You're wondering if it's time to move the annual convention out of New York City's Javits Center, and if so, where to go. Chicago or Vegas, you're asking your members.
Please. Come to Chicago. The city needs your money. Desperately.
There's plans in the works to install speed cameras near every single school and park. That's how bad things have gotten financially. Mayor Rahm "Tiny Dancer" Emanuel is squeezing blood of resident turnips by sending them speeding tickets in the mail for driving too fast around schools, and at times of day when the kids aren't even there.
Have you been getting some pressure from his brother Ari, agent extraordinaire? You will soon.
Come on, Vegas? Really?
It's in a desert and all they've got to offer is gambling and a museum dedicated to the Mob.
Chicago has the actual Mob, the real people who descended from those memorialized in an old building in Vegas.
And who needs gambling? You're a bunch of book sellers. You want art and culture, and if you were a fan of Devil In The White City, you want to get yourself over to the Museum of Science and Industry because that was the art pavilion back in 1893. An actual building from the World's Columbian Exposition, and you can go inside and wander around to your heart's content. And the lagoon, and the Wooded Island, are all still there.
It's time to leave New York and get gouged in Chicago, where the taxes are high and the residents pray that someone will come from out of town to help pay them.
Willa Cather came to Chicago. The Fine Arts Building mentioned in one of her novels is still standing. Edna Ferber, Saul Bellow, Sherwood Anderson and James T. Farrell all helped put Chicago on the map.
Who can Vegas claim, when it comes to books? Lefty Rosenthal?
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