Amazon remotely deletes purchases from Kindles. Removes 1984, causing Orwell to promptly pop a 360 underground.
Amazon CEO Jeffrey P. Bezos has apologized to Kindle customers for remotely removing copies of the George Orwell novels “1984” and “Animal Farm” from their e-reader devices. The company did so after learning the electronic editions were pirated, and it gave buyers automatic refunds. But Amazon did it without prior notice.
Of all the titles it was 1984. Sweet.
Perhaps Apple’s subtle emergence into the ebook market will drive Amazon’s incentive to make a more functional, and less expensive reader.
The talks come as Apple is separately racing to offer a portable, full-featured, tablet-sized computer in time for the Christmas shopping season, in what the entertainment industry hopes will be a new revolution. The device could be launched alongside the new content deals, including those aimed at stimulating sales of CD-length music, according to people briefed on the project.
Book publishers have been in talks with Apple and are optimistic about their services being offered with the new computer, which could provide an alternative to Amazon’s Kindle.
Seeing as this is a library related blog, I noticed how many music related posts I have been making. So I thought why not make a music reated blog in addititon to this one. So I did, and called it alternator. Just saying.
Forwarded by a friend…Cat and Girl.
What Tim Winton does very well in his novel Breath is his convey his ability to describe the helpless suffocation of being poleaxed, not only by the unforgiving western Australian surf but also by the fleeting acquaintances who enter our lives and turn them upside down. Yes, Winton assuredly hints, we will thereby grow into better surfers and more complete human beings, but only after being thoroughly dashed and mangled against life’s currents, gasping for some sense of stability.
Pikelet is nary a teenager before becoming introduced to the world of surfing along the lonely Western Australian coastline. Winton retraces Pikelet’s growth with his friend Loonie as they compete for the “wisdom” of the cryptic surfing master Sando. It’s a story that not only deals with the typical coming-of-age themes, it’s a story that deals with the concept of fear and the nature of accomplishment, both in and out of the ocean. It’s about finding and acknowledging that invisible line across which one will find themselves flailing helplessly when in search for the next rip-current of reality. Moreover, it’s about our tendency to use and abuse our so-called friends in the process, and the sacrifices we make along the way (school, family, etc.). Specifically, the tension between Pikelet and Loonie is unnervingly palpable; not necessarily sinister, but dangerous nonetheless.
Breath is a concise yet moving novel that touches upon multiple facets of Australian and surfing culture. Winton writes in a style that’s similarly sparse to McCarthy, but flows well in clarity. One complication of the work is that I feel he lingers a little too long on Pikelet’s relationship with Eva, Sando’s wife. Though too much is left unsaid between the two, Winton dwells on several of Eva’s proclivities which could comprise a separate novella. Otherwise, Breath is a sad, thoughtful yet worthwhile read.
For those wishing to visit the Keweenaw Peninsula, I would suggest reading Ander Monson’s short but dense Other Electricities. It is a complex yet fascinating collection of stories or vignettes composing the gestalt of Michigan’s UP. Sometimes direct, sometimes poetic, though always ethereal, Other Electricities deals with the hardness of living in a place as cold, bleak, and beautiful as upper Michigan. Monson expertly expresses the weirdness and hardship through a formidable cast of characters which, while representing the whole of a small community, actually resembles that of a family.
It is a place where the only guarantee is that every winter at least one snowmobile rider will succumb to the ice, where a father, perched in his attic will become obsessed with speaking code into his radio throughout the night. A place where an abandoned schoolbus forms a hideout for a disaffected teenager, taking his confusion out on stray cats. Where a weary snowplow worker reminisces over uncles dying in saunas and cousins holding up banks in the heart of winter, looking forward to nothing more than her stretch of the road. Where a schoolteacher is helpless to watch both the demolition of her school and her students.
Other Electricities is about a community of people and what they do to survive in an unacommodating environment. It’s about the often unfortunate interconnectedness of their lives told from a stream-of-consciouness point of view. Beautifully written and imagined, it’s an incredibly deep work, ominous like the lake surroundng the region it so coldly affects.
The National Archives needs to hire Nicolas Cage. Stat!
WASHINGTON (AP) — Visitors to the National Archives here know they will find the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution and the Bill of Rights in the main building’s magnificent rotunda.
But they can no longer find the patent file for the Wright brothers’ flying machine or maps for the first atomic bomb missions in the archives inventory.
Many historical items the archives once possessed are missing, including Civil War telegrams from Abraham Lincoln, presidential portraits of Franklin D. Roosevelt, NASA photographs from space and the moon, and presidential pardons.
Some were stolen by researchers or archives employees. Others simply disappeared. And more than that is gone.
What’s going on around here? You’d think this was the the National Museum of Iraq. Or something.