Like, imagine if we decided that books older than five or ten years were suddenly not worth reading
I can’t even get anyone I know to try reading Hail Mary before watching the inevitably less satisfying movie, and these are educated people who like science fiction, and the book was written exactly for today’s readers with shorter chapters.
Rates are falling, the book may go the way of the radio. Not gone, just not shaping society like it used to.
Welcome to getting old in the new millenium, where the things you loved are still kept fresh and can be still seen all over the internet, yet they are still… inextricably, old. I do not know what the next generation’s idea will be of intellectual development, but if it follows the patterns of history, likely we will hate it. With a deep, burning fire in our aching bones.
Language changes. Culture changes. Some things stick around as long as they need to, others don’t stick around for long enough.
I’m coincidentally listening to Beethoven’s symphony no 9, recorded in 1970, long before I was born. Admittedly, I don’t understand German, nor can I follow all the intricacies of the writing and performance, I just wanted to listen to the most legit version of Ode To Joy I could find and love the Decca Phase 4 Stereo recordings.
I have hope for the future, but I also think that society will fracture infinitely, and that’s kind of beautiful - like the universe expanding and contracting over and over, we observe patterns at all levels in nature. We are but somewhat non self aware observers, participants along for the ride.
I can’t even get anyone I know to try reading Hail Mary before watching the inevitably less satisfying movie, and these are educated people who like science fiction, and the book was written exactly for today’s readers with shorter chapters.
Rates are falling, the book may go the way of the radio. Not gone, just not shaping society like it used to.
https://www.arts.gov/stories/blog/2024/federal-data-reading-pleasure-all-signs-show-slump
Welcome to getting old in the new millenium, where the things you loved are still kept fresh and can be still seen all over the internet, yet they are still… inextricably, old. I do not know what the next generation’s idea will be of intellectual development, but if it follows the patterns of history, likely we will hate it. With a deep, burning fire in our aching bones.
Language changes. Culture changes. Some things stick around as long as they need to, others don’t stick around for long enough.
I’m coincidentally listening to Beethoven’s symphony no 9, recorded in 1970, long before I was born. Admittedly, I don’t understand German, nor can I follow all the intricacies of the writing and performance, I just wanted to listen to the most legit version of Ode To Joy I could find and love the Decca Phase 4 Stereo recordings.
I have hope for the future, but I also think that society will fracture infinitely, and that’s kind of beautiful - like the universe expanding and contracting over and over, we observe patterns at all levels in nature. We are but somewhat non self aware observers, participants along for the ride.