Showing posts with label e-books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label e-books. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

But Is it a Book?

Guanaguanare said...
Just found this post, Louis. You are making me VERY interested...that e-book feature sounds great! Please tell us more as you explore it.

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Two internet friends, Ric and "Guanaguanare" who are serious bibliophiles recently indicated their strong interest in, but some reservations about the iPad as an e-book reader. Knowing that these two very cultured gentlemen do not read books only for their content but as a sensual experience as well, savoring the feel of the book, its binding, its entire provenance, I decided to take my iPad for a "road test" today, to see how it measures up, not just as a reading device, but as a book, as they might regard a book and as I used to, and still do, myself.

I took my iPad with me to the doctor's office today. I would see if it would withstand the challenge from the vivid illustrated covers of the usual magazines in a doctor's office, assuming that they still had covers. To see if in spite of being an electronic gadget without the warmth of a bound book it would provide enough of a sustainable booklike experience to resist the easy, short articles better suited to the distractions and anxiety of a medical waitingroom than a book. I also assumed that wifi would not be available there so I wouldn't be tempted to use any of the myriad other capabilities of the iPad, so it would be a book and nothing else but a book.

My electronic bookcase contains just two books at the moment: James Joyce's Ulysses and Winnie the Pooh. Just in case you are wondering about my literary taste, let me say that Winnie the Pooh comes pre-loaded with every iPad, a manifestation of executive power, its inclusion being the personal decision it seems of Apple's CEO Steve Jobs himself, who happens to like Winnie the Pooh. And while at first I wondered about his choice, I recalled that Winnie is prized highly by the eminently erudite Ric who wrote a blog about his delight in it:

http://richernandez.wordpress.com/2009/12/25/my-pooh-christmas/

It turns out that those two books were a good selection.

Winnie the Pooh showed off the capability of the iPad to render illustrations beautifully and faithfully, in color, equal to the printed book.



Ulysses could be enjoyed as I would have done with the printed book, flipping back and forth between virtual pages very naturally with my finger, not with a button or from a menu.



Without interrupting the flow of the book, with a press of my finger I could call up the meaning of any of its numerous unusual words or highlight with a virtual yellow highlighter any remarkable passage I might want to return to. But, while I would normally cringe at defacing a book, those markings can be completely deleted. I could also select passages for pasting into a document.


The iPad nestled comfortably on my lap as I read, again, just like a book, and didn't get hot like a laptop. The pages seemed to have the tint and texture of paper and they seemed to curve realistically inward towards the spine of the book. The black frame of the screen around the three-dimensional representation of the leaves of the book disappeared from one's consciousness, leaving nothing but the impression of holding a real book.

Adding a leather jacket to the iPad, which I intend to do, will be the final touch that makes it easy to achieve that "willing suspension of disbelief" (Coleridge) in this case to immerse oneself as fully in an e-book as one would in a bound book with paper pages. In a doctor's office as in bed.



I cannot imagine anyone taking a beautiful but hefty bound "Complete Works of William Shakespeare" to bed to read one of his sonnets, but one might be tempted to cosy up with a slender iPad.

Monday, April 5, 2010

The iPad That Came to Dinner




The iPad that Came to Dinner

A guest at Easter dinner tonight brought the iPad he had purchased the day before when iPads first went on sale. It caused almost as much excitement as the new baby he and his wife had brought along.

I had decided to wait until the 3G model becomes available in two or three weeks, but after getting my hands on this iPad, it’s going to be very hard to restrain myself from going to the Apple store tomorrow and getting my own non-3G model.

I tried out its capability as an e-reader. Like most people who have delighted in books, real books, I have been cool to the idea of e-books, until tonight. Just wait until you realize that the pages not only turn with your fingertip, just as with a printed book, but the page will even stop in mid-curl if you stop “turning” it. You can leaf back and forth, just as with a real book, no buttons or commands involved. There is the feeling that you just can’t cosy up to an e-book in bed or wherever, but in its leather case, the iPad felt just as sensuous as a bound book, and along with that realistic page turning, the absence of buttons or keys or a menu, it’s easy to forget that this is an electronic device. And when you are ready to put it down on your bedside table, the case closes with an adieu just like the cover of a book.

In addition to having the feel and manners of a bound book, the iPad is capable of adjusting the size of the text and the brightness of the page to suit one’s physical needs, an important consideration for declining eyesight or restrictions in one’s environment such as a partner who would rather sleep or in, say, a situation with no ambient light. I could even adjust the text so that I could read without my eyeglasses. It should put the joy back into reading for anyone for whom the act of reading is becoming or has become somewhat uncomfortable.

At the end of dinner the owner produced his iPad claiming that it wanted to say “Goodbye” to me. Well, it almost said “Goodbye” to its owner instead. But I knew I couldn’t run away with it fast enough, and besides he knows where I live.

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