I read somewhere, I believe, that something like three of the top five bestselling novels in Japan last year were published via cell phones. Interesting, in its way; the idea seems popular, and I’m all for getting new readers and new books to those new readers any way possible. But I wonder a bit about the content. I try not to judge such things, because it makes me feel like a pompous douchebag, but I worry that the kind of novels that lend themselves to being read serially via cellphone are the kind of novels, say, Tila Tequila might write (if you don’t know who she is, count yourself lucky).
Amusingly, though, I caught a feature in the latest issue of Esquire–great works of literature as text messages.
I had some ideas for others:
Macbeth: “I can haz crown? Out damn spot!”
American Gods: Meet new godz. Same as old onez.
Old Man’s War: “I fite everything! My DAN makes me teh wassum!!11”
Hamlet: 2 b or not? Not.