Big Sur and the Hipster slurs

So as I’m sitting in a cottage at Big Sur, reading Kerouac’s Big Sur – bought from San Francisco’s City Lights Bookstore, stroking my beard and adjusting my thick-rimmed glasses, I can’t help think that maybe the hipster accusations that have been tossed my way may be, in some way, slightly justified (on paper at least).

That being said – amidst the apps and web sites and HBO shows and news and sports updates and Facebook and films and spotify and emails and photos (taking, reviewing and sharing) – I really have missed reading papery books with imaginative and vivid writing. If this is being read as a complaint it is to be firmly filed under ‘1st World Problems’ of course, as having all these options are pretty bloody good.


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