Feb 4 2009

Even people comfortable with the disappearance of traditional book reviews don't get the advantages of web reviews

From Book reviews continue inevitable migration to web, via Harvard University Press:

“Some bloggers have pointed out that book reviews inevitably will migrate to the Web,” Brauchli said. “Reviews online are no doubt easier to find. Putting them online also shortens the distance between reading a review and buying a book, which surely is a good thing for authors and the book trade.”

While continuing to publish book reviews in other sections of the print edition, he told the critics the Washington Post would also develop a well-indexed Book World site online.

The article ignores or doesn’t realize the most important part of reviews’ migration to the web: actual discussion. Washington Post Book World, like other voice-of-God printed book reviews, ends with its own final period. Meanwhile, reviews online—whether those by newspapers posted with comment forms below them or on Amazon—let people thrash on their ideas, collectively, about any book, whether it’s brand new or centuries old.

It’s frustrating as some people mourn the loss of Book World and other Sunday book review inserts (I do too, don’t worry). Books got reviewed and discussed and promoted before newspapers, and they’ll get reviewed and discussed and promoted without newspapers. And while it’s arguable that no single review will ever match the elegance of one of the better stand-alone New York Review of Books pieces, collectively being able to find multiple reviews and compare them to one another—the excellent ones and the piddling ones—will lead readers to the best books. That, not necessarily Book World.


Jan 23 2007

Let's trot out the NEA study on reading again

A private school librarian writes in Sunday’s Washington Post that kids aren’t reading and that, in turn, the professional purpose of English teachers and librarians is disappearing. First a snippet, and then a critique of this argument that shows up once a year in every general interest publication:

Typically, many people in my line of work no longer have the title of librarian. They are called media and information specialists, or sometimes librarian technologists. The buzzword in the trade is “information literacy,” a misnomer, because what it is really about is mastering computer skills, not promoting a love of reading and books. These days, librarians measure the quality of returns in data-mining stints. We teach students how to maximize a database search, about successful retrieval rates. What usually gets lost in the scramble is a careful reading of the material.

[. . .]

Conventional wisdom has it that teenagers don’t read because they’re too busy. Only after high school, sometime midway through college, do young adults reconnect with their childhood love of reading and make books their partners for life. I don’t think so anymore. The 2004 Reading at Risk report by the National Endowment for the Arts concluded that literary reading was in serious decline on all fronts, especially among the youngest adults, ages 18 to 24, whose rate of decrease was 55 percent greater than that of the total adult population.

1. Despite its popularity as a starting point in the reading crisis discussion, the NEA study is deeply flawed (not to mention self-serving). Its scope is a mere twenty years, from 1982 to 2002, with a third survey in 1992. It doesn’t allow for comparison of other decades affected by technological change. It takes as a given that literary reading declined in each of the intervening years—forcefully implying, without evidence, that the trend from 2002 onward will be down, as was the trend from the Renaissance to 1982.

2. The study and literary apologists like the librarian above assume that literary activity is synonymous with reading literature, which is b.s. The health of the literary life is measured not just in books read but in conversations had and letters and articles read about books, in events attended, in one’s own writing. I don’t doubt that fewer people are reading Dickens and Austen. But more people are discussing Dickens and Austen than ever before, and literature is healthier for it.

3. No one is in a position to speculate what kids fifty years ago thought about the books they read, or whether kids fifty years ago who read as kids went on to read as adults, or vice versa. We don’t have the data. There is no golden age of reading to cite. And there’s certainly no evidence that a society that reads Big Books is a saner or less violent or more just society. (Heck, Thomas Jefferson’s vaunted literacy didn’t keep him from turning the presidential campaign of 1800 into the filthiest in American history.)

4. Librarians have traditionally been information managers. And information used to be more exclusive, a lot less manageable when there were just books and musty rooms. I couldn’t tell you when librarianship became conflated with literacy education—perhaps with the creation of the public library system. But it’s not the primary job of librarians or English teachers to get young people interested in reading literature. (That’s the job of writers and other readers!) Librarians do have an advocacy role, but they can’t be expected to advocate to teenagers on behalf of an entire medium. And English teachers are responsible for the development of students’ capacity to appreciate and use the English language—a task that necessarily involves great literature. The job description is “teach the language, broadly and deeply, to our kids, because broad, deep knowledge of language results in a better person.” The job description is not “convince our kids to read literature.”

Anyway, that’s enough for now. What do you all think? Am I off my rocker?


Oct 13 2006

1913 Washington Post article on boy who ran away from home to see his baseball heroes, and a letter to the editor by my great grandfather

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Okay, this is good. So apparently in 1913 a Washington ten-year-old boy named Granville Dickey ran away from home, hopped a train to Charlottesville where the then-Washington Nationals were practicing, and lived for two days with a UVa. student he befriended at the train station while checking out his beloved baseball players. Dickey even asked manager Clark Griffith if he could be a bat boy. The creepiness of an “attractive” ten year old sleeping in a dorm room with a college student aside, Granville Dickey’s safe return is lauded by the Washington Post as the first recovery of runaway that was aided by the new technology of telephony. Kinda neat.

The Post, in an editorial, also argues that proper punishment for Dickey is to be banned from attending the Nationals’ opening game in Washington, to which my (very) great grandfather wrote:

Editor Post: In your editorial “The Lost Boy Found” in this morning’s Post you end up with the sentence, “He should be kept from the opening game of the baseball season,” referring, of course, to the Dickey boy. Mr. Editor, in all my life I have never yet heard of such downright cruelty, such meanness to a fan, nor do I think that history recalls through all the ages as great a punishment to man, woman, or child as you propose to mete out to young Dickey. My dear sir, if you really want to punish the little fellow, go take him out to Fort Myer and let the cavalry run over his body; if he still lives, burn his little feet, singe his eyebrows, chop off his fingers; but refuse to let him see the opening game—never, never, never!

When you and I are gone, when the Capitol shall have crumbled to dust, when men will be reading newspapers from Mars, our boys will be walking the same path to Charlottesville, their dreams in the spring will be of Charlottesville, and their one great aim in life will be to see the opening game. Young Dickey has taught them the way to this wonderful little town. From now on we shall see a beaten track down in Virginia. Dickey has set a precedent, and nothing short of stopping the youngsters from seeing the opening game will keep their feet off this beaten track in the spring. Yours for the opening game.
IRVING M. GREY.
Washington, March 20.

Thanks to my aunt for digging up another instance of brilliant, public, questionably jokingly hyperbolic family writing. I’m hoping that’s my great grandfather’s sense of humor shining through and not, like, you know, syphilis.

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