I work at a place where they are always fussing with the textbooks in our general education series of courses. I, Yaro, must occasionally tread the boards of such a class, and it has come to me this autumn as well.
But this new book is one I hardly recognize, so full of graphs and charts and photos it is.
I have already spent the better part of two mornings working through it, laughing roughly at some of the inanities within. But I suppose I can find enough pieces of it to fit together with my own knowledge of the field to put on the necessary show.
But is anyone else old enough to remember using texts for years at a time? Were we always catching up with the newest edition, even when they were written by buffoons and monkeys, simply to offer the pretty book salespeople something new to carry in their satchels?
I have old books that would do the job. I could show them to you.
I take my leave,