Yes, yes they go
Like the policemen in The Pirates of Penzance…always departing, never gone.
Is the novel dead…again? David Ulin vs. Will Self | LA TImes http://t.co/ObBya1Onfi
— Publishers Weekly (@PublishersWkly) May 6, 2014
I especially like the conclusion of the essay:
This has always been the challenge for anyone who writes: how to evoke experience in a manner that does it justice, that gives dignity to the evanescence, to the ephemerality. That it will disappear is part of the point; we’re just creating sand paintings against the void.
Are books dying? Only in the sense that everything is dying — which is to say, only in the sense that they are alive.
The only thing I would add: often, while one drizzles sand from between one’s fingers, one feels the first chill breeze heralding the storm’s approach.