Someone just sent me this link:
FT review of The Shallows
It was timely, because just this week I've been scolding myself for rarely settling down with a book these days when I can go online instead. I have a lot of lovely unread books lying around the house and I bought a few more this week. It's not just the demands of motherhood/life ... in the past I'd have fitted in considerably more reading "around the edges" than I do at present. Now, I tend to browse MN or eBay or FB or the Guardian ... etc etc ... while the books gather dust.
Well, that is a slight exaggeration; I do still get through a fair bit of addictive crime fiction -- it's the novels and interesting non-fiction that are ending up marginalized. Oh the shame. And in fact the irony, because I'd quite like to read this book but probably won't.
Two interesting excerpts from the review:
'The internet encourages distraction, interruption, dipping into one thing and sampling another. Through positive reinforcement and interactivity, the net, Carr says, ?turns us into lab rats constantly pressing levers to get tiny pellets of social or intellectual nourishment?. '
'Born in 1959, Carr straddles the book-dominated and web-dominated worlds and is at home in both. Members of his generation, he believes, have lived their lives as a ?two-act play,? consisting of an analogue youth and a digital adulthood. You could conclude that when the people educated after, say, 1990 die, there will be, in the strictest sense, no literary culture left to speak of. '