It’s a bright, cold morning here in NY and I’ve awoken early and with a renewed vigor. Central Park had the usual canine and human characters tramping about on the brown winter grass and bridle paths and I avoided as many humiliating hindquarter sniffs as possible.
I will be doing an unprecedented two posts today if my stamina holds out. The first to share with you is this link from the NY Times: http://egan.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/02/20/book-lust/
As a committed reader and “shadow” author, I find Egan’s convictions inspiring and dearly hope his argument is correct, that the book –paper, electronic or otherwise— is not dead. The article begins: “Every now and then, someone who is brilliant says something stupid — often the result of spending too much time riding a jet stream of high praise. Steve Jobs, the co-founder and chief executive of Apple Inc., did such a thing last month when he all but declared the death of reading…” and goes on to these excellent observations: “Reading is something else, an engagement of the imagination with life experience. It’s fad-resistant, precisely because human beings are hard-wired for story, and intrinsically curious. Reading is not about product. For most of my lifetime, I’ve heard that reading is dead. In that time, disco has died, drive-in movies have nearly died, and something called The Clapper has come and gone through bedrooms across the nation. But reading? This year, about 400 million books will be sold in the United States. Overall, business is up 1 percent — not bad, in a rough economy, for a $15 billion industry still populated by people whose idea of how to sell books dates to Bartleby the Scrivener.” Yes, well worth a read.



February 21st, 2008 at 12:50 pm
The death of reading has been exaggerated ever since I can remember. Movies killed it. TV killed it. And yet library readership climbs. Book sales climb.
And anyone with poor reading skills might as well forget making the internet offer them anything.
February 22nd, 2008 at 8:15 am
Jan:
A wonderful point about the Internet. It is a hostile environment to those with poor reading skills. I suppose even “texting” engages people with the word (however, garbled it can become in that form) more than they would have otherwise. But, still, I wonder (perhaps my melancholic, hypothyroid nature is to blame for this less sanguine take) if we are reading quite as urgently and as deeply as we should. More on that later, though, because today it’s snowing and my Labrador genes are driving me outside into the white.
Hope all is well over there at http://thepoodleanddogblog.typepad.com/
Sincerely,
Randolph