E-Readers vs. Paper Books
Since the invention of the printing
press in 1450, paper has established dominance over the written word. Anything
worth remembering was typed or scrawled across dead tree matter. Then, the
internet. The technology boom of the twenty-first century. Handheld e-readers
are now all the rage. Why kill trees? Use Earth’s stronger, long-lasting
materials instead. Of course, there are those who still cling to the old ways,
destroying forests with their intellect and thirst for knowledge. I imagine
when it comes down to it, there are two types of people: The E-Readers and the
Tree-Readers.
The E-Readers love information. They
thrive on it. Nothing excites an E-Reader quite so much as a click of a button
revealing the dictionary definition of some obscure three-syllable word
previously unknown to all but the scribes of old. They can carry within their
e-readers the weight of hundreds of books, yet hold a meek slab of metal and
glass weighing ounces. The E-Readers
love to walk into a Starbucks and log on to the complimentary wifi on their
Apple product and peruse the internet for vintage-style clothing before
settling down to read little-known literary masterpieces such as The Great Gatsby, Anthem,
or The New
York Times. The
E-Readers have the power to highlight, add notes, and underline in their books
without lifting a single writing utensil to sully the book itself. How
marvelous!
Then, on the other hand, we have the
Tree-Readers. These crude beasts lounge in ignorant bliss, unaware of their
true despondency. They are unable to accept change and cling to their
tree-flesh like a babe to its mother. They claim to love their books so much
that they insist upon dirtying the pages with pieces of themselves. They leave
coffee stains on page 43, so that there is a perpetual comforting stink of a
steaming mug on a rainy day lingering behind the warm smell of the book itself.
The Tree-Readers also break the spines of their ungrateful dead trees, and with
them the hopes of all those suffering from OCD. They think themselves superior
and leave in the margins messages for those who come after: trivial comments
about an obscure motif, the author’s style, or “hahaha love the humor!” or a
snarky quip at a minor character, or a tear stain. The Tree-Readers earmark
pages and clutter the lines of Kant and Hemingway with their own personal
insights. They underline those words they do not know, such as
“superciliousness,” but are too sloth to search for in that larger, eponymous
pile of dead tree droppings. Why struggle with Webster when you can have the
whole of the internet at your fingertips? How absurd!
The E-Readers value such things as
cleanliness and facts. They obsessively wipe the grimy finger-paint of life
left over on their screens to better see the pure white pages glinting at them
behind the glass enclosure. They google “theme of lord of the flies” just to be
sure they read Golding well enough. The E-Readers adore the sheen of the screen,
the unflinching facts wikipedia provides them on the author’s illicit affairs,
the clean feeling of reaching 100% completion of their intangible book. They
adore when a passerby comments on the fabulous technology enveloped in their
e-reader. They cringe monthly when a new and improved specimen is released,
sending their beloved model of e-reader into the abyss of antiquity. How
upsetting.
The Tree-Readers value different
things. They value the glimmers of inspiration found in the phrases, the raw
emotions leaking from the print, the warm grainy feel of a page turned. They
don’t mind so much when someone comments on the state of disrepair their book
lies in; instead they laugh and say blabber something about “well-loved” before
returning to the seas of imagination they were sailing moments before. The
Tree-Readers value insight and ask others what they thought of that part when
the main guy said that one thing but they really meant the other and you know?
They discuss and discourse and understand their book in some misshapen form,
rather than a straight line with SparkNotes attached at the end. How illogical!
The Tree-Readers and the E-Readers
balance each other. The Tree-Readers are an endangered species, loping about,
unaware that they are in danger. The E-Readers come to the rescue with shiny
new things, lab-proven proven to help the situation. The two meet, attempt to
change the other, and then part ways, sure that their opposite will adjust
their ways so as to adapt to the future. They both earn their merits and are
awarded their medals for valour extraordinaire.
Between
the two groups, however, there is no reconciliation. They silently grapple in a
battle of the mind, each intent upon victory, neither sure what victory
entails.
With the world becoming so
confrontational, I have decided to carry with me at all times both an e-reader
and a paper book in order to eschew obfuscation as to my stance on the
aforementioned issue. How clever!