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The printed book is not dead yet

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I've got two things to say to all you smug ebook evangelists: analogue radio, and black-and-white television

The relentless rise of the ebook is turning me into a resentful luddite. I want to snatch that smugly tiny ereader from the woman reading in bed in the Sony advert, and give her a doorstop of a hardback that will make her arms ache. As for that trendy young couple reading on the beach in the Amazon commercial, I want to kick sand in their third-generation Kindles until they have stopped working.

My dislike of the ebook is partly motivated by selfishness: as an author I would like my words to end up in some concrete, permanent receptacle, not an erasable computer file that the reader does not even properly own. But mostly it is motivated by irritation at the orthodoxy – typified by Amazon's widely publicised announcement this summer that its American ebook sales had overtaken those of its hardbacks – that there is an irresistible momentum in favour of digital downloads and the days of the printed book are numbered.

In search of counter-evidence, I turn to the experience of the most luddite author of the last century: George Mackay Brown, the reclusive Orkney poet who regarded the industrial revolution as a terrible wrong turning, warned against our worship of the "synthetic goddess" of progress, and used his column in the local newspaper to moan about voguish inventions such as transistor radios and telephones.

"What brisk hard-headed commonsense dehydrated little manikins we are nowadays," he admonished his fellow Orcadians in 1955, "strutting around with our chequebooks!" He reserved his most caustic comments for television, which finally arrived on Orkney in the mid-1950s and which he feared would deliver a death blow to the already endangered activities of reading and communal storytelling.

Time passed, and television found its place on Orkney. It became a mild addiction, which weakened but did not come close to destroying the art of pub storytelling or the pleasures of the printed word.

In his later years, Mackay Brown reluctantly gave "half a genuflection" to the goddess of progress. He belatedly acquired a black-and-white TV, a telephone, a fridge and a digital watch, becoming fascinated by its "dance of dark numbers". He even listed watching TV as one of his recreations in Who's Who, alongside reading, while he carried on writing in longhand about 12th-century Orcadian sagas.

I believe that Mackay Brown represents, in extreme form, how many of us late adopters respond to new technology. As David Edgerton, the historian of technology, argues, our understanding of historical progress tends to be "innovation-centric" rather than "use-centred". We obsess about exciting inventions and underestimate how much they will have to struggle against the forces of habit and inertia in our daily lives.

Old-fashioned but serviceable technologies often prove surprisingly resilient. There was much amusement last year when the expenses scandal revealed that the former MP Chris Mullin, the Mackay Brown of Westminster, still had a black and white television set – yet, according to the most recent count, more than 28,000 other households also still have monochrome licences.

A few decades ago we thought radio a dying form, but it is thriving in the age of new media. Listeners remain emotionally attached to their analogue radios and a recent report from the Department for Culture, Media and Sport recommended that the switch-off of the FM signal be delayed, possibly indefinitely.

The valedictories for what is now disdainfully called "dead tree publishing" may be similarly premature. The lessons from history are that technological progress is uneven, that consumers are often sceptical of techno-hype, and that new technologies do not supplant old ones in linear fashion. Look at the iPad's ebook reader: your book purchase is stored on a real-looking wooden bookcase and you take it off the shelf and flip its virtual pages over with your fingers. Why, it's exactly like … reading a book! So long as the ebook continues to pay it the compliment of mimicry, I suspect that the printed book need not fear for its life just yet.

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