vol. 10, num. 3 :: 2011.02.11 — 2011.02.24
Reading is an activity conducive to being snowed in or sunning by the lakeside or riding the train for the morning commute. What other activity (besides perhaps listening to music or napping) is so widely and wonderfully applicable? Reflections on reading and favorite books.
Confessions of a recent convert to the e-reader.
A defense of the book and, above all, the living Word.
How a book loyalist came to appreciate the company of an e-reader.
On the loss of love letters in a technological age.
Lessons from a writer, to a writer, transcend the boundaries of time and space.
An apologetic for the imaginative power of books over movies.
On the interaction between the stories on the page and the stories stuck between them.
A tribute to a formational book that still speaks wisdom after 115 years.
A mom looks back on her favorite books and ahead to her own daughter's young reading years.
A review of the young adult novel Sleeping Freshmen Never Lie by David Lubar.
A review of the book Losing My Cool: How a Father's Love and 15,000 Books Beat Hip-Hop Culture by Thomas Chatterton Williams.
A review of A.J. Jacobs' book The Year of Living Biblically: One Man's Humble Quest to Follow the Bible as Literally as Possible.
A shameless fanboy's reflection on books that help us believe.
Chronicling an English major's complicated relationship with books.
Roadtrip musings from wandering bookseller extraordinaire Byron Borger.
Lindsay Crandall recounts a liberated year of record-keeping.
Gregory Wolfe, editor of a print journal, on the merits and dangers of virtualization.
What happened was, I got the idea in my head –- and I could not get it out –-that college was just one more dopey, inane place in the world dedicated to piling up treasure on earth and everything. I mean treasure is treasure, for heaven’s sake. What’s the difference whether the treasure is money, or property, or even culture, or even just plain knowledge? … Sometimes I think that knowledge –- when it’s knowledge for knowledge’s sake, anyway –- is the worst of all…. I don’t think it would have all got me quite so down if just once in a while — just once in a while — there was at least some polite little perfunctory implication that knowledge should lead to wisdom, and that if it doesn’t, it’s just a disgusting waste of time! But there never is! You never even hear any hints dropped on a campus that wisdom is supposed to be the goal of knowledge. You hardly ever even hear the word “wisdom” mentioned!
in J.D. Salinger’s Franny and Zooey
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