Nearly
a hundred years after Scribner’s
published Uzanne and Ribar’s story, writer and literary critic, Robert
Coover, released an article also titled “The
End of Books” in which he
argues that the print medium is doomed. “[T]he very
proliferation of books and other print-based media, so prevalent in
this forest-harvesting, paper-wasting age,” Coover writes, “is held to
be a sign of its feverish moribundity, the last futile gasp of a once
vital form before it finally passes away forever, dead as God”.
The usurper, in this case, comes not only in the
form of a new technology, but also a new literary genre: hypertext
fiction.
Though certainly
not as old as print, hypertext has a history that extends back to the
early days of the computer. In the 1940’s Vannevar Bush
conceived the memex, an imaginary information storage and retrieval
machine described in his now frequently quoted article, “As We May
Think.” Twenty years later, Ted Nelson’s Literary Machines discussed the
creation of a computer system that could write in hypertext, that is,
“non-sequential writing—text that branches and allows choices to the
reader, best read at an interactive screen…a series of text chunks
connected by pathways”(qtd. in Greco).
By the 1980’s,
seminal works in hypertext fiction such as Michael Joyce’s afternoon, a
story and Stuart Moulthrop’s Victory Garden were published on floppy
disk. It wasn’t until the early 1990’s, however, that hypertext
fiction obtained its own branch of criticism and attained a level of
popularity high enough to make champions of the book, in its printed
form that is, extremely nervous.
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