Amazon keeps suggesting me books, and I am happy to report the very dubious books and DVDs about the Fascist Regime are gone – and gone are the books about the Arabian Nights and the Tits & Sand movies, alas.
Right now, Amazon is pretty sure I need a writing handbook and/or a programming handbook. Which is not all bad: I have just accepted a suggestion from the latest mail and splurged 99 cents on a book about data analysis with Python, because after all environmental data analysis was my “real job”, and I like to keep up to date.
Also, turns out data analysis in Python is one of the most requested skills in tech jobs right now – not that they’ll ever hire an old guy lost in the hills somewhere, but let’s power-up, the CV, what?
The writing handbooks are a different thing: those I’d like to add to my collection, such as the one by Scarlet Thomas or the one by Philip Pullman, are expensive as hell. And the cheap ones are really a sorry lot – including the handbook about characters of that (supposedly) noted author that manages to get an example character’s name wrong on page one. Not good. Not good at all.
Curiously enough, no matter if it’s suggesting me programming books or writing books, now Amazon slips into the list at least a title by Ursula K. Le Guin, and one or more titles by Virginia Woolf.
Many of which I already have, having bought them on Amazon.
Mysteries of the Algorithm.