An extended version of this editorial (yes, writers can do director’s cuts of their articles) has been published on The Folio Society’s website. I’m really proud to be on the site and I hope you will consider checking it out (and buy a book while there, they are lovely). Here is the link: http://www.foliosociety.com/member_stories/the-folio-society-celebrating-literature/
We confine our classics to cheap paperbacks, five-dollar hard copies, bulk versions, and we throw them in bargain bins alongside fake biographies of yesterday’s celebrities.
Worse, sometimes we even add zombies to them…
Why aren’t readers more shocked by this treatment? These are our Rembrandts, our Van Goghs, our Monets. Basically, the classic books are what makes literature art, and yet we treat them so utterly, utterly horribly. Its like we take them for granted; we even dare write in their margins and use highlighters on them! (Okay, I did that too in college, but you get where I am going with this.)
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