I know some writers consider Amazon.com’s electronic reader, the Kindle, to be the devil’s creation. Confession: I own one and love it.
I haven’t stopped buying books, mind you. I am proud to say that, this year, I bought almost all of my Christmas presents at Multnomah Village’s Annie Bloom’s Books. Independent bookstores supported me when I was last in print (about 137 years ago) and I’m proud to give back.
But I use the Kindle when I fly so that I don’t have to carry three or four novels.
Here’s something else: Every writer will tell you that when you print out a manuscript and edit from the hard copy, you catch more errors than you see on a computer screen. I don’t know why that’s true but it is.
Likewise, when Katy King and I went to Spain and Italy in September, I loaded an early draft of the sequel to “Crashers” onto my Kindle and read it while crossing the Atlantic. The device lets you leave notes as you read. It’s a 400-page novel and I found more than 200 things worth noting and, later, fixing. It ends up being an excellent editing tool.
I just finished another draft on Sunday. Today, I’ll load that onto Kindle and, since I have the day off, will curl up in the big chair, under the window looking out at the phalanx of trees that protect Multnomah Village, and do an editing run.
Kindle no more ruined books than the creation of the video-cassette recorder ruined Hollywood. Quite the opposite.