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The Future of Books



What will books look like 50 years from now? We have seen quite a change in the way books are read in the past 15 years or so. More and more people are reading with ereaders of one brand or another.  When my novel came out this summer, the ebook came out first with the paperback to come out in October. It wasn’t my choice; that’s the way the publisher wanted to do it, and  that was okay. But a lot of my friends told me that they would be waiting for the paperback. “I just can’t read on one of those things,” I heard over and over. That is fine with me. I just want people to read my book. I don’t care how they read it.

There are certainly advantages to ebooks over conventional books. They are less expensive. One device can carry hundreds of books. On the other hand, I find, and I know there are others who will agree with me, that paper books are easier on the eyes. Nevertheless, this may be viewed as a generational divide as I suspect ebooks are more likely to be favored by younger readers.  If that’s the case in 50 years when all of the older generation is gone one would think that would also be the end of the traditional book.  Perhaps. Or perhaps people will quit reading altogether and simply listen to audio books. Or perhaps there will be some other technology. Perhaps people of that time will simply take a pill and all the words will just be absorbed into their brains.

50 years ago if you had asked anyone what they thought about the possibility of electronic books they would have told you that they already had electronic books, they were called movies and television. It is hard to predict how technology will change the future. People have been trying to do it for decades and, with a few exceptions, the results are not good. People either can’t imagine change and assume things will stay pretty much the same, or they over-predict (We will have colonies on the Moon and Mars by 1990!)

So with poor track record of predictions in mind, let me predict some things about books in 2068. First: I probably won’t be reading anything by then. Second: I think there will still be people who like to read physical pages. Perhaps those pages won't be on paper, maybe they will be on some other yet to be invented material. And they may not be the majority of book readers. It may be relegated to the few quirky people like me who like to use chopsticks in Chinese restaurants, or people who like to learn Latin, just because. Third: I expect audiobooks will gain a larger share of the market, perhaps even the largest. Not just because of the convenience while doing other tasks, but because people are lazy and getting lazier. They are always looking for ways to get out of doing . . . well anything really. Technology has gradually made life easier over the past 200 years. But in the past 30 years it has accelerated and we increasingly find ourselves being glued to a screen of some sort. You are reading this blog on a screen now. I typed this on a computer. I remember writing stories on a typewriter and even writing things in long-hand. Don’t get me wrong, it’s much easier now (please don't sent me back to writing on a manual typewriter!) But maybe that’s the point, everything is easier now. Maybe we want everything to be too easy.

Anyway, I hope printed books are around 50 years from now. To me it lends a sense of connectedness when you are touching the printed page. Whatever form they are in, books will survive. There will always be something magical about being carried away with a story aided by your own imagination.

(My novel Star Liner, is now available as an ebook through Copypastapublishing.com, or the other usual online sources. For those who like to turn physical pages, the paperback will be out in October).


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