Are books dead, and can authors survive?

Depressing reading. Just found this in The Guardian:


Unemployable Foreigner

I spent five years in the university like everyone else. I speak four languages. I have six years of job experience, yet the French cannot find it in themselves to employ me. What is wrong with this country? What is wrong with me? Not even a god damn clothing store found me employable (have to tell you that story one day).

I’ve heard others say the same thing: My education has been for nothing. Literature, philosophy, history, French. Society doesn’t need it.

I so wish I’d chosen to become a nurse or something, instead of studying comparative literature. At least I should have stayed in Norway and become a teacher or something. I’ve always admired that profession.

Or I should have studied music, so at least I could have been a music teacher.

Still, I thank God for literature, for the passion for writing, the passion for music. Besides love, art is the only thing who really means something to me. But everyone have to pay the bills. Don’t have any idea how to do that in a city like Paris. If you don’t belong, no one wants anything to do with you. I suppose the problem is that I’m not chirpy enough. Also, I don’t know how to get out there and get what I want. I don’t know how to play their game. I don’t know how to (oh, I despise just writing the word) network. (Can one still use that word in 2011? It feels so 2002…).

God forbid I have to wait tables again, like when I was a student. Those days are so over… I’m hoping to end up in a reseption. That way, at least I can write when it’s quiet. I’m crossing my fingers.

Song lyrics – utter agony

My dad gave me this song. He wants lyrics. OH GOD, I HATE WRITING LYRICS!!!!! Why do they it always turn out to be SHIT??

Don’t know. Have this summer/winter thing going, like everything is wonderful in the summer and in the winter everything is sad.

How lame is that?

But the song sounds like that, you know. It sounds like a summer song. It sounds like summer breeze and trees, and green medows, flowers, kids laughing etc etc. But how can anyone write about stuff like that without it sounding completely cliché??

I would know how to take photos to match the song, but with words… It sounds so pathetic.

I’m not giving up, I’m just blowing off some steam.

Sorry 🙂