A hearty "Hear, hear!" and congratulations to Deptford's own Patti Smith, who, upon deservedly winning the National Book Award last night for Just Kids, her sweet and smartly evocative memoir of her Manhattan love affair with Robert Mapplethorpe, said, "I dreamed of having a book of my own, of writing one that I could put on a shelf. Please, no matter how we advance technologically, please don't abandon the book. There is nothing in our material world more beautiful than the book." They don't call it the National Kindle Award, after all. My review of Just Kids, which ran in the Inquirer in February, is here. Smith's book is out in paperback, and she reads from it at the Free Library on Dec. 8.
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