At Book Expo this year, Google and Microsoft talked again about putting books out on the Net. A group of University libraries have agreed to digitize their collections. And Barbara's post talked about the Kansas City man who burned his books because no one wanted to read them. Oy, veh. Is the book going the way of the LP/CD? Are authors--or Content Providers, as Simon & Schuster calls us--going the way of the woolly mammoth and the dear dodo? What will people like me, old, grey and without a working knowledge of New Media, do to keep from eating dog food in the alley if we can't earn a living from our creative work?
And how much is anyone reading any more? I am embarrassed to say that I don't read as much as I used to. I am putting myself on a "book-gain" diet this summer: I'm reading the Brothers K, Joan Smith's new novel, the Madonnas of Leningrad, and revisited Allingham's Traitor's Purse, but it's been a long time since I sat with a book, so engrossed I didn't want to do anything else but read, so until I get back to that frame, I can't much bemoan a country that prizes American Idol over an American Tragedy .
What about you? Are you reading these days? As much as you used to? And what book has kept you reading while the clock struck midnight unnoticed?
by Sara Paretsky
Links: American Idol, Brothers Karamazov, the end of the book, aging