In Robert Galbraith’s latest crime novel, The Silkworm, detective Cormoran Strike and his assistant Robin are discussing the virtues of blogging…
‘Why?’ asked Strike heavily.
‘Why what?’ said Robin looking up at him.
‘Why do people do this?’
‘Blog, you mean? I don’t know… didn’t someone once say that the unexamined life isn’t worth living?’
‘Yeah, Plato,’ said Strike, ‘but this isn’t examining a life, it’s exhibiting it.’
He has a point – exhibitionism. Not my thing. But if I come across something I think is genuinely worth knowing or being amused by, then it’s in. If he hadn’t gone and died at the absurdly young age of 48, I would have devoured anything Douglas Adams had to say about life, the universe and indeed, all things. As for those bloggers I read, they are mainly connected to work I admire or am in awe of. There’s not enough life to keep up with too many bloggers out there and these screens can dominate a life if you let them. The same goes for Twitter and Facebook. Let’s share our friends’ lives, of course but let’s keep some wit and discretion factored in (he says rather hypocritically on this night at least).
This evening is the eve of my novel launch (time to be a little bit of an exhibitionist) so I’ll just say no more and hope all of you reading will say it all for me.