I
love having stuff. I used to buy CDs and DVDs all the time, and I've got
shelves and shelves packed with books. Having stuff looks brilliant:
there's no substitute for looking through your collection and having to
wade through lots of magical albums that you've completely forgotten
owning before finding the right one. But just recently, there doesn't
seem much point in having stuff anymore: everything can be found online
and saved to a slightly bigger box, so what's the point in having loads
of little boxes lying around, taking up room, when all of your
entertainment can fit in the palm of your hand? I always thought I'd buy
CDs forever, but now it just seems such a poor use of money, and every
time you buy a new CD rack it's full straight away anyway and you have
to think about getting the next one. I've just always hated the idea of
owning something but not actually having it, not having an album cover
and liner notes, and a CD that gets scratched and doesn't play properly
after a few years. I form a strong emotional attachment to actual
'things' that I don't think I'll ever be able to have for a digital
copy. I like that I still have my copy of Weezer's Blue Album with it's
crinkled booklet from when a beer bottle cracked in my bag, and that my
copy of My Bloody Valentine's Loveless always skips on track four from
when my housemate hilariously removed every CD I own from its case. What
love can you have for recorded music that doesn't exist physically? You
can still love the tunes, but you can't hug them.
Anyway,
point being, on Saturday I got an uncontrollable urge to buy some
books. I went to Waterstone's and bought Disgrace by J.M. Coetzee,
London Fields by Martin Amis, and three Philip Marlowe novels by Raymond
Chandler. I loved walking around the shop, I loved looking at the
books, and I loved carrying them home and putting them in my massive
to-read pile. And I'll love seeing the varying degrees of degradation
they go through as I read them. I really hope that the nasty e-reader
never tricks me into thinking that having shelves and shelves of books
and spending money on them is a waste of time and resources, because if
it ever does I'll be a shell of a person. I'm not as staunchly against
e-readers as I used to be when I thought they were devil spawn (the
halcyon days of a few weeks ago) but I just can't ever see myself not
wanting to read real books. The feel of them, the weight of them, the
fact that the image of somebody sat quietly reading, under a tree or
something, could come from any point in human history (if you include
hand-scribed books). Books have always been a part of me, and that
rasping yearning for childhood that I feel when innocence further slips
from my grasp could be made a permanent feeling if they disappear. And
if e-readers really have to be everywhere, can they invent ones where
the back of the thing morphs into the front cover of the book, so I know
what people are reading on the train, please?
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