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256 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 1989
Computers can check a manuscript’s spelling and grammar much more thoroughly than any human being can. What do editors do that computers can’t?Two editors discuss the latest horror novel and its selling potential:
“It’s the same old tripe,� she said� “Blood, devil-worship, blood, supernatural doings, blood, and more blood. It’s awful.�And what do the publishers think of good literature:
“But it sells,� said Ashley Elton.
“No New York publisher would touch it. It’s a thousand manuscript pages long. It’s not category. It’s literature. That’s the kiss of death for a commercial publishing house. They don’t publish literature because literature doesn’t make money.�But thrashing the publishing community is not enough to make a book, at least not a sci-fi book. The author went one step further. His hero, a young engineer Carl, creates a Cyberbook � an eReader � which he claims is the greatest invention since Gutenberg. This electronic gadget the size of a mass market paperback will revolutionize the publishing world. In the following snippet, Carl rhapsodizes about his creation:
“But if it’s so good…�
“That’s got nothing to do with it,� Lori said, almost crying.
“Who would buy a hardcover or a paperback,� Carl retorted, “when an electronic books will cost pennies?�Unfortunately for Carl, his friend Malzone was right. Hardly anyone in the novel wanted a publishing revolution. The printers and the warehouse workers, the truck drivers and the bookstores, the salespeople and the lumber industry � none of them wanted to be eliminated by cyberbooks, so they buried Carl’s invention � in fiction.
Malzone grunted, just as if someone had whacked him in the gut with a pool cue.
“PԲԾ?�
“Sure, the reader—this device, here—is going to cost more than a half-dozen books. But once you own one you can get your books electronically. Over the phone if you like. The most expensive books there are will cost less than a dollar!�
“Now wait a minute. You mean…�
“No paper!� Carl exulted. “You don’t have to chop down trees and make paper and haul tons of the stuff to the printing presses and then haul the printed books to the stores. You move electrons and photons instead of paper! It’s cheap and efficient.�
For a long moment Malzone said nothing. Then he sighed a very heavy sigh. “You’re saying that a publisher won’t need printers, paper, ink, wholesalers, route salesmen, district managers, truck drivers—not even bookstores?�
“The whole thing can be done electronically,� Carl enthused. “Shop for books by TV. Buy them over the phone. Transmit them anywhere on Earth almost instantaneously, straight to the customer.�
Malzone glanced around the shadows of the clean room uneasily. In a near whisper, he told Carl, “Jesus Christ, kid, you’re going to get both of us killed.�
No more chopping down forests to make paper. No more ignorance and poverty. The price for information will go down to the point where everyone on Earth can obtain all the knowledge they need. They won't even have to know how to read; the next improvement on my invention will be the talking book. The singing book. The device that speaks to you just like the village story teller or your own mother.