“I don’t want to read online,” Eggers said. “I don’t want to wake up and look at a screen. I feel like as a society, we try to put everything on that same goddamn screen, and pretty soon we’re going to be eating on the screen or, like, making love through the screen. It’s just sort of like: ‘Why does everything have to be on the screen?'” – Dave Eggers
Another champion of print media. But of course, Eggers has a vested interest in the survival of books in the printed form. Sad to think of a future without crinkled pages, earmarks and underlines and notes hastily scribbled in the sidebars. My wife and I love books. The physical, hold-in-your-hand kind. It was one of the things that brought us together initially. She had met me before at a club but thought I was a drunken lout. Then she happened to walk by as I was dining alone at a sidewalk cafe, reading a copy of The Tin Drum, by Günter Grass and she became interested enough to have me over for wine and all-night conversations. I couldn’t have planned it better had it been planned. Fortunately it wasn’t. Fate? If you believe in that sort of thing.
I hate to think that the Kindle and iPad, amazing as they are, would be the exclusive fate of all literature, news, journalism, etc. Technological evolution and ingenuity will never cease to amaze me, nor will I ever immediately shun any new forms of content delivery without first giving it a good run around the park (I write and read blogs, I own and love a smart phone). But neither will I ever cease to purchase Books and Magazines or pick up the occasional Newspaper. I don’t care how light, portable, easy-to-use, or memory-and-feature-packed devices get, the tactile sensation of paper in my hands can never be replaced.