I received my replacement Kindle yesterday. All the inconveniences with this new bit of technologies have reduced my unbridled enthusiasm. First, it ran out of batteries while I was waiting for my return flight home last week, which meant I couldn't finish the novel I was reading (frustrating!). Then, almost as soon as I got home, the screen malfunctioned and I had to get a replacement, which took nearly a week. Okay, so the thing is not perfect.
In the meantime, a few friends have asked why I like it, the uses I have for it and the extent to which it rules over my life. But the final blow came when my friend C. Wess Daniels Tweeted a link to a scathing social critique of the Kindle which ended with the irenic sentence, "The Kindle is the devil." Now, I love Adbusters and it pains me to have any disagreement with their author's analysis, privately harboring feelings that these folks are Ludites. So, after calming down, I think I can hazzard an explanation for my continuing, though tempered, affection for my Kindle.
First, you should read the Adbusters critique entitled, Melt Your Kindle. It's brief. But, in case you won't read it, for whatever reason, allow me to excerpt the main points: