One of the clearest ways Red Slaves reflects my own preferences and inclinations is the obsession with the printed word. For Anne, if it has been published, it has a level of credibility it would be hard to otherwise trust.
In fact, she spends the first few months after her initial transformation bent on pretending she’s still a researcher, enjoying the trove of books in her new home.
Here again, technology has outstripped the time in which the story is set. The Internet didn’t become something widely available in the U.S. until the early- to mid-90s; Anne still had the joy of digging through card catalogs and enjoying the fine vellums of ancient tomes.
It’s lucky she’s not allergic to book dust the way I am. One of the biggest annoyances of my life is opening an old book and sneezing in the face of the puff of dust it releases with the underlying scent of mold. Even though my eBook library is growing, I don’t think I’ll ever move away from printed material, either–despite complaints by those who have helped us schlep box after box of BOOKS.