I'm dubious about a lot that passes for real research these days.
I see too many reports about studies done badly to keep from being a confirmed skeptic.
But, this one is true. I know because it describes me.
The Washington Post published a report on studies done by Maryanne Wolfe, a Tufts University cognitife neuroscientist. She was startled to watch her reading habits change the more she went online. One night she sat down to read Herman Hesse's "The Glass Bead Game."
"I'm not kidding: I couldln't do it," she said. "It was torure to get through the first page. I couldn't force myself to slow down so that I wasn't skimming, picking out key words, organizing my eye movements to generate the most information at the highest speed. I was so disgusted with myself."
I am getting that way.
I'm very impatient these days when I read The New York Times on Sundays. It's almost painful to look at a page full of type and try to dive into it. Instead of diving in, I'm like a rock skittering across the surface.
This problem will be widespread, if not already, and may doom books and long-form journalism before anything else does.
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