Once Upon a Time, Between the Pages of a Book


| 1/12/2009 4:35:56 PM



Once upon a time, there were no computers, and no Internet. Remember going to the library to look up information? Remember first digging through the card catalog to find out where to look for that information?

Remember libraries? And books?

Computer technology certainly has made things quicker and easier. I can't count how many times I’ve searched the Internet in the last week seeking blurbs of information, most of which has no use except to satisfy my curiosity. But what if technology were the demise of things like books with actual pages to turn, and libraries to hold them?

My friend received a Sony Digital Reader this Christmas. Completely portable, it's a small thing about the size of an average address book, but can hold up to 160 e-books. It also has an MP3 player, so she can listen to music while she reads – all with the same gadget. All she has to do is go to an e-book website – many of the books offered are free, and download what ever looks good to her. Ta-da! She’s got a virtual library at her fingertips. It looks so simple that even the technically inept, such as myself, can easily use one.

It's all very cool and hi-tech … and sterile. There is something to me that seems so comforting about turning the well-worn pages of a book. I watched as she explained how it worked, and it made me want to read a real book … feeling the weight of it resting in my lap, the stiff paper under my fingertips … feeling the tangible substance of it.



I posted the topic on a message board I belong to, and the responses that followed I found interesting.

Cindy Murphy
2/23/2009 8:31:10 AM

Thanks, Kathy. Your career sounds extremely interesting. And I find it interesting too, the things people leave behind in books. Dog-eared pages, underlined passages, and handwritten notes in the margins...don't you sometimes wonder the about the stories behind them; what reason did someone find them so interesting as to mark them. I love old books, especially botanicals, and dictionaries; I can't seem to resist them when I see one at the used book store. One of the most puzzling handwritten notations is in a 1919 copy of Webster's Handy Condensed Dictionary. In the table of "Average Velocity of Various Bodies" this is starred and underlined: A man walks 3 miles per hour, or 4 feet per second. Why would someone make a notation of such a thing? Practicing to get it right, maybe? Another thing I've wondered about ebooks, is how you'd share them? By lending out memory-sticks? Wouldn't that leave the owner book-less for awhile. You know those well-loved books just have to be lent out to friends, sometimes making a circuit who-knows-how-big before they find their way back to their owners. It's part of the joy of reading books, I think - "Oh! You gotta read this!" while shoving the book into a friend's hand. There's a whole movement involving the two ideas - leaving notions in the margin, and sharing books. I believe it's called book-hopping. People read a book, write a comment on the inside cover, then leave the book in a public place such as a cafe, subway, or bus stop, for someone else to pick up and do the same. Cool idea, I think.


Kathy Turcotte
2/21/2009 10:55:18 PM

Great article! As a kid, I was probably one of the weird ones who enjoyed getting brand new books - savoring the smell of them, and pencils - nice fresh pencils -real pencils that could be sharpened to a sharp point - I was even excited about the scent of pencil shavings - a real nerdy kid! Books have my life - I review them and I freelance write which means you have to do a lot of research (the part I love best about writing) and research means books are needed. Granted, some research can be done online, but I prefer to sit with a book and/or carry a book with me to take notes from or 'oh heavens' highlight a section with a highligter pen - something I thought I would never resort to, by my 49 year old memory is not what it used to be! When I was reviewing books, I used to hate getting assigned an ebook. Now, my eyesight is not the greatest and I did not garner much joy from having to read sitting in front of my computer - if I printed out the ebook, then there is the cost involved for paper and printer ink. Give me a good old fashioned book - my house is practically overflowing with them. When I had to work from home, I started an online bookselling business that is still up and running today. All the more reason for me to prowl through the used bookstores and Goodwill and thrift shops. Treasure can be found in used books - I found a copy of Harry Truman's memoirs (signed by Truman himself) in a thrift shop for twenty cents and sold it for over $300 on Ebay. This sort of thing does not happen everyday, but it does happen. And sometimes, it is the tidbits of other peoples lives you find in books, a bookmark, a special notation, a letter or a ticket stub - all the things that make me wonder about the person who originally owned the book. The growing pile next to my bed both beckons me and threatens me all at the same time - a myriad of good books lure me to read a little of each before I go to sleep, but one pull of a book the wrong way - kinda like


Cindy Murphy
1/26/2009 6:31:12 PM

Hey, Iggy. It was a coincidence that I wrote this blog, and just this weekend listened to a woman at the library read a short story she wrote about the same subject...but much more eloquently told. She refered to reading as "her guilty pleasure", stealing moments with her nose in a book whenever she got the chance. She mentioned Sony and Kindle's e-readers too, saying how she'd miss the feel and smell of a real book. I'm surprized how many people mention they'd miss that scent. I'm surprized too, that there is all this nostalgia for something that is still around in so much abundance. I completely understand it, because I feel the same way - but still, in such a technological age, I think it's interesting how sentimental nearly everyone I've spoken to on the subject gets. Maybe all the e-book junkies are just sitting back laughing at us sentimental fools.