Bonchurch, Isle of Wight,
Jasper E. Cropsey,
Interactive e-books? Hyperlinks? Enhanced, enriched experience?
Seems this is an avant-garde thing, where, if a reader runs across a reference to a bodhran, said reader may click on unobtrusive links and peruse a picture of said drum, read a brief precis of its history and development and/or listen to a thumpa-thumpa concert of someone beating and bashing one. Visual/audio footnotes, as it were.
Suddenly, the oft-heard whine that use of an obscure term tosses the reader out of the story takes on new (and possibly hypocritical) dimensions, doesn't it?
Assisted reading. No imagination necessary. Le dernier cri.
Whatever. Fine for those that like/want it and have the toys.
But what really throttled my thong was a chiding comment on the topic (from my usual source -- ie. someone, somewhere) to the effect that multimedia was so last year.
Which to my mind relegated the act of reading, traditional or otherwise, to having the latest style of packpack for kindergarten or the brand of must-have running shoe. That is, it's all about the latest, newest status whistles, baby, not the content. That one must learn to multi-task or die with dinosaurs.
Harumph. Also bollocks and balderdash.
I am, about books and reading, obviously, en retard, and decidedly derriere-garde.