Monday, 24 January 2011

Impolite things.

An open letter to Routledge, and secondary sellers of the book I want:

Dear Routledge,

I realize that the book I want from you was published all of nine years ago, and perhaps the price that you charge for it was just as high then. Perhaps that's why not enough people expressed enough interest in it for you to bother publishing a cheaper, paperback copy. But here's something I have to tell you, Routledge:

Unless that collection of essays LAYS BIG SHINY GOLDEN EGGS, I WILL NOT PAY $125 FOR IT.

That is all.

Sincerely,

A STUDENT WHO CAN'T AFFORD A $125 DOLLAR BOOK, YOU FREAKS.

WHAT THE HELL? O_O

2 comments:

Ray said...

I agree totally the price that some publishers put on some books is outrageous.
Another example of social segregation based upon economics.

tenthmedieval said...

It's like pitching event tickets at prices for expense accounts not ordinary pockets; there's some things they obviously decide only libraries are ever going to buy. If you just need one chapter out of it, though, there may be a copy near me that could accidentally fall into a scanner.