? They make me want to jump out the fucking window.
The number one fiction book in the country sold thirteen thousand copies last week.
The nonfiction list is just as bad.
I didn't look.
Wow. I had no idea it was that soft.
Been that way for weeks. (PAUSE) This is not a sustainable model.