I had a conversation the other day with a co-worker about e-books. It started off on the topic of libraries and their reluctance to get into the sharing business. Now, apparently, there is a little more to this situation than I knew about - for instance, many publishers will not grant libraries licenses to e-books. Here's an article on the topic:
http://www.insidehighered.com/blogs/library_babel_fish/a_library_written_in_disappearing_ink
But then the conversation turned to pondering how e-books and recent technology will change how many writers construct their stories and novels. Or even how playwrights will write their scripts. If any of you are familiar with Annie Baker, I think her dialog is a remarkable depiction of present-day language for an internnet-consumed generation.
But after a bit of internet surfing, I came across this story about how Rick Moody wrote a short story on twitter:
http://blogs.wsj.com/speakeasy/2009/11/30/are-tweets-literature-rick-moody-thinks-they-can-be/
Of course, critics were all over it, refusing to acknowledge it as an actual short story. My response? See the title of this blog. Ernest Hemingway was light years ahead of all of us.
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