The Novel is Dead, Long Live the Novel

“The novel’s not dead, it’s not even seriously injured”

Don DeLillo

There were rumors for a long time that physical books would soon be something of the past. Bookstores would go out of business and libraries would become extinct. Once books could be bought for cheap, and hundreds could be carried with you wherever you went no one would want to read those big, bulky things.

Everyone thought that was where we were headed. They were sure, 100% sure, that physical books were dying. My heart broke at the thought, but I looked to the future and tried to keep up with the wave of technology.

 I tried to read a few books on my iPad. I got through The Shining and On Writing by Stephen King on it; I tried a few classics too. I set up bookshelves and wishlists and tried to keep an open mind. I liked that I could highlight different passages in different colors, I liked that I could take notes, and I liked that I could easily read more than one book at a time. All the features were there, but the experience was somehow lacking.

Maybe it’s just me, but I cannot stand to read books on a screen.

“I need to experience books, not just read them.”

 Lauren Morrill, Meant to Be

The enjoyment of a book starts before you even buy it. There is no place like a bookstore or even a library. The atmosphere feels serious, focused, but not somber. The people are happy to be there. It’s a quiet joy. The joy of being among the words of so many writers. The joy of being among whole worlds and volumes of information. The awe of our ability to contain so much within the small space between cover and cover. The bookstore feels as close to a place of real magic as you can get.

You might be there for a specific book, or might be there because, like me, you go because you just like bookstores. You go because the world has overwhelmed you and you need a place where nothing is rushed, and there is no need to be “cool”. Here you can be you and spend hours among others who are into what you are. There is no subject not covered in a books store. I promise you there is something for everyone.

However, you got there, whatever you are there for, you have to take the time to take the place in. You have to walk up and down the aisles. You have to pick up a few books, leaf through the pages and read the back to find out what it’s about. You might find 3 or 5 that sound interesting. You will carry them through the store, and at some point you will stop and make the heartbreaking decisions about which ones you will have to leave behind. No matter what book you came for the book you buy will be the one that feels right.

You can’t find that with a list of books you scroll on a screen. You can’t feel the weight of the book. You don’t feel how much the pages and cover bend as you roll it. You can’t flip to a random page and read a little before you. You can’t flip to the back and read the last line. You can’t smell the pages.

After you browse and flip and browse some more, you will have to make a choice. You have fallen in love with them all. You either you break your own heart to leave them behind, or you decide you can’t handle that hurt, and you will buy them all. When you get them home you’ll find a safe place to put them, a place apart from the other book you have read and loved and put aside. They’ll be there until each has their time with you. Ultimately you’ll set them aside too. You won’t forget them. You’ll always love them, but you have to move on.

“Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators.”

Stephen Fry

I don’t care what anyone says, you can’t feel that way about a book on a screen. You might feel something close, but it just isn’t the same. Even with all the bells and whistles, all the features and deals, you just can’t fall in love with that.

With some things, moving from analog to digital might perfect the product but for some things, the entire experience is wrapped up in the imperfections. Who hasn’t heard that the highest streaming quality from iTunes and Spotify doesn’t compare to the warm sound of vinyl? You can’t fall in love with a download file. You fall in love with album art. You put time into caring for it. You treat it with respect, and it becomes a sacred object. You show it off to your friends. You play it for people you love. You fall apart if it gets destroyed.

Books are the same.

They mean something. Every dog-eared page, every bend in the cover, every stain, and every note made in the margins is a physical memory and a point of pride. You loan it out to people you trust. You give and get them from the people you love. They are sacred objects.

“If the novel is dead, I’m a necrophiliac.”

Tiffany Madison

I buy big bulky books now, again. I shove them into pockets and let them weigh down my backpack. I dreamt to devouring them one after the other on my iPad, but I have been reminded it I better to devote a bit of my life to each one. Every book I own is a sacred object. I will browse my own bookshelves and flip through each, remembering what I liked and marking all the ways I caused damage by being careless. I arrange and rearrange them by size and set a few out to be loved again if I cannot find a new one or am struck by the urge to visit the past.

If some love to read from a screen, I guess I can’t judge. More reading, no matter what the delivery method, is always a good thing. You can still learn a lot and discover new places, people, and times by reading from a screen. You can still stimulate your brain and your heart too. I won’t deny that.

But you will never convince me that I will find everything there that I find in my physical books. No matter what features you add you will never convince me to leave them behind. They will always be a part of this world and if they aren’t I hope I’m not too.


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Written in response to The Daily Post’s Discover Challenge: Analog

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You Owe Me an Apology

You never should’ve done what you did
But you at least should’ve said sorry
Yeah, you owe me that
and a whole lot more by the way

You really should have apologized by now
But I know you never will
You’ll never even say it happened
but you owe me all the same

You think you won
You think aren’t to blame
But something inside you asks my pardon
Something inside you is ashamed

Your suffering
Your loneliness
They call out to make amends

I hear you
I hate you
And I wish you the worst of ends


Written in response to The Daily Post’s Discover Challenge: Apology

Featured image via Phil Dragash

My Litmus Test

I believe everyone should have a litmus test question. It’s useful for determining whether or not you could be friends with a person you’ve just met. My litmus test question is, what do you know about the theory of evolution? I ask this because I only surround myself with people who have critical thinking skills and and interest in science. I have often felt bad about thinking this way but we all have a right to choose our friends. We all want to be around people we share interests with and don’t have to make such an effort not to judge. God, I sound like a horrible person when I say it like that. I have had friends who are creationist and I have found that it is very difficult for me to maintain the friendship. After awhile I can no longer fight the urge to engage with them and try to understand why they think the way they do. This always ends in an argument.

I want to be clear that it is not necessarily religion I have an issue with, although I am an atheist. I believe religion and the theory of evolution, or any part of science for that matter, are not mutually exclusive. I find that people who see science and the pursuit of knowledge as a threat to their spirituality to be very angry, controlling, and intolerant. They lack the ability to empathize with others and see different points of view. I really hate to sound so judgmental but this was a choice I had to make for myself. I have engaged with too many people who think science is a religion that is poisoning the minds of the children. I just can’t do it anymore.

For me the theory of evolution is beautiful in it’s simplicity. All of science is beautiful to me! I think purposefully denying yourself this beauty is sad. Willful ignorance is sad. I cannot surround myself with these kinds of people, I just can’t! I do have friends who are religious. In fact, the girl who I consider my closest friend is Catholic. The difference between her and the kinds I’m talking about is for one, she is open to learning new things, and two, she has a “live and let live” mentality. She never tries to convert anyone and she doesn’t believe her religion should be taught in schools. I love that about her and we often debate the particulars of her religion and she is ok with that. She explains to me why she believes what she does and I explain to her why I don’t believe what she believes.

I admit she might have failed my litmus test but only because of ignorance, which I might have been ok with. A person who truly fails the test would answer that they did know about the theory of evolution, then proceed to tell me why it was wrong in a way that sounded like science but wasn’t at all. This person would say things like “Evolution is only a theory, not a fact.” or “If humans come from monkeys, why are there still monkeys?”. Responses like those are automatic fails!

This test has worked out well for me over the past few years. I no longer have to hide my atheism and I no longer have to hear someone spout ignorance and intolerance in social situations. All of the friends I have now love science and strive to learn more everyday. We teach each other new things everyday too. This is the way it should be, for me anyway.