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Not a e-book worm

A friend passed along a recent study that looks at electronic bookworms. As if I didn’t know it already, I ain’t one. “Today’s e-book power buyer, someone who buys an e-book at least once a week, is a 44-year-old woman who loves romance and is spending more on buying books now than in the past.” Seems I strike out on all counts.

The profile is based on a survey by something called the Book Industry Study Group. It shows that while women make up 66% of e-book “power buyers,” in 2009, they were just 49% of e-book customers. The “power buyers,” meanwhile, make up about 18% of the total people buying e-books today but buy a stunning 61% of all e-books purchased. Perhaps not surprisingly, 40 percent of e-book buyers say they are buying fewer books in print. The survey also indicates that 58% of all books sold are fiction and that literary fiction, science fiction, and romance each comprise over 20% of all e-book purchases, (To me, that indicates fiction accounts for more than 60% of all e-books sold but I don’t have access to the survey itself to explain the difference in numbers.)

While I may not be a “power buyer,” my habits are changing. Last year, e-books were about 14 percent of the books I read. This year, they’ve accounted for nearly 25%, although I read about one-third of them during my recent vacation that included more than 24 hours on airplanes and in airports. Additionally, before our vacation I upgraded to a color nook and my wife is thoroughly addicted to her “hand-me-down” nook. (She has better taste than romance novels, though.) Still, the number of print books I’ve purchased this year exceeds the number of e-books I’ve purchased or read.

While I am adapting to the e-book world, I know that for books I “really” want, I want something I can touch and feel and smell. I can see e-books as a convenience for traveling or for what I might call “routine” reads (still a horrible description). I just am too old, though, to become an e-book worm.


I feel guilty every time I look up from my iPad and see the hundreds of books lining my walls, looking at me like Woody and Buzz watching Andy discover video games.

Ezra Klein, “Will books survive e-books?

Book Review: Clarence Darrow: Attorney for the Damned by John A. Farrell

Statues and busts have advantages over the heroes and icons they depict. Any imperfections are superficial, unlike human flaws. Their character is fixed, not subject to further research and analysis. But anyone who insists folk heroes must be paragons of virtue ignores the reality of human nature. Even — and perhaps especially — those with shortcomings possess the attributes necessary for significant accomplishments.

Proof of that is seen in John A. Farrell’s new biography of attorney Clarence Darrow. With access to documents prior biographers did not have, Farrell’s Clarence Darrow: Attorney for the Damned is not a hagiography of one of the nation’s most famous attorneys. It provides deeper insight and perspective, showing both the public and private man, where they were alike and where they were at times vastly different.

Darrow rightfully became known as a champion of the underdog and was viewed, quite accurately, as both a radical and a rebel. To a great extent, he was a product of his times and its movements — progressivism, free love and trade unionism. Farrell examines the role Darrow played in each, whether personally, politically or as a lawyer. The book’s descriptions of Darrow’s trials and tactics reflect that Darrow’s style and effectiveness were bolstered by practicing in an era preceding uniform codes of evidence and in which closing arguments could stretch out over days.

Much of the highly detailed book focuses on the cases that made Darrow the most famous lawyer in America — Eugene Debs, labor leader William Haywood for the assassination of a former Idaho governor, two other labor leaders for the bombing of the Los Angeles Times building, Leopold and Loeb, and, of course, the famous Scopes “Monkey Trial”. As Farrell points out in an endnote, four of these five cases were dubbed crimes or trials of the century by the press. And while Darrow was famous when he arrived for the Scopes trial, “by the time he left, he was an American folk hero.”

Yet Darrow left even his most ardent supporters puzzled. Despite being a major supporter of the progressive movement and its ideas and principles, he had no hesitancy challenging the constitutionality of an election law the movement passed in Illinois when doing so helped acquit his client. The man known for representing the poor and downtrodden would be seen taking on the cases of major corporations and the wealthy. Darrow explained it as a means of helping finance the cases for which he received little or no fee, an argument that makes sense in light of Darrow’s persistent efforts to become wealthy himself.

Clarence Darrow:Attorney for the Damned takes readers where other biographies or Darrow’s own The Story of My Life have not. It delves into relationships and matters Darrow himself left out of his book. Likewise, the preeminent Darrow biography to date, Irving Stone’s Clarence Darrow for the Defense, was written with the cooperation of Darrow’s widow and, first published in 1941, Stone did not have access to many documents Farrell uses.

The paradox that is Darrow might be resolved by concluding that his view is that defense of a client requires whatever it takes. A couple of the overarching elements of the book seem to support that. One is that much of his attitude toward the law and the world stemmed from the belief that “men’s actions are determined not by choice, but by the unshakable influences of heredity and environment.” Farrell’s review of Darrow’s childhood in an unconventional home suggests that background greatly influenced who Darrow became. Darrow’s deterministic beliefs also manifested themselves in his closing arguments, which focused as much on a defendant’s background and the evils of society as the evidence. Farrell’s use of transcripts of Darrow’s arguments fully supports his contention that Darrow “had the audacity to treat judges and juries to original sermons on an intellectual plane far higher than the usual courtroom wrangling, and to do so in a captivating way.” Often focusing on social ills and emotion, Darrow wanted his argument to not just influence but to shape the opinions of a judge or jury.

Farrell makes clear that despite his accomplishments, Darrow had plenty of flaws. His belief in the free love movement made him a serial philanderer and, in fact, he had a decades-long relationship with a woman not his wife. Darrow’s determinism also seemed to impact his value system. According to Farrell, Darrow had a “willingness to dispose of the customary ethical standards — like accuracy or confidentiality — when a client was facing unjust punishment, especially in a capital case.” And, of course, whether punishment is “unjust” tends to be in the eye of the beholder and, in Darrow’s eyes, “the motive and not the act was the controlling measure of morality.”

This approach led to Darrow being tried twice for bribing a juror. Clarence Darrow: Attorney for the Damned looks closely at those cases and whether, from a legal standpoint as opposed to Darrow’s ethical standpoint, he was guilty. Along the way, Farrell reveals that more than a decade after the first trial, Darrow paid $4,500 (roughly $55,000 today) to the juror who was most active in challenging the prosecution during the trial.

Farrell leaves little doubt that Darrow earned and deserved his reputation as the preeminent defense lawyer of his time and an American legal icon. He also leaves little doubt Darrow has his flaws. But what a person is able to do with their flaws is more important than the fact they exist.


I am terribly famous and goddamn unimportant.

Clarence Darrow, quoted in John A. Farrell,
Clarence Darrow: Attorney for the Damned

Weekend Edition: 6-11

Worthwhile Reading in the Interweb Tubes

  • Ode to a Four-Letter Word (“There is, after all, no such thing as an intrinsically bad, boring, or lazy word. There is only how it is deployed, and one of the pleasures of profanity is how diversely you can deploy it.”) (via)

Blog Headline of the Week

Bookish Linkage

  • Book collector dies, leaving behind 350,000 books. What does his wife decide to do? Burn them. (via)
  • Three Percent is backing a new site called Read This Next. The plan is that each week the site will carry a lengthy preview of a book of international literature due out in 2-4 weeks, along with an interview with the author/translator and a full length review.
  • Salonica suggests some translated lit for summer reading.
  • The best “hard” SF books of all time (via)

Nonbookish Linkage


One of the nice things about problems is that a good many of them do not exist except in our imaginations.

Steve Allen, How to Make a Speech

About that TBR pile

I am quite proud of myself. During three bookstore trips in our two weeks in Hawaii, I bought only three books, two from the local indpendent. I read all three while there (finishing one on the plane ride home). In keeping with my usual practice when I am visiting a place for more than a week, each book was about the history of Hawaii. It was a bit tougher this time given our previous trips to the Big Island but I managed to accomplish it.

As a result, the trip didn’t impact the TBR list much. The impact comes from what was sitting on my desk at work when I got back. Earlier this year, I agreed to peer review a proposed book for an academic publisher. After doing so, they shocked me by offering an opportunity to select a certain dollar value of books from their catalog. Shipped while I was gone, the box contains 14 books, more than half of which are from a series of brief (less than 150 pages) books on selected topics.

Oh, well. Not only is it a box of interesting books, it gave me an oppportunity to start using a new bookcase I picked up for our bedroom a while ago.


It is a man’s duty to have books.

Henry Ward Beecher, “The Duty of Owning Books

How I spent my summer vacation

I know. Unofficially, summer just started and, by the calendar, it’s still a couple weeks away. But to celebrate our 30th anniversary, my wife and I (and kids) just spent two weeks at our favorite place on earth:



We returned last week from what is our third family trip to “the Big Island.” We’ve stayed at the same rental house each time, indicated by the placemarker on the map (you should be able to zoom in). Not only is it oceanfront (not beachfront because lava abuts most of the Pacific in the vicinity), it is basically on Kealakekua Bay, the site where Capt James Cook “discovered” Hawaii (and where he would die) in 1779. It is also about four miles from Pu‘uhonua o Hōnaunau National Historical Park, a place for both Hawaiian royalty and where people could seek refuge from criminal sanctions and in times of war.

To get there, you have to take a winding road about 1,200 feet down the side of Mauna Loa, the earth’s largest volcano. About 150 feet or so above the bay, you encounter the sign advising you are entering a tsunami evacuation area. In fact, some houses between us and the bay were damaged in the March 11 tsunami.

We stay on the south Kona (Hawaiian for leeward) coast. It doesn’t have the beaches the north end has and while it has more rain than the north, it is less than the windward side around Hilo. While you have to take a vehicle to get most places, the area is more rural and laid back. There are coffee farms, not malls, with brilliant blue sky and sun in the morning and a bit of a rainshower in late afternoon.

We’ve been there often enough that, other than the absolutely requisite trip to Volcanoes National Park, we don’t do a lot of touristy things. We go to a beach or two, grill fresh fish and relax in an incomparable, ineffable way.

While the five hour time difference is a killer coming back, it’s worth the price. And even though my wife and I are adjusting to life as usual, my wife and I are plotting how to retire there.


Kealakekua Bay is a little curve like the last kink of a snail shell, winding deep into the land … bounded on one side … by a little flat plain [and on the other by] a steep wall of lava, a thousand feet high at the upper end and three or four hundred at the lower, comes down from the mountain and bounds the inner extremity of it. From this wall the place takes its name, Kealakekua, which in the native tongue signifies “The Pathway of the Gods.”

Mark Twain, Sacramento Daily Union, August 24, 1866