![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The internet scoops out the mind and mashes it into wet pulp, which is to say that it is the opposite of a novel, at least when the novel is working.īut the task of literature is to reflect (if never just replicate) even unliterary or anti-literary realities, on pain of irrelevance. Setting aside paper’s many sentimental attractions (gluey smell, physical heft, ample space for scribbling), to which I will admit I am susceptible, to read on what is so hideously called an “e-reader” is to concede that literature is continuous with the internet, that non-place where people go to look up one word, only to resurface lifetimes later, dazed and dead-eyed, twenty minutes into a video of someone popping pimples with a special implement. The closest thing I have to an inviolable principle is that it is a sacrilege to read a good book on a screen. No One Is Talking About This by Patricia Lockwood. ![]()
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