Originally Posted by Walt
So what is the web site?
I agree with everything said here. There is something about the smell and feel of an old book that can't be duplicated. I've got several leather bound editions that I'll pick up and started reading just so I can feel and smell them
i am reminded of one of my favorite scenes from the old buffy the vampire slayer episodes from 1997(?) in which Giles, a stuffy stuttering british librarian, argues with Jenny, a techno-pagan hip to the up and coming "world wide web", about his distrust of computers
: Honestly, what is it about them that bothers you so much?
: The smell.
don't smell, Rupert.
: I know. Smell is the most powerful trigger to the memory there is. A certain flower, or a-a whiff of smoke can bring up experiences long forgotten. Books
smell musty and-and-and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer is a - it, uh, it has no-no texture, no-no context. It's-it's there and then it's gone. If it's to last, then-then the getting of knowledge should be, uh, tangible, it should be, um, smelly
incidentally, in this episode, jenny was scanning all the ancient books
into her computer. one of the books was a "prison" for a demon, and when scanned, the demon escaped into the www and wreaked havok, making all computers vessel's for the demon's influence. kitschy.
i tend to agree with giles. a book becomes a friend. starts new and uncreased. but after reading through, creases form, pages tear, bindings break. the friend is no longer afraid to reveal the imperfections caused by the consequence of tactile contact. hands form to the book, the book forms to the hands. and years later, the reunion of book to hands (and nose!) awakens the memory.
but what do i know... i watch buffy the vampire slayer.