Gibson’s poem used self-destruction to cleverly reinforce his themes regarding the relationship between our subjective memories and technologies ability to portray the past. This on the other hand is about as thoughtful as DRM, turning art into a perishable good, as if the inability to revisit literature would some how make people appreciate it more.
I don’t know, I find it kinda beautiful? And as long as the author’s down with having their words vanish (and not irrevocably, I’m sure; it’s not like they’re only ever going to print these books in vanishing ink), it seems okay and even poetic, maybe
Yeah, if people like it, then it’s good, right? Since the printing press, books have only gotten increasingly disposable. The mass paperback editions I bought in the mid-80s and read a few times and stuck on a shelf and then in a box and haven’t looked at since may as well have been written in disappearing ink…
i mean, this might be over-clever or whatever, but it is at least, or could be viewed as, an honest expression of what’s going to happen to all our writing eventually. which is always nice to be reminded of.