Welcome to Nightvale is a podcast. True.
Welcome to Nightvale is now a novel. Also true.
I have always loved radio broadcasts. True. In fact, I used to buy cassettes of old radio shows.
Print is a dying medium. Eh--dunno.
Here's the thing: Welcome to Nightvale, which I started listening to a few years back, now has a book--a physical, weighable book--out. A recent interview with the writers of said book mentioned the audio version.
As a fan of Nightvale, I can now either go a bookstore and purchase the book; I can go online and purchase the virtual book; I can go online and buy the audio book, which is essentially an extended podcast.
"You like books," Greg told me.
"I am trying to... it's just... I have a screen where I can read--"
"Books. You're the son of a printer."
"I'm the owner of an iPhone 6."
"You like books."
True. I have a lot of books in storage in Alabama, and it feels as if I've been castrated because those books are not with me. Those books are just there, sitting in boxes. And the thing about books is that they smell a bit, and the paper has a raspy sound, and the font declares itself.
"You read and you criticize the paper. Get the damn book."
"But I can just buy it online. Do I want it as a---"
"Get the book. The physical, actual book."
There is something magical about having a book. The pages turn. They feel crisp between the fingers, and they sound oh they sound like a release, a sigh, when they flip over to the next page. And G's right: the font is important. And he's right: paper. The weight, the texture, the....oh god, the kearning.
Books are not made for light carriage. They are things to be held, and considered, and contemplated.
"Just admit you don't like iBooks."
I'm old. My nuts are so low because my books are missing, and I've pretended for years that iBooks was a decent substitute.
It isn't. True
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