I’m meant to give a talk in Sydney called Perish the Thought, about the death (and/or resurrection) of the book, so I’ve been studying. Here’s a lovely eighty-year-old fragment of poetry on the subject, by one Bob Brown. It comes from his self-published book Words (1931). It’s a confident prediction of what lies ahead:
Nineteen-fifty has come and gone. Have we arrived in the reading-machine future yet?
Always fun to consult the oracle regarding the future of the book. If you have favorite prophecies, I’d love to hear them.