I wrote about SOPA and PIPA a few weeks ago. It now looks as if Congress is going to try again to push these pieces of legislation through, in a very slightly altered format. The corporations are pushing them, you see; they feel that they’re losing money, and that the only way to prevent this is to prevent people from posting stuff like songs, and quotes, and interviews, and video clips, and chapters from books, and maybe sometimes whole books.
I hate the idea of an author or an artist losing money. Authors and artists deserve to be paid for their work. However: I keep thinking of the analogy of lending. I buy a book, and it’s good, and I want my friends to share the pleasure, so I lend it to them. Am I violating a law? (Last summer I read “The Hunger Games,” and enjoyed it enough to go out and buy the two sequels in hard cover. To this date I have not read them; I’m saving them. But I have lent them to at least five people, who have adored them. Have I done anything wrong?)
I was delighted to read the following from an author I enjoy very much, Neil Gaiman:
I apologize for the long quote. But he speaks well, doesn’t he?
I asked myself his questions. When I was in school, how did I discover my favorite authors?
Let’s see:
- I stupidly bought “The Two Towers” through the old Scholastic Books network (do they still exist?) and couldn’t make head or tail of it. (It begins with the line: “Aragorn sped up the hill,” for God’s sake. Who the hell is Aragorn?) My eighth-grade English teacher, Mr. Lorenz, lent me his copy of “The Fellowship of the Ring,” and then it all made sense. And then he lent me “The Return of the King.” He was a good man.
- Our school librarian, no doubt now long dead, Catherine Schwarz, was always feeding me books through the library system. It was through her that I discovered E. B. White, and Don Marquis, and Harry Golden, and T. S. Eliot.
- In the Battle Ground Public Library, where I spent occasional evenings waiting to be picked up after school, they used to perch books up on the tops of the shelves. Among them: “Gravity’s Rainbow” and “A Wizard of Earthsea.” I read both, and now I am a fanatical lover of both Thomas Pynchon and Ursula LeGuin.
Do libraries pirate things?
Did Mr. Lorenz pirate Tolkien when he lent me his copies?
Do I pirate the Hunger Games books when I lend them?
I don’t think so.
Keep fighting back against these Internet-control bills, kids.
I think this may be an important battle to win.