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Lit Links: The fate of the bookcase

Friday, July 2nd, 2010

The book is dead! Long live the book!

Well, not quite.

We’ve been reading with interest the many opinions on the rise of the e-book and what it means for print. Our conclusion, reached over many slow Monday mornings and staff room coffees, is that e-books are fantastic. For the people who like e-books.

It’s not that we don’t like them. E-books are convenient in many different ways. I have access to thousands of free classic public domain books on my i-Phone. And very recently, Apple introduced iBooks, giving i-Phone and i-Pad owners the ability download thousands of books not in the public domain. (Although in many cases, your official Apple version of the latest Grisham will cost more than the paper version.) Any book. On your phone! This is the stuff we didn’t even dream of when we were playing Pong and Pac-Man because even now, it seems far-fetched to anyone over the age of 12.

Real books, though, can be magical in ways that a bunch of ones and zeroes probably cannot. For a bibliophile, a world without print is inconceivable! It would mean the denial of  pleasures like turning up a long wished-for rare book in a charity shop. Or running your hand over the smooth cover of a new paperback. Old book smell. New book smell. Deciding whether to crack, or to not crack the spine – with some books you simply must, and with others you never would.  And, god forbid, with only-ebooks as the medium for all those words, heavenly places like the famous second-hand book shop Shakespeare & Co in Paris would disappear. I don’t think I want to live in a world that would kill off Shakespeare & Co.

How will we collect our books together in a purely digital world? If you like books, you can’t tell me that this:

stirs you as much as this does:

Okay, I know that a bunch of hard drives versus one of the most amazing libraries in the world is not a fair comparison. And yes, there are now lots of places where you can create your own digital bookshelf online. ABCers have been spotted using Shelfari, and Goodreads is one of the best web 2.0 applications of the digital bookshelf I’ve seen. But can digital bookshelves ever come close to the dog-eared, crackle-spined eclecticism of the collections in our Ikea billies?

“In the age of the e-book, what will happen to bookshelves? How will we decorate our apartments? How will we judge our prospective partners?”

No books means no shelf-snooping! Perhaps we can replicate it by embeding flash drives full of books into the contents of curio cabinets, where the curios reflect our personal obsessions and interests in a way that we hope will show who we really are. Or perhaps we’ll retain our billies after all, “as display cases filled with only the books we valued enough to acquire and preserve in hard copy.” Many of us with tiny homes do this already. But I don’t believe that booklovers with even the tiniest appartments in Amsterdam will ever give up on ink.  People who love books will buy books, and the people who love reading will probably buy both e-books and real ones. There will always enough people who like the tactile, olfactory pleasure of reading a ‘proper’ book to keep real books alive.

At ABC, we believe in real books. That’s why we’re investing in Europe’s very first Electronic Book Machine, which will debut in our Amsterdam store this September. We see a future for the bookshelf. How about you?

You are reading: a book about You

Friday, July 31st, 2009

Have you ever read a book, and each time you flipped the page you have the distant feeling that you recognize the story?

The more you read and the more you discover each character’s personality, you can’t help but notice that the main character has the same rebellious nature, black untidy hair and green eyes as you do. Just a scar (and a splash of magic, of course), and you will be his complete twin.

As the plot thickens, everything gets more and more familiar. It’s like every bit of the paragraph, each sentence and each word was written to tell your story. About your feelings, your thoughts, your ideas and lo! even your (bad) habits. That tanned-freckled-red haired, intelligent, independent individual is no less than you yourself. And that woman who ends up with loads of debts because of her shopaholic habit, really reminds you of your best friend.

The major difference is that this persona with your thoughts, feelings and ideas is sold as a New York Times bestseller. While you, the real person, will sadly remain as one of the other hundred-of-millions insignificant souls. Even if you point out the obvious relationship between you and Bridget Jones, probably you will receive an unconvinced smirk in return (although they do gossip about your friendly relationship with your boss).

Of course, I don’t have any statistical data on how many people are actually lucky (or unlucky) enough to find similarities between their humble selves and a best-selling character. But the next time you pick up that book from the shelf, do check if it is really Gandalf that you are about to read.

Or is it simply, you?

Presented to you by ABC customer Elvin Priyadi.

If you have an essay or a story about books you simply need to share with the rest of the world, please email it to us at blog@abc.nl.  We love your work, fiction and non-fiction!

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July 21st, 1969: Where were you?

Thursday, July 16th, 2009

When I was quite small, in the 70’s and 80’s I used to amuse myself on rainy days with the abundance of old books accumulated by my family over generations of hoarding.

One of my firm favorites was a mottled and musty-smelling encyclopedia from the early 1950’s that contained a glorious full-color two-page spread on the notion of space travel.

Space Travel! Then it was the stuff of Boys Own, or Modern Wonder magazines I’d found at my grandparents’ house. Here was a spacecraft, looking very much like a Looney Tunes rocket ship, bulbous, red and yellow with tail fins and one round, black porthole. And a space suit, green and abominable looking, more like the Michelin Man or Robbie the Robot than anything we’d recognise today. How quaint. How funny, I thought.  It was old news. I was born into a world where the impossible had already been accomplished and I complacently imagined that even more amazing things were just over the horizon.  

Now I wish, just a tiny bit, that I could have been there to see those fanciful pages from that dusty old hardback become a reality. How amazing, how magical and dream-like it must have been to watch the grainy images for the first time. No wonder some thought it was a hoax. I’ve often wondered how it must have felt to witness something so enormously portentous, but, sadly, nothing my parents have told me ever seemed to capture it well enough.

Did you witness the first moon landing? What were you doing that day? And how did you feel? We’d love to know. Share your stories in the comments!

The Singular Singel

Friday, August 22nd, 2008

Memories from ABC’s early days

Young and naieve, but very tenacious, Lynn Buller came to work at ABC Amsterdam in the early 70’s. She liked he place so much she ended up buying it, and has been with the company for almost all of its 36 years.

lynn.gifWhile driving into the city one fresh Monday morning, I chose an old route along the Singel canal. As I drove, I thought of all the addresses on this canal which have been important during my life in Amsterdam. The first one is the attic of Singel 46, where friends of friends gave me floor space, where I slept in a sleeping bag. While they listened to Radio Luxembourg, the illegal radio station, I read everything I could find. Someone had left behind a couple paperbacks by Jerzy Kosinski

After having read everything lying around for free, I went looking for a bookstore to work in, hoping to be able to read further at low cost.

Amsterdam was very mellow in the summer of 1972 – I wanted to stay awhile. (more…)

Can you judge a book by its….. trailer?

Wednesday, June 25th, 2008

book-trailer.jpgRecently an ABC staffer pointed out the recent phenomenon of Book Trailers. News to me - bookworms live in books, not trailers - but it interested me enough to get my nose out of a book and behind the computer to find out more.

I wanted to know what this phenomenon was exactly and Wikipedia helped me out once more: a book trailer is a video advertisement for new upcoming books. Aha, so what they already did for movies, now they are doing for books. Check!

Now it was time to see what was out there. (more…)

The Library, Willy Ley, And Me

Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

Written by George Berger, a longtime, loyal customer of the American Book Center in Amsterdam, for DAPPER. See also the review he wrote of Pushing Ice by Alastair Reynolds for the newsletter.

Carnegie Library I was born in Far Rockaway, New York City, the southernmost area of The Big Apple. Except for the Carnegie Library, my high school, and my many friends, it was an intellectual wasteland. It was built in 1906 and was stocked with good reading. As a youngster of 15 in 1957 my interests were technical-scientific and my mind was empty. Then I got a card for the “adult� section. I immediately became a bookworm.

The Carnegie had small but excellent Science Fiction (ground floor, left) and technology (first floor, center) sections. I quickly devoured Olaf Stapledon’s classics Last and First Men and Star Maker, Asimov’s Foundation trilogy, and Clarke’s The City and the Stars. A better introduction to SF was unthinkable at that time. These books turned me into a lifelong, devoted, SF reader. Thanks to this initiation I was able to take part in the development of modern SF into its current mature form. (more…)

NaNo 2007 update

Wednesday, November 21st, 2007

Last Original PlotKick-off at the ABC Treehouse on October 31st

by Lisa White.

For those who mistakenly believe NaNo to be an abbreviated version of the greeting derived from the Mork and Mindy Show, allow me to briefly explain the challenge behind the phrase. National Novel Writing Month is now an annual event taking place in November, whereby participants aim to complete a 50,000 word novel within that month – that’s just over 1600 words a day.

Yes….I know.

With this intimidating thought in mind I dodged the unimaginative Halloween outfits being paraded through town and made my way to the ABC treehouse for the NaNo’s Eve workshop with Lisa Friedman.

As a newcomer to the Amsterdam writing scene I found the thought of entering a room full of adrenaline-fuelled marathon writers a little daunting. (more…)

Which Holiday Is It Now?

Monday, November 19th, 2007

By Lynn Kaplanian-Buller, ABC’s owner

At the start of this month, November, I was in the US where I noticed that perfunctory Christmas decorations were already present in the airports, malls and overhanging main street.

Yesterday, returning from London, I asked the cabby why the city was so full in mid-November. “Christmas shoppers”, was his answer. Look at that – people with bags and bags.” At the hotel, I was cautioned to shut the door well behind me because ” As you know, it’s Christmas shopping season.” I didn’t know, and didn’t ask, if she was worried about thieves coming into the hotel to steal guest’s shopping bags, or whether the years of bombings at Christmas time are linked into the local psyche “Christmas = bombthreat”, which would be very sad. And probably realistic. The hotel where I stayed was just down the street from Euston station, scene of the July 2005 bombings. The cabby said that tube use has dropped since then, but it’s not particularly good for them – most people crawl back into their cars and pay to come into the charge zone of the city. I diverge…

I got to thinkng about our years-old policy at ABC of celebrating the holidays in sequence, not one over another. (more…)

What are your unread, ‘must read’ books?

Monday, November 19th, 2007

It’s the end of the month, I have no store credit left, my bank account stands at -97 cents and I need something to read. I can’t buy something to read; I have at least a hundred unread books in my attic. Many of these books are always on my ‘must get round to reading that soon’ list, but since fabulous new books appear on the ABC shelves all the time, and I am an incorrigable book slut,  I never get round to reading them. 

 Among the most yellowing and dusty books are: (more…)

The Buoy

Thursday, October 25th, 2007

crybaby“I swear,” say to the health visitor between sobs, “that if he doesn’t stop this soon, then one of us is going to get hurt.”

 

I was going to be a good mother. I had experience with toddlers and other small mammals. I was intelligent and patient, a nice person. I wasn’t expecting it all to be all sunshine and roses either; I knew that being a parent could be difficult, but there would be smushy kisses and tinkling laughter and delightful cooing. Babies sleep most of the time anyway, right?

Not quite. They ran out of cooing, laughing, sleeping babies at the hospital and they gave me the sort that cries for fourteen hours a day and takes up whining as a hobby the other ten. I am drowning in motherhood’s undertow. (more…)