What We Lose If We Lose the Printed Book
I imagine this blog as a plea for the slow, the silent and the weight of a book in your hands. As many proclaim the triumph of ready access and portable digital books over the thumb-able, it’s important to reflect on what we’re rushing to give up.
Close your eyes for a moment and think about the first time you walked into a library. You entered a kingdom. The shelves of neat rows of books architectural, and monumental.
The sheer massing of books was beyond your ability to take in–like an infinite number of windows, with the shades half drawn. You walked among the shelves like navigating skyscrapers. Wandering through natural history’s neighborhood, you reached poetry. The vast downtown of fiction took up blocks and blocks. They were grouped with their like-minded fellows, and one could imagine that they whispered to each other when the lights were off. How could they not, heads touching, intimately rubbing up against each other. And as you eased one out, the neighbors collapsed, sensing the loss of their comrade. Continue reading