Where will all the books go?

Sometimes it is good to take a step back and look at the past. With this thought in mind, I am posting a blog post from when this blog first started. (You know, in case you missed it.) It pretty much sums up my thoughts for today.  Yes, I am posting it with all of it’s mistakes, as well. ~ 07/07/15

 “Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book has pores”. ~Ray Bradbury

OK, I was sitting in my living room reading the “new” old book the pillars of the earth when I started thinking about a conversation I had with my husband a few days back. He wanted to know if I would like him to order me a Nook. He knows how much I enjoy reading. I sat there for a min or two thinking about what to say. At 1st I was a little upset. I was not upset that he wanted to give me a gift, mind you. NO. I was upset that the gift he wanted to give me was an e-reader or whatever those that are tech-savy call it. I  am not as tech-savy as my husband who is up to date on most of the new gadgets. You see, he works with computers all day long. He keeps up on stuff like that.

I know what you are thinking. “Why would you be upset with your husband for that?” you ask. Well the answer is simple for me. I enjoy the smell of the paper, glue, ink and binding that comes from a new book. I love the musty smell of an old book that I find in used book stores. I enjoy the feel of the book in my hands, the weight of it. Whenever I get a new book, it feels like christmas! Using a e-reader somehow feels like cheating to me. Stealing. When you use the reader you are buying the author’s work for less than what you would pay for the real thing. I believe in paying people for their work. thanks why I don’t flinch when I shell out 20 bucks or so for a new Stephen King book. I believe it is worth that for a chance to read his craft on paper

The other questions that I have regarding e-books is this. Where will all the books go? Once we have shifted over the line from tangible things to the open space of the internet, what happens? Will only collectors be able to buy real books? Will the price of paper books continue to go up so that mainstream people like you and me will be unable to afford them.  What will happen if there is some kind of disaster that the web goes down? Or another World war? Where will our history be? How will others know that we even existed if all of our records are kept in the wide space of the internet?

Now I am not knocking the internet. I mean if it weren’t for the internet, I would not be writing this blog for you today. But the effort of writing and reading on paper will eventually  fade away. We are already a “throw away society”. We throw away more trash than any other country, except maybe china.  Are we now throwing away books just because we can. It reminds me of the quote from Jurassic Park by  Dr. Ian Malcolm:

Yeah, but your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn’t stop to think if they should.

This also lead me to think about the book by Ray Bradbury Fahrenheit 451.  The book is about Guy Montag, a fireman, in the future. Who burns books instead of putting out fires. The characters in Mr. Bradbury’s book drive too fast, watch a butt load of TV on large wall sized screens, don’t have meaningful conversations with each other and don’t like nature. (sound familiar?) In the book, Guy, is shocked to find an old women with a lot of banned books who preferred to die by burning to death, than give up her books. (I can see that happening to me.) Guy eventually rebels at this society he has help create and finds himself in a heap of trouble over it. He leaves all that he knows and hooks up with a group of rebels called “The book people”. They move on and search the city for survivors and try to build a new civilization. Mr. Bradbury’s book written in 1950 parallels our society as we are now. It is almost as if he is warning us of our future if we don’t stop to ask the question “if we should”.

So, dear readers, I will keep my books. I will hoard them away for a rainy day. I will store them close. I will keep them dear. I will burn for them.

It’s perpetual motion; the thing man wanted to invent but never did. . . . It’s a mystery. . . . Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences . . . clean, quick, sure; nothing to rot later. Antibiotic, aesthetic, practical

Until next time,

Follow your dreams,