|Ceci n'est pas une pipe, mais un camp de concentration Trumpien.|
No, wrong, this is the airport of Cannes, the main hub of the Cannes Film Festival for anything that moves about by general aviation. Ten years ago, during the Festival, this place was loaded with private jets---Learjets, Falcons, Netjets, Gulfstreams---all patiently waiting for the "talent" to be beautiful, blow insouciant kisses, sign contracts, fuck, collect awards, and then return to Hollywood. And now what? The place is practically empty---emptier, we'd say, than on a normal day of the week when we drive past to go to our discount Lidl supermarket which is just around the corner.
You get it? Nothing sells. Almost. This is not only about books, this is about media in general.
And the underlying reason? Well, a shift in the parameter values of the Power Distribution of course.
Huh? Stay tuned.