Silk and lace.
Those legs.
Her face.
She leaves
not a hair out of place.
Silk and lace.
Those legs.
Her face.
She leaves
not a hair out of place.
What makes customer reviews helpful to other customers, and thereby also helpful for sellers, businesses, authors, and even Amazon?
It’s when other customers can trust the review system. Without that trust, reviews become utterly useless.
Amazon made its first major improvement to the customer review system in late 2012.
That’s when Amazon blocked and removed countless reviews from probable friend and family members of authors.
Whatever Amazon did in 2012 was highly effective—perhaps not perfect, but definitely effective. If you watch indie community forums regularly, you know that on a weekly basis new authors complain about missing reviews, and it almost invariably turns out that the reviews were left by friends or family members.
Prior to the Great Purge of 2012, Amazon’s customer review system had been getting out of hand, with the problems publicized in the WSJ…
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Many thanks to Sacha Black for featuring me on her website (http://sachablack.co.uk/2015/11/06/interview-with-author-kevin-norris/#more-3193). In my interview I refer to being in the process of revising “Dalliance; A Collection Of Poetry And Prose”. The revised edition is now available in ebook and print format.
Kevin
The unmonitored video tape
reveals what we can not escape.
The honeyed words we say
in the light of day
are swept away
at night
when our conscience doth delight
in stripping bare all pretence.
The fence
is down and nightmare
doth stare
Us full in the face.
The knowledge of disgrace
Causes the mind to race
In fear
As the truth stands near.
Even the fool
Knows the cassette will, one day, unspool
And lie tangled
Mmangled
Beyond repair
And the dark angel will be there.
This post raises an interesting and important question. As a blind child and teenager growing up I devoured braille books and abridged cassette versions of titles ranging from classics to thrillers. The problem was that only a fraction of the books produced where (and are still) transcribed into braille so my choice, as a visually impaired reader was severely limited. All this changed with the advent of ebooks and e-readers such as the Amazon Kindle. With the text to speech facility I am able to read the same books as my sighted friends so technology has greatly expanded my capacity to enjoy reading. On the down side of the equation, the growth of technology has lead to the decline in braille production so books which where previously available in braille can no longer be purchased (I assume due to the belief that blind people prefer to access them electronically). I love the physicality of books and derive tremendous enjoyment from sitting with a braille book on my knee, a pleasure very different from that experienced when reading an ebook. So my experience of the growth of technology, from the perspective of a blind person is generally positive, although tinged with regret due to the fall off in the production of physical (braille) books. More generally I regret the obsession with technology as an end in itself rather than as a means to an end. Technology should be the servant and not the master. Kevin
My thoughts lost on the damp air
Going who knows where.
The sodden grass
I pass
Where children play
but not today.
No ball
or bird call.
Only the rain’s incessant fall.
Walking through the leaves
I perceive
the familiar churchyard.
It is writ large
on these weathered stones
“man is skin and bones.
All we are turns to dust.
Here men are beyond lust.
They sleep fast
And do not ask
Who does pass
By
With a doleful sigh”.
No more are men buried here.
The place is near
to my home.
I am but skin and bone.
I feel the carpet warm as I write.
The morning light
Will soon dispel the remains of night
For a time at least
then eternal peace.
(All Saints Church is close to my home. The graveyard is long since disused although the existing graves are maintained. http://www.allsaintsuppernorwood.co.uk/).
To misquote Mark Twain, “reports of the death of print books have been greatly exaggerated”. Kevin
Yesterday I went with my owner, Kevin to catch a train into London Victoria. He says he has to go into something called the office. Personally I can’t see why. I mean its much more fun chasing foxes and other wildlife in the park or taking tasty snacks from the shelves in those big stores they call supermarkets. Its most kind of staff to leave eatables just where my nose can reach them …! Anyway I digress. As I was saying, I was at Gipsy Hill station yesterday when this furry tease (she is called Fanny I understand) sat on the Oystercard reader arching her back at me. I wagged my tail furiously but she wasn’t having any of it and kept well out of my way and, to cap it all my owner told me to behave. Fancy telling me to “behave”, butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth (it would be swallowed so fast it wouldn’t have time to melt)! This feline fiend has even got her own Twitter account (https://twitter.com/thegipsyhillcat). Who ever heard of a mere cat having such a thing. I demand one immediately!
Yours disconsolately
Trigger
Give me something real
Not this plastic I feel.
Give me books in cloth boards
That I may not be bored.
Give me a chime
To measure time.
Give me solid wood
To caress and love.
Give me objects that last
A link to the past.
The world moves fast
Vast
Nothingness beccons.
Enumerable seconds
engaged
In rage
Against the gleam
Of the machine
That haunts my dream.