I wandered down today to the Pine (AZ) Labor Day Festival- one of my favorite things at these summer fairs are the library’s used book sale. I wandered all the tables, and hit the jackpot on the last table, with Neil Gaimian’s Neverwhere and William Gibson’s Pattern Recognition.
Each one set me back 50 cents.
So one (I don’t know who…) might ask, what does the author get out of this book resale?
On the surface, at the moment, nothing. But that’s the most narrow economic viewpoint.
There is more value in me becoming a fan, inspired by these books to perhaps buy others through official channels, or to broadcast my love of the books to my contacts, who in turn may buy or redistribute. You have to think about networks and flow, not one time transactions.
And I love this portable technology. The battery life is incredible. And I get to use my mind to conjure up the imagery of the stories within.
As much as I love digital, there is sheer joy in thumbing through rows of books til one jumps out at you.