A trip to the library these days is rather depressing. There are two reasons for this.
One is that that library is haunted by old people, wrinkly-skinned near-wraiths with their gigantic Coke-bottle-lensed glasses and their sweaters covering them up against "the cold," and this is what their life has come down to, this is their entertainment now, their version of clubbing -- a shuffle into the library with all the other elderly to see what new books are on the shelves, because they have all this time on their hands now, waiting to die.
It depresses me because that will be me in fewer years than I care to think. I'm practically a geezer already.
The other reason, of course, is that there are all these new books on the shelves by all these no-talent schmucks... I read the liner notes (remember: this is basically your query!) and think to myself, Who would want to read this drivel?
But what I'm really thinking, of course, is Why are these worthless hacks published and I'm not?
So, what's lifting your spirits these days?