"No," he said, not because it was true - he had seen something called SHOP THE KINDLE STORE when he bought books from Amazon online - but because, on the whole, he thought he would prefer being perceived by them as Old School. New School was somehow...mediocre.
"You ought to get one," the Henderson kid said, and when Wesley had replied, without even thinking, "Perhaps I will," the class had broken into spontaneous applause. For the first time since Ellen's departure, Wesley had felt faintly cheered. Because they wanted him to get a book-reading gadget, and also because the applause suggested they did see him as Old School. Teachable Old School.
He did not seriously consider buying a Kindle (if he was Old School, then books were definitely the way to go) until a couple of weeks later. One day on his way home from school he imagined Ellen seeing him with his Kindle, just strolling across the quad and bopping his finger on the little NEXT PAGE button.
What in the world are you doing? she would ask. Speaking to him at last.
Reading off the computer, he would say. Just like the rest of you.
Spiteful!
But, as the Henderson kid might put it, was that a bad thing? It occurred to him that spite was a kind of methadone for lovers. Was it better to go cold turkey? Perhaps not.
When he got home he turned on his desktop Dell (he owned no laptop and took pride in the fact) and went to the Amazon website. He had expected the gadget to go for four hundred dollars or so, maybe more if there was a Cadillac model, and was surprised to find it was cheaper than that. Then he went to the Kindle Store (which he had been so successfully ignoring) and discovered that the Henderson kid was right: the books were ridiculously cheap, hardcover novels (what cover, ha-ha) priced below most trade paperbacks. Considering what he spent on books, the Kindle might pay for itself. As for the reaction of his colleagues - all those hoicked eyebrows - Wesley discovered he relished the prospect. Which led to an interesting insight into human nature, or at least the human nature of the academic: one liked to be perceived by one's students as Old School, but by one's peers as NewSchool.
I'm experimenting with new technology, he imagined himself saying.
He liked the sound of it. It was NewSchool all the way.
He also liked thinking of Ellen's reaction. He had stopped leaving messages on her phone, and he had begun avoiding places - The Pit Stop, Harry's Pizza - where he might run into her, but that could change. Surely I'm reading off the computer, just like the rest of you was too good a line to waste.
Oh, that's small, he scolded himself as he sat in front of his computer, looking at the picture of the Kindle.That is spite so small it probably wouldn't poison a newborn kitten.
True! But if it was the only spite of which he was capable, why not indulge it?
So he had clicked on the Buy Kindle box, and the gadget had arrived a day later, in a box stamped with the smile logo and the words ONE-DAY DELIVERY. Wesley hadn't opted for one-day, and would protest that charge if it showed up on his MasterCard bill, but he had unpacked his new acquisition with real pleasure - similar to the pleasure he felt when unpacking a box of books, but sharper. Because there was that sense of heading into the unknown, he supposed. Not that he expected the Kindle to replace books, or to be much more than a novelty item, really; an attention-getter for a few weeks or months that would afterward stand forgotten and gathering dust beside the Rubik's Cube on the knickknack shelf in his living room.
It didn't strike him as peculiar that, whereas the Henderson kid's Kindle had been white, his was pink.
Not then.
CHAPTER II Ur Functions