In truth, though, the novel I'm reading on the eReader has a much bigger scope and tackles more compelling questions on the whole than the book I read on paper, which is to say, it's still the story, the sweeping away of reality, the feeling of being an outsider on page one and slowly sinking into the middle of a new world, that wins the day. (Maybe I jumped the gun when I proclaimed fiction dead. Maybe it's the old way of selling books that's dead; writing them beautifully persists. Maybe the industry will just have to adjust, the way the music industry did. It's too bad that writers can't go on world tours the way rock stars can to recoup the loss in book/CD sales, now downloadable on the cheap.)
From this reader's library chair, the form of the book is fairly neutral; perhaps one is slightly more annoying and the other more pleasurably familiar, but still a book is a book is a book is an ebook.
Electronic books tip the scales slightly for me: a smaller impact on the environment and the wallet, though I realize this is what's killing the business as we know it. Maybe it's time for the beast to die and rise up as something more reasonable. God knows the blockbuster model has done nothing for me. I am confirmed in my opinion that the bookness of the experience comes through without the paper.
The world is a-changing, mice. Think of that. We are in the middle of the seachange, some of us swimming with the tide; some of us against. That's my report anyway. The extra good news is that both books were very successful, enjoyable, and well done. One of them even seems important.
