For the last few years, since e-readers came on the market, I've been hearing a LOT of talk about how they are Teh Doom uv Publishin. Of late, with the growing popularity of the Kindle, the talk has grown louder and more frenzied, and many people are actually convinced that Publishing Iz Teh Toast. And it's true, e-readers have their many uses, particularly when normal people can load material onto them. Editors can load a bunch of manuscripts onto them without developing back and neck problems, as in years past. Readers with an e-reading can board a plane without checking their knapsacks at the side because of all the books they're toting. There are advantages.
But I think the Panicking Publishing Folks have lost their logic buttons. Here's why.
Until e-reader engineers can work out a way to stop screen flicker, as in one screen fades to black as the next screen fades in to white, no one with a seizure disorder or migraines will be able to tolerate an e-reader for long, just as we were unable to tolerate Gameboys, DS2s, color backgrounds on our computer terminals until we could control the screen refresh rate, or music videos or photo scrolls on our iPods. (What? You thought those migraines were coming out of the blue?)
There are literally masses of us who like the aesthetic experience of the book--the weight in our hands, the smell, the practice of turning pages, the satisfaction of placing them on shelves and ordering them on our shelves, cruising bookstores and libraries as we handle this book and that, reading the back and flaps and bits of the inside, finding our favorite parts in our old books because the books fall open to them (oh, I suppose you could bookmark them). My husband, who LIVES on his Kindle, still buys hard- or paperback copies of his favorites,
just so he has them.How in hell are coffee table books going to translate to e-book format, pray? Those big, colorful pages with the unique scent of an art or photo book that is balanced across your lap or spread on the table before you, giving you a hint of what distant vistas or the glory of the great masters are really like. I regularly buy the Spectrum books, the results of the Spectrum science fiction, fantasy, and horror art competition in all its glorious color and variety. E-readers don't even do color yet. I also buy photo books and HUGE books of photos taken all over the world, and I want them precisely because they
are big, because they give me a feel for what those people, palaces, and gardens are like in their home places.
How is your lovely moppet going to feel when you place the e-book of GOOD NIGHT, MOON? in front of her? How will
you feel when you go looking for your $400 Kindle to find your toddler has taken a hammer to it so she can find THE CAT IN THE HAT? How many future readers and writers do you think will be saying "My first download was . . ."?
edited to add:
Raisedbymoogles reminds us that you can's (or shouldn't) take your e-reader with you into the tub. /edited-to-add
And really, something I would have thought even the precious literati would have figured out by now, the thing that is really beginning to annoy me.
90% of the world lives in poverty.
They can't afford computers. Too many of them don't have the electricity for one, or telephone coverage for the Internet.
HOW IN THE NAME OF ALL THE GODS EVER ENTREATED BY THE IMPORTUNATE HUMAN RACE ARE MOST OF ITS MEMBERS EVER GOING TO AFFORD E-READERS, OR DOWNLOADS, OR REPAIRS? "THE WORLD" DOES NOT BEGIN WITH THE UPPER MIDDLE CLASS AND UPPER MIDDLE CLASS OF THE WESTERN WORLD, AND "THE WORLD" WILL BE READING
PRINTED BOOKS.
Most of publishing knows that, in this time of recession, most parents are still buying books for their kids. How is it, then, that they can still wail of the doom posed by e-readers, when they also know that people are tightening their belts who normally spend, if only to point out the exceptions when they
do?
1 + 1 = . . . people with less money can't afford e-readers. They do buy books.
Aaah, fooey. Like the doctors Jones, we are pilgrims in an unholy land.
POOR PEOPLE COUNT TOO, DAMMIT!