Over at the Salisbury Review I shake my head and sigh after reading Hillary Kelly's New Republic piece about the failure of a computer program to recommend decent books to her. Strictly for kicks, I took a turn around the park with Bookish myself:
[A] search for Dostoevsky’s The Gambler returned results which included a popular fantasy novel called Knife of Dreams. As a fan of The Anatomy of Melancholy, I had Germaine Greer’s Shakespeare thrust upon me.
An internet application is severely lacking in literary taste: is it just me or is this yawn-inducingly obvious?