As more established, quality authors who kept the rights to their work figure out that it's to their advantage to publish themselves on Kindle rather than beg for contracts from "big" publishers, there will be an explosion of great work available in e-book form.
In 1999, I decided to self-publish a novel. I'd sold books to mainstream houses in the past, but no one wanted this one. But I believed in it. My agent believed in it. My wife believed in it. The dog was neutral.
It's not possible for Amazon to both (1) sell e-books at a loss in order to reap big profits on Kindle devices, and (2) sell Kindles at a loss to reap big profits on e-books. It may be doing 1 or it may be doing 2, but it can't be doing both at the same time.
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Let's not wait another 50 years to reform the primary and secondary education systems in this country, because we can't afford not to. Let's start now.
E-books are praised in terms of what they aren't: heavy, tree killers, limited in distribution, of fixed text size. Not enough focus has been put on what an e-book itself could become.
Count me among those who would much rather hold a book in my hand as I read, pen at the ready, rather than clicking through glowing text on a screen.
Recently, I moved to another apartment. While moving in itself is a traumatic event, my principal problem is books. I have a huge collection of books.
Sticking to retreads makes no use of all the powerful technological innovations now at our command. But creating tablet cartoons has the potential to kill off reading altogether.
Maybe it was good for the consumer that the AT&T and T-mobile merger didn't happen. More importantly, with the exponential increase in data usage, "Can You Hear Me Now? (TM)" will no longer apply. Just send me an email instead!
I heard about this book from a friend, who spoke in hushed tones over the tops of her children's heads as we waited in line for tables one Sunday at the local diner. That's how you know a book is really dirty, by the way, because of the hushed tones.
Nevertheless, the technology addiction cannot be ignored as a competitor to reading. Indeed, some prognosticators may be right in citing the eventual rise of the tablet as a device of choice for everything under the techie sun, including reading.
I'm no Luddite, and yet I draw the line when it comes to reading e-books.
I like holding a comic in my hands, I like the smell. I like having a huge box of them to browse through. I like having a huge bookshelf of comics that people can browse and open and inspect. I like to lend people books.
If the Internet seemed slow last Sunday, it might have been because around the world, literally millions of new e-reader owners spent a fair part of the day downloading e-books.
What will our sensory memories be of books in the digital era? As I sniff my Kindle, I only get a sense of something blocking air, a plastic odor -- like a straw that you've been biting on.
The Story of My Teeth, on every level, is obsessed with artifice and the slipperiness of identity. Now translated by Christina MacSweeney, in collaboration with Luiselli, the book mimics her own play with authorial identity. In the book, Gustavo Sánchez Sánchez, also known as Highway, claims to be writing a “dental autobiography,” though the question of whose words we’re actually reading later becomes complicated.
by no less than Chinua Achebe, to be a colonialist, ultimately racist piece of writing about Africa and indigenous peoples who are little understood