I’ve always loved everything about words put on paper with ink. Not just the way I could carry them on public transit and hand them to my friends, but the way they look and feel and, yes, smell. (I realize I’m exposing myself as a bit of a weirdo here. But, well, work as a magazine publisher for almost your whole adult life and you’ll develop some strange habits. I gotta tell ya, there’s nothing like opening up the first box of the new issue and taking a whiff.) When people started making noises about the death of print back in the late ’90s, it was easy to scoff. Sure, the interwebs were overflowing with all sorts of content and community, but the print world was also thriving, from zines on up.
That was a decade ago.
What with the recent rash of magazine foldings, distro troubles in the book and magazine worlds, and more trouble on the way, it seems the coming death of print might not have been so greatly exaggerated after all. (More interesting items here, not that this is by any means an exhaustive list.)
And it makes me sad. Not to mention it scares the crap out of me.
I cheer the rise of blogs—and I’m 99.44% sure that if Bitch were launching today we’d be online-only—but not only do we still need print for its accessibility and affinity for in-depth analysis, the increasing difficulty of producing noncommercial content bodes ill for feminism and all other social justice movements.
I wish I had some grand conclusion or call to action. But other than the necessary-but-so-very-insufficient “support your local feminist/independent bookstore (if you’re lucky enough to still have one), subscribe and donate to your favorite independent magazines, and buy small-press books,” I’m deeply unsure of the way forward. But there’s got to be one.