The
New York Times writer Verlyn Klinkenborg posted an opinion piece, or should we
say mood piece, on the tenth of August. He pondered the dual reading existence
so many of us now travel, between e-book and book-book. Verlyn observes that
when he shelves in the cloud the e-book he has just finished on his iPad “it vanishes from my ‘device’ and from my consciousness
too.” He admits to finding this very odd.
Thus he defines one of the
critical frontiers of modern culture, one of the great imponderables that vexes
librarians everywhere: how do people now read? What is happening to reading? This
is not just a matter of print versus digital, but of the plethora of vehicles
by which the words we read are now delivered. Do we spend more time at a
computer doing light reading? Is the e-book the best way to carry our
transitory reading or our work manuals? Would we still rather prefer the solid
object the book as we spend the weekend deep in some Russian masterpiece? Isn’t
it easier and more rewarding to read Tolstoy on the page than the screen?
The e-book has made us more conscious of what Verlyn
calls bookness. “When I read a physical book, I remember the text and the book
— its shape, jacket, heft and typography. When I read an e-book, I remember the
text alone. The bookness of the book simply disappears, or rather it never
really existed. Amazon reminds me that I’ve already bought the e-book I’m about
to order. In bookstores, I find myself discovering, as if for the first time,
books I’ve already read on my iPad.”
Bookness itself is a little explored subject yet a
pleasurable experience for all of us. I remember reading C.S. Lewis once where
he confessed that he liked books not just for the contents but for their shape
and smell and feel. This seemed an embarrassing admission to me at the time,
until I had to admit to myself I felt similarly about books. One thing about an
e-book is its ability to hold masses of text, but another is it’s the same old
contraption every time. Each printed book has meanings associated with its
content that are physical: look, design, smell, touch. These are unacknowledged
meanings we take with us as part of the reading experience.
Our columnist is clearly concerned about how books ‘vanish’.
When he looks at his own physical library something new happens: “They used to
be simply there, arranged on the shelves, a gathering of books I’d already
read. But now, when I look up from my e-reading, I realize that the physical
books are serving a new purpose — as constant reminders of what I’ve read. They
say, “We’re still here,” or “Remember us?” These are the very things that
e-books cannot say, hidden under layers of software, tucked away in the cloud,
utterly absent when the iPad goes dark.”
He apologises for what may seem like a trivial
difference, but that’s not how it feels. I would go further than that. Books on
my shelf are permanently available, they are there to be referred to at any
time, they answer the prompts of the mind readily in a way that is not possible
from something that has ‘vanished’. Books in our own library are our kingdom; it
is fairly much up to us whether our manner of living with that kingdom be
quixotic or platonic, borgesian or erasmian.
Verlyn Klinkenborg seems to have a mountaineering
approach to books. When a book is finished “it is a monument to the activity of
reading. It makes this imaginary activity entirely substantial.” He climbs
Everest because it’s there. For him, books on a shelf are proof of having read
all those books. (This claim can be questioned when we visit the homes of those
who furnish their rooms with impressive books, but Verlyn obviously is not of
that breed.) He brags about having read 800 book on his iPad too, as though
they were so many foothills of the Himalayas. Yet he concludes with the sober
and impressive discovery: “But the quiddity of e-reading is that it effaces
itself.”
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