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October 7, 2011 5:40 pm
Towards the end of last year it became apparent that the Stourton household was heading for a book crisis. My wife and I both brought substantial collections into our marriage. I get a steady stream of review copies and manuscripts from friends and acquaintances hoping for endorsements. She makes factual television programmes and is often sent books by aspiring producers and presenters. I am incontinent when the urge to buy a new hardback novel comes upon me, and she reads incredibly quickly. All these factors had conspired to fill our shelves. The books had become Triffid-like, taking over our home and lives. Something had to be done.
So, almost a year ago, in this paper, I took these vows: “My resolution is that for 12 months I shall buy no new books and shall limit my leisure reading to books already in my library. There are bound to be professional reasons for bending the rule from time to time. But if I devote myself to our existing collection I might learn something about myself and my family ... I shall catch up with some of the friends’ books which have been neglected, and I shall attack the many review copies that still have a marker stuck somewhere in the first couple of chapters ... ”
I also – partly at the instigation of the editors at the FT, and very much through gritted teeth – promised to try an e-reader. It might, we thought, be one solution to the overstuffed shelves. And I said I would report back on my reading habits, both paper-based and electronic.
Eleven months on, abstinence from new book buying has proved one of the hardest challenges I have ever undertaken – far tougher than giving up alcohol (which I have had to do on reporting trips to Saudi Arabia) or any Lenten effort I have made to deny myself some pleasurable form of food. It means avoiding what in Catholic teaching are known as “occasions of sin”. Bookshop windows become bright bordellos of temptation, and a walk down Piccadilly (Hatchards and a huge Waterstone’s within yards of one another) is like some Homeric trial of will.
I also realised that I had to stop myself reading the review sections of the weekend papers. On Saturdays and Sundays, I find that my eyes naturally slide away from the heavyweight political commentaries I ought to be reading for work purposes and on to the books pages, and giving into that temptation is one of my great weekend pleasures – not, in normal circumstances, a very grave sin. But a glowing review of a new book by one of your favourite authors is simple torture when you cannot buy it.
I did, I confess, find some inventive “professional reasons for bending the rule”.
The most pleasurable was a serendipitously timed invitation to chair the judges of the Desmond Elliott Prize for a first novel. I had to finish 10 books over a period of six weeks or so – enough to satisfy my new book lust for a while and, of course, the books were sent to me for free, so I could add them to our crowded shelves without feeling guilty about breaking my vow. On the other hand, they were extremely good (I recommend Anjali Joseph’s Saraswati Park, the winner, and, the other two finalists, Boxer, Beetle by Ned Beauman, and Pigeon English by Stephen Kelman), so the experience also made me feel antsy about all the other new writing I was denying myself.
The other excuse I found to break my vows was associated with a Pyrenean trek. This summer I took part in a four-day commemorative hike in the footsteps of second world war escapers and evaders (I am making a BBC Radio 4 series on the subject). The experience opened a door on to such a fascinating chapter of history that it is growing from a radio series into a book project and I have begun to read some of the memoirs written by those who made the journey “for real” during the dark days of the Nazi occupation of France.
These tales were popular in the 1940s and 1950s, when memories of the war were still vivid, and some of them – such as George Millar’s Maquis and Horned Pigeon – are still classics. Others are out of print and, rootling around on Amazon and AbeBooks, I discovered that you can buy first editions and early reprints for really not very much money. So I have been buying like crazy.
It is almost impossible for people of my age or younger to manage the imaginative leap required to get inside the minds of those who made that journey some seven decades ago. But reading what they did in a book printed close to the time of their exploits helps. There is a period feel to these early editions that takes you closer to those who wrote them.
‘The Quiet American’ leaves me as awestruck as when I first read it. How can anyone do so much with so few words?
All of this has restricted the reading time I have been able to devote to our existing collection of books – the only one of my vows I was really looking forward to. I began by revisiting Evelyn Waugh and Graham Greene, and honesty compels me to admit that I have got no further. Indeed, I find that I am in no great hurry to get further. Waugh’s Sword of Honour trilogy has restored to me the youthful pleasure of laughing loudly at a book in public places, while Greene’s The Quiet American, my current bedside companion, leaves me as awestruck as I was when I first read it as a teenager. How can anyone do so much with so few words?
Here is a cheerful conclusion: on the basis of the experiment to date I am persuaded that, if I have to, I can go on re-reading my existing library without ever getting bored – I estimate I have enough good literature in the house to last me for the rest of my life.
So why bother with an e-reader? Well, a promise is a promise. I bought my Kindle in April. It was a purchase made without pleasure and for weeks it lay unopened in its Amazon box – a sullen presence sulking on my desk. Only when the BBC sent me on assignment to investigate corruption in the nations of the former Soviet Union was I galvanised into powering it up.
It was one of those reporting trips that really test your physical stamina. There were several days of frantic scurrying around Moscow collecting interviews, followed by an overnight sleeper to Kazan, the capital of Tartarstan. The drunken Russian oil engineer who shared my compartment thought he spoke English but he was mistaken; the unbroken miles of birches that flashed passed as we rattled through that night seemed never-ending as he fired out words that never quite added up to a coherent sentence. Then there was a complicated sequence of flights to Ukraine, more journeys in cramped taxis, and finally a long flight home. I spent quite a lot of time hanging around in the antechambers of the rich and the powerful waiting for interviews. Easy access to reading material is essential to staying sane on such a trip.
The Kindle passed this test with flying colours; indeed, it proved itself the ideal reporter’s companion. It is light and a convenient size – you can just about stuff it into a jacket pocket. Downloading a book takes seconds (if you have an Amazon account, you pay almost without noticing the transaction, which can be dangerous). It never ran low on power, flashing cheerfully into life whenever I needed a distraction.
By the time I reached Kiev I had discovered that I could buy newspapers wirelessly, and I used the Kindle to read them over breakfast in a floating hotel on the Dnieper river. Even my producer, a battered paperback man, was impressed. My conversion – and I sense this is a common experience among those who have taken the plunge – was swift but far from complete.
The first book I read on the Kindle was The Book Lover’s Tale, a psychological drama about a bibliomaniac gone to the bad. A failed writer, he makes his living by putting together libraries for rich men; his revenge for disappointment is to seduce the clients’ wives. The novel is, in part, a hymn to the seductive power of the book as a physical object. The (anti) hero loses his virginity in the basement of a second-hand bookshop in Soho, where “the smell of dust on old pages filled my lungs and my nose, mixing with the smell of her cheap lipstick, and the taste of chewing gum and cigarettes on her breath”.
If I like a book on Kindle, I‘ll almost certainly buy a hardback copy too
I might have chosen The Book Lover’s Tale to begin my e-book life out of a sense of irony – in fact, I did so because the book is my eldest son Ivo’s second novel. Its publication coincided with my purchase of the Kindle and I have, of course, bought several hardback copies as well as the e-book. My bibliomania is still at the benign stage; I love having books about me so I can look at them, revisit them and (sometimes) share them. The way Ivo writes about books has hurried me to a conclusion I would have anyway reached before long; if I buy and like a book on Kindle, I shall almost certainly buy a hardback copy too. So I shall end up spending more money, not less, as a result of the e-book revolution.
It is just possible, however, that the e-reader will kill the paperback; I have done my Waugh and Greene reading with old paperbacks and, handsome as those Penguin covers are, there is no denying that they are, at best, fragile. The Kindle is remarkably resilient. During our summer holiday in France, our dog leapt out of the lake and thwacked mine – it was lying on the picnic rug – with a wet paw; he inflicted no damage at all. So if I need to buy a new copy of The Quiet American before I finish rereading it (quite possible, given the signs of strain on the spine of my venerable copy), I can imagine downloading it rather than buying a new paperback.
But Kindle’s recent advertising carries one of the silliest boasts I have ever read: it can store 3,500 books. Assuming I live for another 25 years (which would take me to my late seventies), I would need to read 2.6 books a week to reach that total. More to the point, what possible sense would it make to substitute a thin grey slate-like object that I might forget on the Tube for the groaning shelves of the beautiful and instructive artefacts that adorn my house?
I am keeping my Kindle but I am giving up my vows of abstinence. I have started reading the reviews again and have already drawn up a list of hardbacks I would like to buy. I am off to the shops for a bender.
We shall just have to find more room somewhere.
Edward Stourton is a writer and broadcaster. His most recent book is ‘Diary of a Dog Walker: Time Spent Following a Lead’ (Transworld)
DIGITAL DILEMMA: I want an e-book for Christmas – or a traditional hardback
In the busy book-selling weeks before Christmas, e-books are expected to account for 10 per cent of sales, up from less than 3 per cent a year ago, according to Philip Jones, deputy editor of The Bookseller magazine, writes Maria Howard.
He says: “The state of publishing is very similar to how the music industry was 10 years ago when it was on a ‘tipping point’ between dropping CD sales and the digital revolution.”
The leaders in the e-reader market are Apple’s iPad tablet device and Amazon’s dedicated e-reader, the Kindle. In October 2009, when the Kindle launched in the UK, it sold for £175 but now costs from £89, making it a much cheaper rival to Apple’s iPad 2 (starting at £399). Amazon’s own tablet, Kindle Fire, goes on sale in the US next month at $199.
Current bestseller lists for print and digital books look similar, with the exception of cookery books, which sell far better as mouthwatering hardbacks with glossy photography than as downloads. Romantic comedies and crime fiction are the most popular genres across both formats, with David Nicholls’ One Day and Lee Child’s The Affair appearing near the top of the lists this week.
Many classic books whose copyright has expired, such as the complete works of Charles Dickens, can now be downloaded free as e-books.
E-book readers can expect innovations as technology improves further. One of the latest variations is reading to a soundtrack: a new service from Booktrack, for instance, provides e-books with film-inspired sound effects. One of its first offerings is Sherlock Holmes – accompanied by screams and suspense-building music. The “smart” soundtrack also learns to match your reading speed.
The next big UK e-event will be the launch of Google’s e-bookstore, already open in the US, which offers sales through independent booksellers. The shops’ own websites take a commission for sending customers to the Google store, although its e-books are incompatible with the Kindle.
Reassuringly, Jones says that many of us can still expect to receive traditional hardback books as gifts this Christmas: “Publishers are making an effort to make book covers look more attractive. Giving an e-voucher just isn’t the same and people still prefer to give a hardback that can be wrapped.”
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