Reading is dead. Or is It?

By James Hayman

A week or so ago the Borders chain went out of business.  One of the biggest book retailers in the country.  Three hundred and ninety-some stores including more than a few here in Maine gone in the blink of an eye.   I write novels for a living. Suspense thrillers like The Cutting and The Chill of Night. Something tells me I ought to be worried.

Conventional wisdom and constant comment tell us reading is dead especially among the under forty crowd.  It is said young people don’t visit bookstores and generally don’t  read any more. The written word is going the way of the dodo bird. All done in, it is said, by competition for attention (or as we used to say when I was back in the ad biz, competition for share of eyeballs) from endless and mindless TV stations, endless and even more mindless video games and, of course, the Internet.

A while ago I came across (on the Internet, of course) a poem, a kind of take off on Dr. Seuss, written by fellow thriller writer Jeffrey Deaver called The Death of Reading in which he states the proposition nicely:

http://www.jefferydeaver.com/Other_Projects/Death/death.html

Reading is dead, deceased, pushing up daisies.
People are growing increasingly lazy,
lured by the siren of electronic toys
That fill up their lives with meaningless noise.

PlayStations, Facebook, big-screen TVs
And mobile phones smarter than I’ll ever be.
We pray at the altar of our brand-new God,
Who’s powerful and wise and whose name is iPod.

 But, by the end of the poem, Deaver puts the lie to the whole thing.

A few years ago when I was downtown,
Doing some shopping, just strolling around
I nearly died in a massive stampede
Of children, no less, in desperate need

To purchase their latest heart’s desire,
No batteries required, no software, no wires,
A book’s what they sought and they’d waiting all day.
Who’s this Harry Potter guy, anyway?

We love reading so much that the books we now see
Are changing from what they used to be.
Originally written in clay and on leaves,
Books are now “printed” on digital screens.

I don’t think reading is dead, either. Yes, like Deaver, I’m a writer. And yes, like Deaver, I have a vested interest in people buying and reading my books. But even if I didn’t, I still think I would believe, as Mark Twain once said of his own death, that the reports of the death of the written word are greatly exaggerated.

In fact, I would argue the opposite, that reading, writing and the written word are healthier and stronger than ever. It’s just that the delivery system has changed, going  from paper and ink to a digital screen.

When I was a kid, there were only two ways to read.  You either picked up a book or you read a newspaper or magazine. That was it.

Today more people than ever are reading and writing. They’re mostly just doing it on a screen. Kindles. Nooks. iPads. And, of course, regular old computers.  Life Magazine is gone. The Saturday Evening Post a distant memory. But Slate, Politico and The Daily Beast seem to be thriving. Written emails have replaced letters and even, to some extent, the telephone. I don’t know how many blogs or bloggers there are but it’s got to be way up in the millions or even tens or hundreds of millions. And people aren’t just writing blogs, people are reading them. A few like Julie Powell are even becoming famous and turning their blogs into traditional books and then turning them into movies starring Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci.

But, cockeyed optimist that I am, I think even traditional paper and ink books will manage to survive and prosper.

While commercial publishers have seen their sales decline, self-publishing is booming. It’s allowing many new authors who never would have found a publisher before to enter the field and find success. Just recently a friend and neighbor of mine named Fran Houston self-published a lovely and evocative oral and photographic history of the people who live on a small island off the coast of Maine. The book is called For Love of Peaks. And people are buying it.  Both in local bookstores and on the Internet.  Twenty years ago that never would have been possible.

Yes, Borders is gone. And there are fewer independent bookstores. According to an article in the Boston Globe (http://www.boston.com/news/local/massachusetts/articles/2009/04/02/unchained_success/)  their numbers declined from around 6,000 in the early 1990’s to roughly 2,200 last year.  But according to that same article, in spite of the worldwide recession, those that survived seem to be stronger than ever. Online book sales have exploded. Amazon is a retail phenomenon. Barnes & Noble is said to be struggling but because they did a better job of embracing ebooks and .com retailing than Borders, I believe they will survive.

Personally, I still like the feel of a real book in my hand. Real paper. Real ink.  But, if the truth be told, I really don’t care whether the  people who buy my thrillers, The Cutting and The Chill of Night and the one I’m working on now, Darkness First,  read them in hardcover, paperback or on a screen.  I just hope they enjoy the story.

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3 Responses to Reading is dead. Or is It?

  1. Pj Schott says:

    My Kindle changed my life. I read dozens of books at a time. I could never take a book with me when I left the house in the morning because when I wake up, go to work, take a break, go to lunch, return home, go to bed … I don’t want to read the same book. Now I carry my whole library (for the most part) with me. Reading like I’ve never read before.

  2. MCWriTers says:

    Thanks PJ. Exactly my point.

  3. Russell Warnberg says:

    Jim, I pray you are right and I believe you are. We must remain optomistic. When is your third book due out?

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