Every now and again, the ‘battle’ between ebooks and paper books rears its head again, in the columns of media outlets with slow news days on their hands. I think, as I have always thought, that it’s kind of silly, so I wrote a silly thing in response. If silly is your jam, I think you’ll enjoy it. 🙂
Ladieeees and Gentledudes! It’s here! What you’ve all been waiting for!
The stoush of the century, the showdown to beat all showdowns, the take-no-prisoners death match of all time!
In the red corner, we have the champion, the old faithful, the never-beaten, bastion of taste and quality, the protector of all that is good in storytelling, the… PRINT BOOK!
And in the blue corner, the upstart challenger, the take-on-all-comers, cheap and cheerful bringer of the apocalypse the… E-BOOK!
It’s going to be an epic battle, one for the ages, so settle in and…
The man with the microphone halted abruptly, startled into silence by a tug on his sleeve. He wouldn’t normally have been put off his stride by a trifle, but this was no normal tug. The hand on his sleeve was made of words. Or, more accurately, one word. The word ‘hand’, swelled in some places and twisted in others to make a workable finger and opposable thumb. It was supported by the word ‘arm’, elongated to cover the distance between him and the screen of the e-reader in the blue corner.
He rubbed his eyes, but the hand didn’t go away. Then he heard the voice again.
“I think you might be misrepresenting our relationship.”
There could be no mistake. The voice was coming from the e-reader.