Occasionally I am graced with a customer who doesn't just treat me like an baristabot and wants to engage in more than just meaningless banter about my day while they only have listen to my response. One of those customer is a computer techie names Justyn...not sure if he spells his name with a Y but to me he just seems more like a Justyn then a Justin. Justyn is a very well groomed man, crisp pants, shiny shoes, trimmed beard and stylish sunglasses. He is well spoken, polite and witty. All the things I ask for in good customers. We've had an ongoing debate for several encounters over the virtue of e-readers. Our last encounter left me deeply puzzled over the place of books in the new millennium. He said that he to can appreciate a good book and even owns a few 18th century 1st editions (!) but that he sees nothing beautiful in the mass produced, artless tombs currently rolled out of a factory that Chapters sells. Part of me conceded a point to him there, where is the art? Can we compare the individually bound books of the past to the mass produced paperbacks of today's bookstore. And if the content is truly all that matters then shouldn't I to succumb to getting an e-reader and store up to 20,000 books in one tiny machine rather then continue to let mountains of books take over my apartment.
Where is the art in modern book binding?
(I have not given up my POV that the tactile emotional response I get from touching, seeing and even smelling a book will ever be replaced by the sterility of and e-reader, although the portability of the e-reader may result in my purchasing one at later date)
Where is the art in modern book binding?
(I have not given up my POV that the tactile emotional response I get from touching, seeing and even smelling a book will ever be replaced by the sterility of and e-reader, although the portability of the e-reader may result in my purchasing one at later date)
