Friday, December 21, 2007

Oh, Nevermind

Just as I was speculating on the total democratization of all human knowledge, purple monkey dishwasher, the new New Yorker arrives with dire statistics on reading:
There’s no reason to think that reading and writing are about to become extinct, but some sociologists speculate that reading books for pleasure will one day be the province of a special “reading class,” much as it was before the arrival of mass literacy, in the second half of the nineteenth century. They warn that it probably won’t regain the prestige of exclusivity; it may just become “an increasingly arcane hobby.” Such a shift would change the texture of society.
So writers are becoming smarter at the very moment readers are getting dumber. Or something.

There's an irony here, but one I'm not yet ready to chew on.