Book Think debuted one year ago this month, and I’m in the mood to commemorate. Since it’s too hot for books, thinking, or even turning pages absently while staring slack-jawed into space, let’s take a look back instead at the best of the blog so far.
Together we’ve pondered the future of book design, probed the link between poetry and the Arab Spring, and weighed the necessity of shooting lasers at Shakespeare’s corpse to find out whether he smoked weed. We’ve celebrated the resurgence of a New York City library, proposed a holiday that could save the publishing industry, and agonized endlessly over what Amazon hathwrought.
We’ve wondered whether great science requires great science fiction, whether neuroscience will kill the novel, and whether time travel will ever be more than a literary fantasy. We’ve debated whether Richard Dawkins should take up fiction writing or whether James Wood should adopt the scientific method.
We still haven’t read Jane Eyre. But we’re going to!
We’ve discovered the true meaning of Christmas.
My sincere thanks to Big Think and its staff for the opportunities and support they’ve provided over the past year. Many thanks, too, to the various outlets that have featured, linked to, and tweeted Book Think posts, among them The New Yorker (Page-Turner), The Dish (Andrew Sullivan), 3 Quarks Daily, Flavorwire, and The Poetry Foundation.
Finally, thanks to all of you: the Big Think readers who have perused, praised, denounced, shared, and otherwise responded to the articles in this space. You’ve been the light of my life and the fire of my loins, the madeleine in my tea, the mirabilis in my annus. You’ve excused my least excusable puns. Onward and forward.