My inlaws recently gave us a gift.One that I, admittedly, was uncomfortable with.They gave us a brand new iPad…and even though I fought it, I do love it.I’m still trying to figure it all out, but I have a confession to make: I downloaded some books. To read.On iBooks.There. I said it.I am reading a book right now on a digital device.Just typing that makes me feel dirty and scandalous.
I know I wrote this about digital readers, but I guess I’m growing and changing with time.Or else, I’ve just lost my mind.Either is possible…I’ll keep you posted.
Sunday I went to the library. I love the library like a fat kid loves cake. Seriously…the smell, the shelves, the people watching. The entire experience is nearly spiritual for me. Anyway, I spent a while there, and I started thinking about how I choose books and something I would do if I were an author.
To be fair (to myself), I already DO believe I’m an author, but only in my mind, and even then I like to imagine myself wearing fancy scarves or horned rimmed glasses. I digress. So, I started thinking about how I tend to look for the same authors or in the same places when I go to the library. I am a fan of Elizabeth Berg, Alice Hoffman, and many others, and usually I head the B or H section of the fiction books to see if there are any new offerings from my favorites. I got lucky this time in that lately, I have been to the library so infrequently, there were a few new books I hadn’t read. And I started to think that if I wrote a novel, I might just go by a pseudonym or rename myself altogether. Like, perhaps, Kate Updike (imagine how many people wouldn’t find The Witches of Eastwick and would turn to me for solace). Or, how about Kate King – which would put me right before Stephen, and right near Barbara Kingsolver – two of my favorites. I could pick something like Kate Meyer. I wouldn’t feel badly stealing any of Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight fans. She got lucky. VERRRRRY lucky – she told a great story. But, her writing? Terrible. I could go on and on - not only about Meyers but also about different options for my new name...
My point is this – I can’t write like these people. Not even close - or at least I've not been lucky enough yet. But if the majority of people who frequent the library are like me, I could really win big by dropping Willaredt and going with something more accessible. I mean, really. Because who is reading this? I’m just saying.
Yesterday I shared the day with twenty plus teachers from across this city at the Diastole center on Hospital Hill here in KC. We were there for a pre-summer institute meeting of the Greater Kansas City Writing Project. I’m participating in the GKCWP this summer and until yesterday I’d been hesitant to get very excited about it. While I’m in school for my certification to teach English at the high school level, I’m currently an early childhood teacher of children age three to five – not quite the same thing. I got accepted into the GKCWP as an early childhood teacher, and I had been fairly concerned that I wouldn’t be able to contribute to the group in any effective way. I’m happy to say that I no longer feel that way. In fact, I’m now more inspired and anxious to get started in June. So, part of the meeting yesterday was spent learning how we’ll be presenting a little workshop on a “stuck place” in our teaching. Dylan Carter, a creative writing instructor at Shawnee Mission West high school in Overland Park, Kansas, gave an example of his workshop from last summer. Dylan’s stuck place was getting his students to connect with their personal story – and how to inspire his students to dig deeper to find their stories. His students start the year by reading Beowulf (gahhhh! I get high blood pressure just thinking of teaching this book!) Dylan uses Beowulf’s quote, “The days of my youth have been filled with glory…” as a writing prompt for students. They were to start, “The days of my youth were filled with…” and just write.
And so, Dylan had us write our stories. There were some amazing ones, more than a few brought me to tears. I’m always astounded and inspired by great writers, by people who can express feelings through words, and I was not at all let down by this group. Chinua Achebe said, “To be human, one must have a story.” I’m still working on my story. But as I write I start to see the patterns of my “youth”, the things that come up over and over again in my writing. I will share when I finish, but I wonder, what filled the days of your youth?
If you know anything about me, you know how much I love books. Old ones, new ones, kids ones, poetry ones, you name it. Recently, the e-book phenomenon has been getting plenty of attention – even a spot on CBS Sunday Morning this morning – and so, I thought I would give my two cents on the subject. I am trying. I am trying really hard to understand the need and use for electronic books. I KNOW we live in a world where everything is electronic and accessible and at the tips of our fingers. But, there is something about the publishing industry that has always seemed to me like the epitome of what we stand for – it allows voices to be heard – stories that might otherwise go unnoticed or unseen. When the printing press was invented more than 500 years ago, it gave way for language and stories to be shared in a way that, until then, had never been possible before. And for the past 500 years…that was enough. Until now…
I love the idea of being published – that someone would read my writing and think it was worthy of a larger audience than my husband and the dog – who mostly try to stay awake when I read my stuff to them. I know that even with e-books there are still stories being published, but for me, part of the joy of reading at all is the feeling of a book in my hands, the smell of book binding, and the thought that I am supporting someone else’s creativity. I understand that the switch to e-books really is only changing the form of the book in question, but what worries me is the inevitable change in how books are sold. What is to stop all of the mom and pop bookshops from closing their doors in the wake of this phenomenon? How could they possibly compete with downloadable, cheaper versions of these same books that currently fill their shelves? If I were to ever win the lottery (first I would have to PLAY the lottery, but that's not my point…) I have always wanted to open a little bookstore. There is no place that feels more cozy and comfortable than a small, individually owned bookstore – not a huge three-story megamall Barnes and Noble. What makes me sad is that these places might soon go by the wayside if the Kindle or the Nook has anything to say about it.
I guess in a lot of ways this makes me old fashioned. I love my laptop, I couldn’t live without my cell phone or digital cable and all the other technological advances that we didn’t have when I was a kid, but doing away with real, tangible books is something I am just not willing to do. A few months ago I had to take a guided tour of the Miller Nichols library on the campus of UMKC and during the tour, the librarian told us that the new multimillion dollar addition would include the technology to request a book at a kiosk and that book would be “fetched” so to speak, by this new system, and handed to you at the circulation desk. Huh??? What it means, basically, is that you would never have to actually go rummage around the shelves for books because there is now a computerized robot to do it for you. Amazing. And sad. I worry that all of these so called advances will mean my children will never get the joy of searching the shelves of their favorite library or bookstore for that perfect book. Or the surprise of looking for one particular book and instead finding three others they like even more just because they happened to be on the same shelf. I get upset when I think that they might never know the feeling I get when I open Huckleberry Finn or To Kill a Mockingbird for the 257th time and look at the folded corners of the pages, or see places where I’ve underlined favorite passages or written in the margins.
The bookshelves in my home are full of books that are meaningful to me in some way or another. Sure, I have my share of old textbooks and poetry collections, but I also have books that belonged to family and friends who are no longer with me – these are the things I plan to pass to my own girls, just as I hope I can pass my love for reading those books. They are concrete, real evidence of how much their family relied on stories and books for more than just entertainment, and that is something an e-book will never be able to give them.
