My original stance about eBooks was that it might be a great way to save us from the burden of useless paper, so welcome electronically distributed newspapers: but please don't mess with the relationship between me and my books. As Borges said
My books (which do not know that I exist)
and that's exactly how I want them to be: inert instruments allowing my imagination to be ignited and, at the same time, impersonal storage devices for someone else's fantasies. Sleeping knowledge, waiting to be unleashed, embedded in a magical device.
Then, in an unexpected way, it all begins to make sense: a novel with its own soundtrack, coming from one of my favourite musicians: Nick Cave's new novel The Death of Bunny Munro will be released in digital format through the iPhone App Store.
Not enough for making me want an iPhone, but definitely so for reconsidering my opinion about digital books. As Sam Leith puts it on the Guardian:
the book itself [...] will become more plural, more blurred, and less monolithically booky