Anto, in his blog, he wrote an intriguing post
http://www.fininformatica.it/wp/e-book-per-un-figlio/
who opened a fresh debate on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com / antoniofini).
my comment has become a bit 'full-bodied, and then copioincollo me here, for future reference.
Hello Anto: good idea, as always. I am organizing for my library (City of Formigine) meetings on the reading time dell'iPad (Ipad say just because it seems really cool to say that Kindle), and just leave you (if you do not mind) and the beautiful discussion . As for my thoughts about it - if someone could be of interest - Goes well with your: synthesizing km random words in my blog on the Advent of Kindle, Ipad & C. I have no doubt that now the shift is inevitable and potentially fascinating (who loves to read - and especially the culture as a universe of endless references - and also played for a few days with the Kindle l'Ipad knows that the near future passing by). But the nostalgia and the sense of a painful loss is as strong enthusiasm. And sometimes stronger, as I confessed in a pathetic note, some time ago (I Kindle swallow whole libraries of the future):
I stood perched
the chair of the stay
to correct issues.
The rain from the windows.
The Eighth Schubert.
The Earl Grey flavor
spread by the mug with the Victorian maidens.
Then, in one of those moments
you rain down on me
as a sudden chill
gaze stumbles slow
dense shelf of books of a lifetime.
Volumes impertinent.
Volumes unrepentant.
Volumes sober, boisterous, elegant.
Volumes ktsch, transparencies, resigned.
Volumes tired, lively, yawn.
bold volumes, modest, austere, bohemian ...
And the advance of an upcoming
melancholy at the thought of all those books
summarized in the memory of some gray
tiny sd .
The Kindle will swallow up entire libraries of the future.
And the salons will be freer and lighter.
But full of ghosts.
I am quite convinced, however, that the object svaporerà book is not at all. You will find another soul, another dimension, another smell, another flavor ... and find an altered location - maybe a bit 'snobby and haughty - in the elegant salons of our brats. A little 'as the paintings of good quality - those with slow strokes, and measured patients - continue to peep in the houses of those who may, in the face "of works of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction" (and me allows, to some conceptual art ...). [I who can not, I'll settle for reproductions or cartons of Ikea)]. Tomorrow, who will have good books, beautifully laid out on paper embellished. The rest, as now instead of resorting to economic issues that break up in the basement, may have hundreds of books on display some amazing persuasive device of last invoice.
AMEN - Mario Agati - Wilde Web Chapinero - 
