What’s that smell? Seriously now, what is that smell?
I love my Kindle? I use it to buy and read all sorts of books. I buy photography books on the Kindle reader, and read them on the IPad.
I love it, because it saves space, I don’t have to lug heavy books with me when I travel, and I don’t have the “It’s the books or me” kind of argument with my wife. I have been reduced to one bookshelf, and my heart bleeds.
Yeah, my poor heart bleeds for me.
On a more serious note, we have, in India, bookstores that belong to somewhat large chains. When you ask one of the sales people about a book, that look into their computer and tell you, “it is on shelf 3, middle rack, in the History section”, completely oblivious of the fact that the book is actually about geography.
While I am not against computers, I do think that sometimes they serve a devious purpose.
You see, when you then ask this salesman about the book, he replies thus.
“It is about, hmmm, (then he tells you the title of the book”, and beams at you.
You ask, “Yes, but do you think it is well written?”
He replies, “Hummm… It is written by…”. Then, he points towards the author’s name and reads out his name
You ask, “Why is it in the history section? It is a book about geography.”
He replies, “Humm….. the computer assigned it to this section… I don’t know why. As per the computer code, it goes there – in the history section.” He then beams again..
These chaps have actually given their brains over to the algorithms written by the programmers of Google or some such company.
And then, there are book stores, like the one pictured above where the owners know their books. They know where the books are. They call you back when they order and get a book for you.
We do have such bookstores in Delhi. Sadly, they are a dying breed.
But, you see, when you enter such bookstores, they draw you in with their smell. The smell of books that are resting in a place where they belong, a smell of books that know that they are loved and respected.
Do you ever get that smell?