When I read a physical book, I remember the text and the book — its shape, jacket, heft and typography. When I read an e-book, I remember the text alone. The bookness of the book simply disappears, or rather it never really existed. Amazon reminds me that I’ve already bought the e-book I’m about to order. In bookstores, I find myself discovering, as if for the first time, books I’ve already read on my iPad.
This may seem like a trivial difference, but that’s not how it feels. Reading is inherently ephemeral, but it feels less so when you’re making your way through a physical book, which persists when you’ve finished it. It is a monument to the activity of reading. It makes this imaginary activity entirely substantial. But the quiddity of e-reading is that it effaces itself.
In the past several years, I’ve read nearly 800 books on my iPad. They’ve changed me and changed my understanding of the world, distracted me and entertained me. Yet I’m still pondering the nature of e-reading, which somehow refuses to become completely familiar. But then, readers are always thinking about the nature of reading, and have done so since Gutenberg and long before.
There is a disproportionate magic in the way black marks on white paper - or their pixilated facsimiles - stir us into reverie and revise our consciousness. Still, we require proof that it has happened. And that proof is what the books on my shelves continue to offer.
We all know that I'm firmly in the paperbound camp on this. I've been trying to read a manuscript of a friend's novel (let's call him "Sebastian") on my iPad over the last week or so and I've been struggling mightily - not because of the content, seriously, but because of the delivery method. iPad cramps my style. I can't read it while I walk to work, like I would if I was reading a regular book. (I have a mile-long walk every morning from where I park to the bookstore, which affords me 15-20 minutes of strolling and reading. Try it sometime.) Besides the fact that the iPad is made of heavy metal and glass, I'd look like an asshole walking around reading on it in public. I normally get a bit of reading done in bed at night and I kind of hate holding that glowing monstrosity in front of my face after a long day. First world problem. (I started this post by telling you that Klinkenborg's editorial was the most eloquent piece on this, so you can't have really been expecting more from me. Jeez.)
More than any of that - more than the physical anguish an eReader might cause me - it's the impermanence of the eBook that has always bothered me. Whether it's Amazon ironically yanking 1984 off everyone's Kindle or the inability to judge someone by their home library (c'mon, you know you've done it) the fact that there is no physical object to the content of e-reading seems problematic. Like Klinkenborg writes, maybe this "may seem like a trivial difference, but that's how it feels." The book is indeed a "monument to the act of reading" - an entirely ephemeral thing which exists in that strange place between your eyes and your brain. Reading is intangible in and of itself, but it has always been the physical book that lent that activity a bit of gravity. It may sound stupid, but there's something weighty and permanent to physically closing a good book you've just finished and placing it on the shelf beside the ones that have come before it. It's way more poignant than pushing a power switch.
Hell, maybe this doesn't matter to you - maybe you don't care if you can see the books you've read or "require proof" of the stories you've experienced. God knows my wife thinks I have several thousand too many books to cast my gaze upon in our library. She may be right. But in this increasingly digital age, where I spend a disconcertingly large portion of my days staring at a screen of some sort, I find myself needing those stacks of books more than ever before. Without those monuments to reading, all of those experiences are lost in a "cloud" somewhere - and this can't be good our sense of permanence or even our sense of self. And that's really it for me, I think, that the books I read become - one at a time - a part of who I am, informing my experiences one page at a time. And I much prefer to see, smell, and feel them - to have that "bookness of the book" - as a part of my home and my life, than to not.
But that's just me. And Klinkenborg, no matter how plugged in his reading gets. This is where we are in this digital reading age - weighing the two formats to see which fits into our lives more precisely. It's up to you to decide.