Thursday, February 26, 2009

To borrow a phrase from Andrew Sullivan...

...Poseur Alert:

Stout is a collector in the best sense of the word. Though he joked that he began acquiring books when he realized he’d never have a 401k, it is probably more accurate to say that Stout is in complete thrall of the smell of ink, the feel of paper, the intellectual and physical heft of the literary object, the near-indiscernible sound of the turning of pages.
Intellectual heft?

Incidentally, there needs to be a ban on a) articles mourning the decline of print media, b) references to how print media smells, and c) smug-ass bragging about what a special appreciation one has for print media.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Having escaped from the grips of Dying Print Media at the last possible minute before it all went completely to Hell, I second that emotion. Honestly, books don't smell that great. And you come home with filthy hands.