Soon the shelves will be gone, the books sold, leaving only the people, staring mesmerized at their screens. They won’t even notice that the books have been taken away. After libraries have all closed down or become free computer centers, there will still be people like me, feeling like monks in monasteries preserving books in their own private libraries.
There was the Great Flood. There were the Ten Plagues of Egypt. There was the Fall of Rome. There was the destruction of the Temple at Jerusalem and the Fall of Constantinople. And then this: The Encyclopedia Britannica went out of print.
While the Simpsons just celebrated its 500th show, the world’s greatest learned publication couldn’t even make it to its 250th anniversary. Will the last person who even knows what Western civilization is please turn out the lights?
I submit that this is the most significant cultural event of the last fifty years. No. Make that a hundred. The New Dark Ages are upon us.
T. S. Eliot ended his poem, “The Hollow Men,” with the words:
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
The sing-song rhythm of the first three lines evokes a child’s careless playground chant, as if Eliot meant to say that the end of the world would be attended with a general lack of awareness that anything significant was really happening–and that, when it did happen, it might go unremarked or even unnoticed.
If you want proof that our own culture is experiencing this very kind of end, just look at the malaise with which we have greeted the Britannica announcement. Note the general cultural yawn directed toward the announcement that they will be suspending their print edition.
The best anyone could do was to give the glib assurance that there was nothing to worry about, since Britannica will continue in an electronic edition.
If someone important to you died, would you find comfort from being told that he or she would continue on in a digital form? No. Encyclopedia Britannica is dead. We now have only its electronic ghost.
Our cultural landscape is fast becoming welter and waste. Before the barbarian onslaught of the computer, one would go to a place and read a thing. There was a library, and it had books, and one went there to read them. Go into a library now, and look to the right, where there are rows of shelves of books, but no people. Then look to the left, where there are rows and rows of people–sitting at computers.
Soon the shelves will be gone, the books sold, leaving only the people, staring mesmerized at their screens. They won’t even notice that the books have been taken away.
Every technological revolution has its benefits—and its casualties. The invention of writing was itself a technological revolution. In his dialogue Phaedrus, Plato tells a story about the old god Theuth, the inventor of many arts, including arithmetic and geometry. But his greatest discovery, said Plato, “was the use of letters.” He came one day to Thamus, the Egyptian god-king, who dwelt in Thebes. Theuth presented his great invention, writing, to the king. “This,” said Theuth,”will make the Egyptians wiser. It will increase their memory and improve their wit.” But the Egyptian king was not impressed.
“Because these letters are like your own offspring,” he said, “you are blind to their faults. This discovery of yours will only create forgetfulness in the learner’s soul because he will no longer need to use his memory. He will trust to the written characters instead of his memory, and will not remember them himself. These letters of yours may help in reminiscence, but they are not an aid to memory. Your hearers will become, not disciples of the truth, but of a semblance of truth only. They will be hearers of many things, but they will learn nothing.”
This seems a harsh judgment to us today, and yet there is truth in it. Writing brought about many improvements, but it would be false to think that, in moving away from an oral culture where memorization was the primary method of learning, something was not lost.
The invention of letters was followed more than two millenia later by the invention of movable type, a revolution without which the Renaissance and the Reformation would not even have been possible. But with the increase in the availability of the written word, there have been losses once again. For every work of Shakespeare put between covers, there are twenty cheap romance novels. For every book designed to teach an intelligent public, there are fifty newspapers distorting events. And for every learned tome, there are an hundred volumes of pornography.
But over the last twenty years, we have been taking another step. What Marshall McLuhan called the “Gutenburg Galaxy” displaced the Parchment Planet. But as we have moved into the Electronic Era, we find that the actual universe itself cannot contain it.
The material on which we would now inscribe our thoughts and our dreams is not material at all. For at least two millennia we have seen the physical act of writing as a kind of embodiment. Our thoughts were somehow rendered complete by being made incarnate on the written page. They became flesh and dwelt among us.
The digital revolution comes at us with a kind of Gnostic pretense. Far from any kind of embodiment, it promises to liberate us from the physical altogether. Just listen to the justifications from those who have abandoned their books for Kindles or Nooks or iPads:
The “delivery method is convenient.” Amazon.com delivers my books right to my home. And if I go to a bookstore (which is not something I do not as a chore, but something I actually like to do), I have this trick I perform with my arm whereby I lift it vertically in the air, grasp the book on the shelf in my hand, and bring my arm (in another intricate movement) back down again.
After a while you get pretty good at it.
“iPads and Kindles are good for the environment.” Is that before or after the manufacturing plants discharge toxic metals that can cause birth defects into nearby streams, as Apple has been accused of doing in China? Producing books may involve killing trees, but you can grow more trees. But if you’re born with three noses, growing another one won’t do you much good.
You “don’t have to carry fifty pounds of books everywhere.” Neither do I. If I have fifty pounds of books, I’m carrying too many books. Who needs to carry around fifty pounds of books? Some students say they have to carry around fifty pounds of books, but that’s probably more a function of inefficient study practices than anything else. And if you really have to spend a day at school and you’re a commuter and you have to carry around fifty pounds of books, then get a travel bag with wheels.
I will admit that my wife accuses me of carrying around fifty pounds of books, but I deny it. I only carry around, oh, I don’t know, about thirty pounds of books. And I really don’t need them all. I tell my wife I bring them with me for the same reason I bring her: I take comfort from having them there.
“You can highlight things in a kindle that can be easily erased” and “make notes.” Look folks, GET A PENCIL.
My books have a number of distinct advantages over your iPad.
When the stewardess comes around and tells everyone to turn off their electronic devices, I just look around and laugh an evil laugh as all of these people with iPads and Nooks have to stop reading until we reach the right altitude. I, on the other hand, go on reading. The next time I’m on a plane and the stewardess gives this command, I’m going to flag her down and tell her that I can’t find the on/off switch for my print copy of Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy.
And when I get old and die, I can hand on my books to my children. If I have a Kindle, what am I going to do? Hand an old Kindle that will undoubtedly be completely obsolete down to them?
Each one of my books has a history. I buy a lot of used books. The other day a student’s paper fell out of the pages of one old book I had. It had the teacher’s marks and his own amusing responses. It was from the 1950s.
I can sometimes tell something about the previous owner of a book. I have a small set of philosophy books I bought once and I can tell tell that the man who owned them was a smoker. I have imagined that maybe it was a priest, sitting in his study, reading about Thomas Aquinas’ metaphysics.
And if they do not have my own marks and notes, they have the marks and notes of others who owned them before. I buy a lot of used books, and a couple of years ago I bought a used copy of The Idea of Nature, by R. G. Collingwood, online. When I received it, I opened the cover and beheld a bookplate with the name Richard Niebuhr. Niebuhr had marked the book extensively, and so what I had received in the mail was not just a good book, but the thoughts about the book from one of the great Christian thinkers of the 20th century.
A book can almost have a personality. It was written by somebody, and it is about something. Neither of these things can be said of a Kindle, or a Nook, or an iPad. They are not written at all and are not about anything.
After libraries have all closed down or become free computer centers, there will still be people like me, feeling like monks in monasteries preserving books in their own private libraries.
Republished with gracious permission from Vital Remnants.
This essay first appeared here in March 2012.
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Kindles are great for taking my 1000-plus books with me on vacation. However, we just moved and the movers remarked at how many boxes of books (probably 40+) that I had. I really don’t want to pare them down. What I really need is a room for a library. 🙂
janet
I love the feel of books!
we enjoyed your thoughts with agreement and disagreement. in our moderate family of four, all avid readers of real books, and as such as what i am now commenting about; your article, hope that our county library system stays ahead of any chance of closing down the many connected county libraries. every time we go to our local county library, to look for a dvd (no rental charge if returned in 2 weeks), a book of fresh ideas, again, such as what you have will have written, read something (?), (there are free movies, newspapers) and then eventually go to check out, there is always a queue ahead of us, and depending on the speed of the librarian checking us out, we will likely enter into conversation with someone in the line. in any city library that might be open when we are there will be on our list of places to visit. we buy books from our library when they out of circulation and otherwise from many different sources. i hope libraries and internet sources remain until the dinosaurs or equivalent return. our family attends the traditional Roman Catholic Church for all their liturgical services that you likely know are celebrated in Latin/English. please keep writing and publishing. with thanks richard ruesch
further to my earlier comment…….every time i visit my university library in Saint louis (WUSTL), i can readily see expansion of all sorts; buildings and books, and usually full of readers, dreamers, and students. always with thanks, richard
My concern about “electronic” books (forgive me if this phrase is not an accurate description) is censorship. Can a phrase, or a word, or a paragraph, or a page be deleted by anyone responsible for transferring the text (or his masters) because it now contains something deemed “problematic”?. I really don’t know, but it seems entirely possible, Alas! I can think of several examples of censorship that I have discovered even in print media. The most egregious was in a reprint of a number of early H. G. Wells short stories. It was explained in the introduction that three stories were deleted from the collection because they contained words or themes not compatible with today’s sensibilities. Good intentions, perhaps, but we all know where the road paved with such leads. Fortunately, and ironically, I found the stories preserved online at Project Gutenberg.
A friend is in a program studying how to restore old books. I told her that someday when I am old and reach a milestone birthday, she can lovingly restore a vintage Kindle Fire for me.
If there is anything more nostalgic is the scent of an old book, opened after years in slumber.
People still enjoy books. People who make reading a part of their day know that a tablet is no substitute for a book that you can flip back through, re-read and pick up and put down as needed. I don’t think this is the problem the author imagines it to be.
I love it! Beautifully written.
I refuse to buy an electronic reading device. Give me ‘hard copy’ every time, thank you.
“For every work of Shakespeare put between covers, there are twenty cheap romance novels.”
For every twenty cheap romance novels sold, there are twenty people reading a book. We do need to be careful to avoid snobbery about the books other people read. Reading itself is an ontological good; the book that is read is immaterial.
I was working as a writer for EB in 1968, the 200th anniversary of the first edition. All of us were given a facsimile copy. My favorite articles were: “feline: cat,” all about the animal’s crafty and lazy nature; and “woman: see man.” Mr. Cothran is right about the unhappy cultural meaning of the news that EB will no longer publish a print edition. RIP.
Lee Congdon
Encyclopaedia Britannica
Editorial Assistant, 1965
Writer, 1967-68
I’ve enjoyed reading on my Kindle for years. I love the e-ink screen and being able to read in low-light conditions (I’m very busy, and typically read late at night.). I don’t miss paper books at all.
I went to a bookstore for the first time in years recently to buy a book for my wife.
I was astonished at how many people were in the store – it was very crowded, and at how expensive the book was.
There will always be a niche for books. POD or print on demand has significantly lowered the cost of production and eliminated much storage and tax on unsold inventory. Some things can’t be explained with nuance on screens.
I love my books. I love their bodies. They are my friends. Tomorrow my husband and I will go on a car trip and we will each have our 30 pounds of books along as companions.
And remember, there was a time too when people walked around with a really cool paperback in their back pocket. Maybe a slim volume of Nietzsche, Goethe, or Kerouac.