It was a long, motley line that formed around the Jackson Ave entrance to PS 1 on Friday morning for the 2011 New York Art Book Fair. A few were carrying large suitcases, as if they were just arriving from an airport or a hotel. Several times, in the twenty minutes or so before the fair opened, someone would push through the crowd and try to open the door, as if this hadn’t occurred to anyone else. “It’s 11 AM on a weekday.” the pusher-throughs seemed to be thinking. “Why does everyone look so damn cheerful and relaxed?”
