THE Guardian was asking a few days back: Will you ditch print and read books on an Apple 'tablet'?
My answer to that, both before and after the much-hyped device debuted, is a conflicted one. I love the physicality of books. I have hundreds of them, purchased from bookshops all over the US and Europe, and each one bears the additional imprint of the shelf on which I found it: this one buried in a cramped corner of English Books in Hamburg, this one discovered among the lazing cats at Twice Sold Takes in Seattle, this one bought after a leisurely try-before-you-buy read at The Tattered Cover in Denver, these from a massive haul at the Hay Festival, and those from the narrow aisles of the now shuttered Avenue Victor Hugo Books in Boston. I love the sheer act of holding one while sitting in a chair or propped up against pillows in bed; I love the satisfying feeling of progress and propulsion when turning their pages. I even love the spatial relations jigsaw exercise of packing them in boxes when it comes time to move, as we're doing now.
But I'm also an unabashed technology geek. The amazing stuff that can be done with ones and zeroes excites me on the same visceral level as books. The fact that I can automatically log and review the songs I've listened to over the past week, synchronize reams of contact information from my desktop computer to a pocket-sized mobile device, instantly record my precise latitude and longitude and embed that information in photos (shot without any of the concerns and complications that accompany film), browse hundreds of retailers to find the best price and most informative customer reviews without leaving my chair, route calls from three different countries to a single landline at practically no cost, and tally the time spent on freelance projects to the minute and invoice clients accordingly without once touching paper ... these are things that delight me to no end. I love the accessibility that digital information offers. I love the lack of physical clutter. I love, as in the case of upgrades, clicking a button on my mouse and having one set of features suddenly improved and augmented. I love the efficiency, the simplicity, the sleekness, the vastness, the possibility of it all.
eBooks represent the vexed point of convergence of these two aspects of my personality. Books without the teetering piles and crammed shelves. Books you can easily search for the passage you scribbled down on a sheet of paper and promptly lost. Books you can cover with marginalia (searchable, synchronizable) without actually defacing them. Books that can travel almost anywhere with you — an entire library's worth if you like. Books not subject to the indignity and injustice of falling out of print because some publisher deems them unprofitable.
Here is Orhan Pamuk's Snow on my iPod Touch, where it sits alongside The Captive by Marcel Proust, E.M. Forster's Howard's End, The Theory of Moral Sentiments by Adam Smith, and about fifty other titles:
When I later began reading Edwin A. Abbott's How to Write Clearly, downloaded for free on the Stanza e-reader app, also free, it took little more than a click to tweet it from within the app and thus open the potential for discussion:
(It shouldn't be hard to see that this particular title is neither a popular nor a controversial one. But it's the potential I'm concerned with, not this isolated instance that arose more out of curiosity than a desire to strike up a conversation about Abbott's pedantry.)
I'm aware of the multiple drawbacks of eBooks. Digital media is actually more fickle and transient than print, especially when encumbered by DRM. eBooks need to be read on a device that requires power, which can be inconvenient or even impossible at times. Loaning a book to a friend, if such a thing is even permitted by the software and the legal restrictions, invariably requires logins and sign-ups. The physicality — the act of page-turning, the act of serendipitous discovery — is missing. eBooks have thus far been more about content than presentation, and even that all-important content gets shortchanged from time to time.
The iPad, though, for all its shortcomings (which aren'tevenclose to the same shortcomings most fly-by-night pundits would have you believe), looks as if it approaches the sort of e-reading experience I've been waiting for: something that pays homage to the classic book-reading experience, with a traditional bookshelf view, a slick page-turning effect (á la Classics), and a functional design that feels right when held in your hands. A device that will let me comfortably read a full-color PDF version of the Times Literary Supplement each week, or Harper's each month, in a way that rivals their print counterparts. A platform that will open up literature to the integration of supplementary media that is unavailable in print — not just the integrated photos of W.G. Sebald, in other words, but also video and interactive elements. This is where my inner bibliophile and my inner technophile pop the cork and toast to the future.

As excited as I am about the arrival of the iPad and all it brings with it, to answer the question that the Guardian posed last week, no, I don't see myself ditching print entirely. I doubt I will part fully with print books during my lifetime. But, speaking only for myself, I can certainly foresee the iPad helping digital media to encroach on a domain that until last Wednesday belonged exclusively and unquestionably to print. I can see subscribing to an iPad-optimized (that optimization being key) daily newspaper such as the Guardian or the New York Times for a nominal fee. I can see buying a literary sensation or two — a Bolaño, a Littell — on the iBooks store, maybe even along with some favorites (Proust, Sebald, Nabokov, Barzun, Bellow) that I'd like to have with me at all times. I can see — and this is the bit that I find most enticing, because it's the point where searching and marginalia become most practical — requesting iBooks' ePub versions of books for review rather than print copies.
Until now no other device that I know of has made such a compelling case as to why any of these changes would present a significant advantage over more established methods. Which, I think, is as much a testament to the enduring singularity of print as it is to the ingenuity and potential of the iPad.
