I have a bit of a teetering-on-the-fence opinion about ebooks. I cannot deny, as someone now trapped in a daily commute, that I look on enviously as people hold on with one hand while they gaily “turn pages” with the other on their e-reader (especially when we are both reading something like Reamde). The sheer portability of an entire library is the most blatant invitation to covetousness.
The reason I have hesitated in jumping on the electronic-reader bandwagon is that I really, really, really like physical books. I like having them. We designed our house to have one room with a floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall bookcase, because it will just look fucking beautiful (once we finally get the damn thing installed). And unlike with music, I cannot have my cake and eat it too: there is no way to rip a book I own to digital format, though some make-do options exist for “burning” digital prose to a physical copy.
And now I have been informed of another fundamental problem with the whole concept of electronic libraries; as discovered in sad circumstances by Kate Griffin (an author whose brain is an unending delight to me), Amazon will not permit (or, more accurately, honour) the bequeathing of virtual libraries.
( I have philosophical Opinions about this )
In The Age today, Clare Cannon believes that young adult readers are unable to engage with the moral complexity of The Hunger Games as well as she can, a view which I should think anyone who's ever been a young adult reader might find a bit patronising.
What I found a little irritating and disingeuous was that she doesn't mention that the site of which she is an editor – goodreadingguide.com – is dedicated to culling the available body of literary work down to those compatible with Christian values.
In visiting the site to confirm my suspicion of this fact, I noted the point that was actually hilarious, however: goodreadingguide.com endorses The Adventures and Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes. I am now extremely curious about where the recreational use of cocaine fits into Christian values, and why this was never raised during the seven years I attended Sunday School. (Though I do note that apparently the stories that comprise this volume may have been carefully selected so as not to include any untoward material – a story containing adultery was apparently pulled after the first imprint. So maybe it is the sanitised version of Sherlock's adventures, for those of a delicate and impressionable intellect.)
All right, let's try this cross-posting malarkey.
An orientation note to start: my dreamwidth journal is for writing. I discuss original things I'm working on, the process of writing, media consumed as it relates to the general business of creativity. I will also begin using this for general life-updates, in the hopes of inculcating in myself a mindset where writing is intrinsically tied up with my life. (Yes, I do play these mindgames with myself. What's more, I win.)
Recent renewed productivity (post wedding/moving/lifestyle-change-panic) has been assisted by everyone's new favourite thing, 750 words. Though I'm not really using it the way it says on the box. ( Personal ruminations on the Artist's Way )
( …and on ruthlessly exploiting tools for your own uses )
And the most important thing, of course, is summed up nicely by this wonderful piece of advice.