Codex, by Lev Grossman
Due: IN CLASS October 3rd
“See, I’m a 21st century digital boy,
I don’t know how to read but I got a lot of toys.
My Daddy’s a lazy middle-class intellectual,
My Mommy’s on valium, so ineffectual.
Ain’t life a mystery?”
Bad Religion – “21st Century Digital Boy”
Pick one of the following topics:
TOPIC ALPHA:
In a way it was idiotic. He was treating these books like they were holy relics. It wasn’t like he would ever actually read them. But there was something magnetic about them, something that compelled respect, even the silly ones, like the enlightenment treatise about how lightning was caused by bees. They were information, data, but not in the form he was used to dealing with it. They were non-digital, nonelectrical chunks of memory, not stamped out of silicon but laboriously crafted out of wood pulp and ink, leather and glue. Somebody had cared enough to write these things; somebody else had cared enough to buy them, possibly even read them, at the very least keep them safe for 150 years, sometimes longer, when they could have vanished at the touch of a spark. That made them worth something, didn’t it, just by itself? (57)
Well? Does “that” make them “worth something … just by itself”? Agree or disagree and explain your reasoning.
TOPIC BETA:
At first Edward thought he was looking at a photograph, frozen and digitized. The scene was strikingly realistic. It was like looking through a window into another world. The light was green, and there were trees around him, a grove of slender birches and aspens with sunlight falling between them. A light breeze ruffled their tiny leaves. Beyond the delicate scrim of trees was open air and green grass. (46-47)
There was something weird about the game. The images moved perfectly smoothly, with no cartoonish jumping or stuttering. The colors were drawn from an intense, hyperreal palette, like a green landscape seconds before a thunderstorm, and the level of detail was impossibly fine. Focusing in on a nearby branch, he saw that one leaf on it had a tiny, irregular half circle nibbled out of one of its edges. It was less like a movie than an old master painting come to life. (47)
When did he finally go to bed? God, he was no better than Stewart and his GameBoy. (50)
Well? Is Edward “no better than Stewart and his GameBoy”? Agree or disagree and explain your reasoning.