My Poor Neglected Blog...

This poor blog. This dusty little cranny of the interwebs. It crosses my mind every now and then, and I think about how I should post something now and again. I haven't written anything here since March, which is a bloody disgrace. Really, I should start posting, or just get rid of the damn thing.

So here's what I'm thinking...

I should expand the scope of this blog beyond it's primary purpose - posting about my books and the writing life - and look at the things that excite me in the rest of my dull little universe. Of course, among those would be my family. Having a wife, two very young children, and a rather boisterous dog, I have plenty to talk about. But I think that's more what Facebook is for.

The things I find interesting, and might want to talk about, include (but are not limited to):

Beer

I really, really like beer. If I wasn't already spoken for, I would marry beer. It would be a beautiful wedding. My interest has expanded beyond casual weekend supping over the last four or five years, largely inspired by my travels in the USA, tasting the variety and scope of local brews in every city and state. It's been a struggle to find interesting beers back home, but I've discovered a few decent outlets, as well as some terrific local brewers. My wife now has to endure me blathering on about bitterness, hops, mouth feel and such. Now you get to endure the same. If I revive this blog, expect beer reviews, rants against rubbish pubs, and maybe the odd tangental restaurant review. Oh, and I'm considering getting into home brewing, so that should provide plenty to complain about.

Steak

I have been journeying through a decade-long quest for the perfect steak. I mean, a completely obsessive search for the right piece of meat, the right method, the right seasoning, the right temperature, and on and on. I have three examples in my mind of truly great steaks that I've eaten in restaurants, and all my home efforts are measured against them. And I'm getting close. This is helped by the recent discovery that I live twenty minutes away from a source of some of the best aged beef in the world. Expect talk of sea salt flakes, flame grills, and Maillard reactions. Oh, and if I married beer, I'd have steak as my mistress.

Guitars

Guitars are my first love. If I married beer, and had steak as a mistress, the guitar is that school romance that haunts my middle-aged dreams. I have many guitars, most of them cheap pieces and junkers that I've fixed up and customised. There's an ever-present space in my collection for something different. Right now, I'm hankering after a good versatile acoustic, one of the new EVH striped electrics, a PRS Custom 22 or 24, and if enough of you buy my books and a movie deal ever pays off, a Gibson Custom Shop Les Paul reissue. Expect discussions of guitars I'm in the process of mangling, the virtues of various alnico magnets, string gauges and many other things to make you yawn.

Miscellany

And there might be the odd mention of some dodgy old classic rock, or movies I like, and now and then, something about being a writer.

But no promises. This blog post could still be sitting here come Christmas, its promises unfulfilled.

Last Man Out, aka The Ghosts of Belfast, aka The Twelve

Over the last few weeks, I've turned down a bunch of interviews, mostly from Irish press, about the film adaptation of The Ghosts of Belfast -- retitled as Last Man Out -- that's currently in development. There are two main reasons why I turned the interviews down: 1. I don't know anything about the movie that hasn't been reported in the original news releases from the likes of The Hollywood Reporter; 2. The adaptation is still at an early stage, and so few films make it from development to production, and I don't want to make a song and dance about something that still has so many hurdles to clear.

Having said that, I have a few thoughts arising from the kinds of questions I've been asked, and comments I've been sent.

Pierce Brosnan as Gerry Fegan

Reaction to the former James Bond taking the role of Fegan has mostly been positive, but a small number of people have questioned this. Me, I'm very happy at this bit of casting. First off, Pierce Brosnan has far more range as an actor than his tenure as Bond might suggest. Anyone who has seen The Matador or Seraphim Falls can vouch for his ability to play darker, meaner characters. I imagine it must be frustrating for Mr Brosnan that some people can't move past Remington Steele, 007, or even the might-be-dad in Mamma Mia. Check out some of the lower budget movies he's starred in. You might be surprised.

But here's a point that some are missing: how close will the screen Gerry Fegan be to the character on paper? I recently re-watched Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho, then read the Robert Bloch novel it was based on. The middle-aged, portly, bespectacled Norman Bates on the page could hardly be further removed from the twitchy, repressed young man that Anthony Perkins portrayed. Cinema is full of protagonists who varied greatly from their literary sources, yet the movies did not suffer for the changes.

Remember, Gerry Fegan on paper is a deeply unsympathetic character.  He's a mass-murderer with the blood of women and children on his hands.  In the novel, I had the luxury of being inside his head, filtering his world through his perception, which made the task of humanising him an awful lot easier. The screen version won't have that direct line to his conscience to make him more likeable. While I've no reason to believe the screen Fegan will be in any way watered down or smoothed off, I do expect him to evolve into a more empathetic character.

Speaking of taking liberties...

How faithful will it be?

I don't know. I haven't seen the script, so I've no idea what Craig Ferguson and Ted Mulkerin have done with the source. Frankly, my main concern is not that they've been loyal to the novel, but that they've written a good movie. Those two things don't always go hand-in-hand. A few examples...

One of the greatest Hollywood adaptations of a novel, in my view, is LA Confidential. James Ellroy's typically sprawling narrative must have been a hard beast to tame for Brian Helgeland, but he did it in style. And it's a very, very liberal adaptation that cuts to the very core of the story, leaving out large tracts of the book.

Peter Benchley's script based on his own novel is an undisputed classic. Has there been a better creature feature since Jaws? But the movie diverges from the book in many, many ways, not least of all in its portrayal of Hooper.

Stephen King famously hated Stanley Kubrick's take on The Shining, but that doesn't stop it being one of the greatest horror movies of all time.

Ken Kesey was similarly unimpressed with the screen version of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, but again, it's rightly considered a landmark moment in American cinema.

That's not to say that faithful adaptations are bad; going back to Stephen King, Misery and The Shawshank Redemption stick pretty closely to their sources, and are great movies. Likewise, Silence of the Lambs is both a faithful translation to the screen, and a masterpiece of a thriller. On the other hand, Red Dragon suffers from, at times, being too slavish to the source.

In short, I'm not feeling at all precious about my novel being adhered to by the screenwriters. I'd just like them to make a good movie.

Will I have any input?

Nope. Nada. Zero. Zilch.

Truthfully, I'm quite happy to have nothing to do with it. I really don't think I could have been objective enough in adapting my own debut novel.  I'm too close to it emotionally to be able to stand back and see what needs to be changed in order for it to work as a screenplay.

I don't feel that way about all my books. I've been developing my own screenplay based on Ratlines, for example, but that book means something very different to me than my first did.

So, who else is on board?

I've heard a couple of things, but nothing concrete. Really, like I said, what has already been reported elsewhere is the complete sum of what I know. The producers have a hell of a track record, so that's encouraging, and I'm glad they've gone with a Belfast director. Terry Loane's work in film and TV to date speaks for itself, and I'm looking forward to seeing what he does with the movie.

So...

When I travelled to LA in late 2009 to record my segment for The Late Late Show, Craig Ferguson was in talks with my Hollywood agent about The Ghosts of Belfast. At that stage, it was far from certain we would sell him the option, but I was impressed by how passionate Craig was about it. We only spoke very briefly on the topic, but he was at pains to tell me how he wanted to do this right. I have no reason to believe he won't.

But it's important to remember how hard it is to get a movie into production, how many planets have to align in order to get the cameras rolling. That a star and director are attached to the project is a huge step forward, but we're still a long, long way away from seeing Gerry Fegan merrily killing half of Belfast in our local cinemas.  But I think if anyone can get this film made, Craig Ferguson can.

Bouchercon 2012: Hello Cleveland

A few weeks ago, I boarded a flight to the USA to attend my fourth Bouchercon. For those who don’t know, Bouchercon is the world’s biggest crime fiction convention attended by authors and readers from all over the globe.  My previous Bouchercons have been in Indianapolis IN, San Francisco CA and St Louis MO, but I think Cleveland was the most fun of all of them.

The host city makes a big difference to the convention. But possibly not in the way you might think. For a good con, you don’t want a city that’s got too much going on. For example, San Francisco wasn’t a great con; not because the convention itself was lacking – it most certainly wasn’t – but because there was too much to see and do in the city, so people scattered when they weren’t on panels instead of gathering in the bar. Indianapolis, on the other hand, didn’t have much to see other than the adjacent shopping mall, but the hotel bar was jam-packed all day long throughout the weekend.  St Louis might have been the same, but the layout of the convention hotel was strange; the panel rooms were too far away from the bar for things to feel cohesive.

You may spot a theme here: the bar is the most important part of Bouchercon. It’s the social aspect, meeting your fellow writers, that brings people back year after year. Seeing good friends like my Soho stable mate James Benn makes the trip worthwhile. If the bar scene isn’t happening, the convention won’t go down as a favourite.

Cleveland was good in this respect. The hotel was well located, with a decent (if under-staffed) bar, and plenty of other restaurants and hang-outs concentrated in the streets nearby. They included an eatery where you could order half a pig’s head (see photo), roasted, with the brain, eyes and tongue thoughtfully removed, as well as a Scottish take on Hooters called the Tilted Kilt (sorry, no photo). Me and a few other authors did pop in for a pint, but only ironically, of course.

What really made Cleveland for me, though, was the Rock’n’Roll Hall of Fame Museum. It’s a glass pyramid-like structure that stands on the shore of Lake Erie, and it houses a huge collection of rock memorabilia, including a great range of guitars, which for a fanatic like me, is heaven. The actual Gibson Les Pauls played by Duane Allman and Dicky Betts on the Allman Brothers’ Live at Fillmore East; the Fender Strat played by Jeff Beck through much of the 70s; the prototype guitars built by one Lester Polfus before he teamed up with Gibson to create the Les Paul.

The memorabilia ranges from the magical to the macabre: hand drawings by Elvis Presley; the ZZ Top Eliminator car; pieces of the plane that Otis Redding went down in; a telegram from Malcolm McLaren to Sid Vicious’s mother, asking what to do with his body.

If you have any interest in rock music and happen to find yourself within driving distance of, or even a short flight from, Cleveland, I recommend you pay the Hall of Fame a visit. You won’t regret it.

What really makes Bouchercon 2012 stand out for me, however, is my publisher, Soho Press. Soho are one of the best groups of people in publishing, that’s well known throughout the industry. They hustle hard and they treat their authors in a way that puts other publishers – including the majors – to shame.

This year, Soho have gone all out promoting my new novel RATLINES, which is out at the start of January. As well as a cover spread in Publishers Weekly, Soho put ads on the Bouchercon lanyards, so every attendee was a walking promotion for my book. To cap it all, Paul Oliver, Soho’s marketing hero, organised a shindig at a local bar to celebrate RATLINES, with free ARCs of the book for those who got there early enough, and free booze for everyone else. We had a great turnout, and I want to thank everyone who dropped by – it was the highlight of my trip. I also want to thank Paul, Juliet, Rudy and Bronwen from Soho Press who pulled out all the stops for me.

My Last Word on Sock Puppets

It’s a little over a week since I wrote that blog post about the sock puppet using author who had abused me and others on Amazon while giving himself glowing reviews.  I had expected my little chapter of the story to be buried under the RJ Ellory scandal, but instead it caused quite a ripple.  I spent most of last Monday fielding calls and emails from journalists.  It was incredibly stressful.  If that’s what it feels like to get caught up in a very minor press scandal, I’d hate to be part of a major one.

I really didn’t intend to cause such a fuss.  Because I’d been part of the movement for author ethics, and party to the drafting of the open letter that was published last week, I felt it was disingenuous of me to keep my experience a secret any longer.  While good people like Jeremy Duns and Steve Mosby were putting their own reputations on the line, I couldn’t continue to tiptoe around the issue.  It was time to speak out.

It wasn’t an easy decision.  I didn’t casually point the finger.  It took more than two years to come to the point where I felt I had to tell the truth.  Knowing what I know now, would I do it again?  I’m honestly not sure.

What, if anything, did I learn from all this?

Primarily, I learned that the crime writing community is as supportive and friendly as I’ve always found it to be.  There are some exceptions to this, as became clear over recent weeks, but these rogue authors only emphasise how generally decent most writers are.  I am deeply grateful for all the messages of support I’ve received, both publicly and privately.  It would have been a much harder week without them.

Others, however, have made me angry.  In particular, the blog posts by JA Konrath in which he dismisses the issue of author ethics, saying: “Leaving fake one star reviews isn’t wrong.”  Such a statement beggars belief, and it’s an insult to those of us who stuck our heads above the parapet.  He calls the signatories to the open letter a “mob”, that the swell of support for the letter was a “moral panic”.  Without that so-called “mob”, I wouldn’t have had the nerve to speak out.

Shame on you, Mr Konrath.

RJ Ellory had the decency to admit to his actions, and apologise.  He didn’t equivocate.  He didn’t hide behind denials in the face of overwhelming evidence.  He didn’t pop up in the comment threads of other articles around the Internet, lying about what he’d already said publicly.  Roger is the only named author in this scandal to come out of it with a shred of dignity.  Some might argue that he only confessed and apologised because he’d been caught, and while I understand that point of view, I feel it misses the point.  Roger Ellory was man enough to put his hands up; in contrast, others have shown themselves to be spineless.

Right now, I want to put all this behind me.  I have no interest in feuds; I bear no ill will towards anyone involved.  I’m not going to pursue it any further.  This will be my last comment on the matter unless something remarkable comes to light in the coming days and weeks.

In conclusion, I’ll allow my friend (and excellent writer) Gerard Brennan to sum it all up:

An Update, and a Statement from Laura Wilson

The Guardian has published a piece by Alison Flood on the recent controversies surrounding author ethics, and my last blog post features prominently. In the article, the managing director of O'Brien Press, Ivan O'Brien, said:

"It is a strong case and Stuart has put time into putting it together, and from his perspective it definitely looks as if Sam is the perpetrator ... It looks very bad."

Mr O'Brien goes on to argue that in light of Mr Millar's denial, they must take him on his word.

Also in the article, Laura Wilson has gone on record backing up my allegations. Laura has also been in touch with me, and provided the following statement:

"I reached the conclusion that the writer who posted negative reviews of my books on Amazon under the names 'Cormac Mac' and 'Noir Fan' was Sam Millar by following the same 'trail' of lists of reviews, wish lists and signatures as did Stuart Neville. I did this entirely independently of Mr Neville who had not, at that point, been on the receiving end of malicious sock-puppetry from the same source. I am aware that Mr Millar has denied being the author of these reviews, but I feel that the evidence (some of which has now been removed from Amazon) is pretty conclusive."

Speaking of removing evidence, at the time of writing, some of the reviews linked to in my previous post have been removed from Amazon.co.uk.

Naming Sock Puppet Names: Sam Millar

Update 5/9/2012: As I thought might happen, some of the reviews linked to below have started to be deleted from Amazon.co.uk.

The issue of author ethics has been occupying many minds recently, not least of all mine. After Leathergate, the revelations about John Locke's buying of reviews, and the most recent allegations against RJ Ellory, I've been agonising over my own position in this. As I've detailed before, I have been attacked by another author using 'sock puppet' accounts on Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com. I've had a good idea all along who was behind it, but until now I've preferred to keep that information to myself. But given all that's happened in just a few weeks, I feel keeping quiet is no longer an option. So here goes:

I believe the author who has targeted me, along with Declan Hughes, Laura Wilson, and others, is Belfast crime writer Sam Millar. It's possible I'm mistaken, but I feel the evidence is overwhelming.

Millar has been using the screen names Cormac Mac, Noir Fan, Crime Lover and Crime Queen. I also suspect he has been using the screen names BookFan and Feelthepain, but less actively. He also uses other aliases on various websites, but for the purposes of this post, I'll concentrate on the four main names I've listed.

Before listing the following links, I should point out that all of these have been saved as HTML and screengrabs in case they are deleted in the coming days. I also have saved files going back two years. All of these are stored at a secure location.

The Evidence

The easiest place to start is at the lists of reviews for each of those four IDs.

• Cormac Mac: Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com
• Noir Fan: Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com
• Crime Lover: Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com
• Crime Queen: Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com

By browsing through each of those lists of reviews, a few patterns emerge:

• All of Sam Millar's books receive five-star reviews.
• Many of the reviews for other authors' books contain references to Millar, sometimes with links to his own book, often claiming to have heard him review the book on BBC radio (see note).
• Some of the five star reviews are for self-published works, the authors of which have placed reciprocal five star reviews for Millar's books when he self-published his own backlist titles to Kindle.
• The most frequent tag used by all of these accounts is "Sam Millar".
• Some books (including my own) have been given malicious negative reviews.

Wish Lists and Signatures

One of the give-aways for sock puppet accounts on Amazon is the Wish List page. In fact, that was how the infamous Orlando Figes case was discovered. Two of the accounts listed show people with surname Millar as the account holder: click to see Crime Lover's Wish List or Noir Fan's Wish List.

(Update 3/9/2012: The Wish List attached to the Crime Queen account also shows a user with the surname Millar.)

Until fairly recently, the Cormac Mac account also had a Wish List attached, showing the account holder's real name. That has now been deleted, but fortunately I saved the page some time ago. Here is a screengrab. The name listed is Sam Millar (click the image to enlarge).

Another strong piece of evidence appears on Amazon.fr. Cormac Mac has commented on a five-star review from a reader, thanking them, and has signed the comment: Sam Millar.

J'Accuse

I am not the first to have been suspicious of these accounts. Here are three examples of Amazon users raising questions:

The comments on this review of one of Millar's books question the use of sock puppet accounts after Crime Lover attacks a user over a negative review.

Another Amazon user directly challenges Sam Millar on his Amazon author forum. Millar has not responded as yet.

Yet another Amazon user challenges Millar over the use of sock puppet accounts on the Amazon.com forums (see note below about forum abuse).

Forums

As well as providing Millar with five-star reviews, and mentioning his works in reviews of books by other authors, the four accounts have been very active on the Amazon.co.uk forums. This link is a simple search of the forums for the phrase "sam millar". It returns 265 results. Scrolling through the results, you'll find the vast majority of them are from the four listed accounts, all recommending Millar's books, and sometimes even talking to each other about them.

It is also worth noting that some, if not all, of these accounts have been banned from the equivalent forums at Amazon.com; all forum posts have been deleted by Amazon admin for spamming, in other words, the same behaviour as has been exhibited at Amazon.co.uk.

Attacking Others

Using sock puppet accounts to promote the work of an author is of course unethical, but it is less serious than using such accounts to attack other authors. When I first raised this issue over two years ago, the four listed accounts had between them posted seven one- and two-star reviews of my debut novel on Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com. Since that time, some have been deleted, and some have been modified. There are now four reviews between the UK and US Amazon sites.

Three of these are one star reviews, visible here, and here.

Strangely, the fourth review is particularly vitriolic, calls me "Another wanna-be tough guy who wouldn't know the first thing about being tough", yet still rates the book with five stars.

I have not, however, suffered the worst of these attacks. There are currently many more one- and two-star reviews online for the books of British crime novelist Laura Wilson. Here are seven negative reviews placed by the suspicious accounts at Amazon.co.uk: An Empty Death, Stratton's War, The Lover, A Little Death, another for An Empty Death, and here are three for An Innocent Spy. There are more at Amazon.com.  In each case, those reviews have had an impact on the relevant book's overall star rating.

It is significant that all of these reviews were posted in the months following Laura Wilson's less than spectacular review of one Sam Millar's novels appeared in The Guardian.

In a similar vein, a string of one-star reviews appeared for the books of American writer Tom Piccirilli after Tom stated that he didn't care for one of Millar's novels on a message board. Here is just one example.

Like my own debut novel, some books appear have been attacked by the four suspect accounts for political reasons. For example, All the Dead Voices by Irish novelist Declan Hughes received two one-star and one three-star review. Voices from the Grave by Ed Moloney was attacked in a similar way here and here; in these reviews, Moloney's integrity as a journalist is attacked, and by association, the research work done by Anthony McIntyre. Moloney's book is also attacked at Amazon.com.

Finally, and most bizarrely of all, books by veteran broadcaster Terry Wogan are hit with one-star reviews.  Here is one example, and another, and yet another.

Looking Forward

I reported these sock puppet accounts to Amazon two years ago, but as others have found when reporting malicious activity, no action was taken. I hope one of the results of the recent controversy surrounding fake Amazon reviews will be a tightening up of policy. I also believe the publisher of an author's works cannot divorce themselves of that author's behaviour, because it also reflects negatively on them.

There is also the issue of credibility in other areas. For example, Sam Millar is a frequent reviewer on the New York Journal of Books website. If he uses sock puppet accounts to review his own work, and that of others, this must call in to question the validity of his contributions to that website, and as a result, the credibility of the website as a whole. Even the positive reviews Millar has written for my second novel, and one Laura Wilson book, have to be viewed with suspicion.

I believe Sam Millar has posted malicious reviews of my novel because it clashes with his personal politics. If Mr Millar wanted to voice his disapproval in an honest way, under his own name, I would have absolutely no problem with that. My book touches on some raw topics, and I fully understand that not everyone will like it.

Negative reviews are never pleasant to receive, but when they're genuine, one has to take them on the chin.  Malicious reviews, though, carry the sting of knowing someone is that mean-spirited, and is directing their bitterness at me. The crime fiction community is a friendly, open and welcoming one, with very little rivalry, so the kind of sniping that has come to light in recent weeks is a real disappointment.  But I am continuously grateful for the support of my fellow writers, many of whom knew about these attacks.  I must also express my gratitude to Jeremy Duns, whose dogged pursuit of ethics in writing has to be applauded.

Note about other authors named: I did not consult the other authors named in this blog post before writing it. Although I have discussed the issue with some of them over the last two years, the decision to write this post was mine alone.

Note about BBC radio: Many of the five-star reviews mentioned above claim that Millar has reviewed these books on BBC radio. I have never heard Sam Millar review a book on radio, and I'd be very curious if anyone at the arts desk at BBC Radio Ulster has ever had him review books on air.

Confessions of an E-Book Agnostic

I'm going to say this right up front: I don't dig on e-books. I'm not against them; it's not a point of principle, I have no strong feelings about their effect on the publishing ecosystem. It's just that I like to read on paper. That's my preference, and I can't see it changing any time soon.

It's not that I'm a technophobe. That's one thing I'm pretty confident that I couldn't be accused of. Before I got my break as an author, I spent ten years as a partner in a web design business. I even helped build the Mysterious Press online e-book shop, including the back-end coding.

It's not that I don't have the devices to hand. Between me and my wife, we have three iOS devices that run the Kindle app, as well as iBooks. I've dowloaded a few e-books to my own iPhone, read a few short stories (I can recommend Chris F Holm's 8 Pounds), tried to read a novel by a well-known self-publishing advocate (couldn't, it was sucky), but that's about the height of it.

Despite all the convenience that e-books offer, and the ease of availability, we still have a house full of old-fashioned books (see photo - our little girl getting a head start). We have one room dedicated to their storage, and even then, we have bookcases in other rooms for the overflow.

There are two driving forces in my (and my wife's) failure to move with the times:

Books are Objects of Desire

We like owning books. We like to have them on our shelves, lined up, spines out. We display some vanity in how we arrange them, the volumes we're proudest of getting the most prominent display, the trashy paperbacks banished to the spare room. We like nice, hefty hardbacks.  Special editions are even better. The books on display say something about us in the same way that the pictures on our walls do. They're a visible illustration of who we are as people, the places we've been, the things we value, the things we aspire to.

The Experience Matters

I've been an iPod user for a few years now; unlike e-books, I put up little resistance to that advancement. But I rarely buy music through iTunes. I still buy physical CDs. I still spend time flipping through racks in HMV, hoping to find something special. I still order them online and wait the few days for them to show up.

Why?

Because I care about the quality. I want better than the iTunes standard bitrate of 128kbps, so I'll wait a few days, or drive to a store, and rip the CD with lossless audio. Besides, I want to physically own what I buy. In the event of some terrible catastrophe wiping my iTunes library, I know I'll still have the vast majority of my music safely stored on shiny discs.

The importance of the format became more apparent to me when I recently bought a good quality turntable to pair with my stereo. Not only could I revisit the vinyl I collected in my youth (yes, I'm that old), I could also buy some of favourite albums on superior quality black groovy plastic. Some of these were albums I hadn't discovered until long after I'd made the move to CD, so I'd never heard them as they were originally intended. I'm talking about mono pressings of LPs like Miles Davis's Kind of Blue, and John Mayall's Blues Breakers Featuring Eric Clapton. And they sound magnificent on vinyl, with more weight and presence than any version I've heard before.

The most important thing I noticed, however, is this: I listen to music on vinyl in a very different way. When I thought about it, I realised that I experience music in completely different ways according to the format. With iTunes, music becomes a backdrop for whatever I'm doing, whether that be writing, reading, doing the dishes, whatever. I tend to listen to CDs in my car, when I'm on the move, so I get long stretches if I'm heading out of town, or short snippets if I'm only going to the shops. It's rarely a start-to-finish listen.

But with vinyl, I do nothing other than listen. And I listen actively. I don't read, I don't tidy, I do nothing other that get up and turn the record over so I can listen to side two (ah, the loveliness of actually a side two is not to be underestimated). In other words, the format on which my content is delivered has a huge impact on how I experience that content.

The same applies to books. The reading experience is different. It's not the tactile aspect, though that is important. It's the importance one places on the reading itself. I'll go further and say the experience of reading a mass market paperback is different to reading a first edition hardback. The experience itself has greater value.

But That's Just Me

Your mileage will vary, of course. I'm not saying I'm right or wrong on this. It may well be true that I'm missing out on a world of reading possibilities. And I'm not ruling out ever making the transition to the Kindle, Nook, or whatever device is de rigueur by the time I finally give in. But this is where I am now. Agnostic, sticking with what I know, but willing, someday, to change my mind based on the evidence before me.

I've got a couple of related topics I want to blog about over the next week or so; check back if you're interested.