According to a Carnegie Corporation study (I’ll have to take the Minneapolis Star Tribune’s word for it, since I can’t find a link to the study itself), the average age of a newspaper reader is now 55.
In a world where people are increasingly getting their news instantly online, where news analysis and commentary comes almost as instantly from countless Web sites, blogs, and wikis, the media landscape’s tolerance for newspapers is constantly decreasing. I can’t imagine that trend reversing direction.
There’s a certain pleasure in reading a newspaper that goes beyond just getting the ball scores or the latest Presidential sound bite. Reading a newspaper is also about the feel of the paper, the sound of turning the pages. It’s interactive (try the Jumble or the crossword puzzle), and it sparks conversation (“Hey, you done with the entertainment section yet?”).
Sadly, the pleasure of reading a newspaper seems to be going the way of penny candy and vinyl record albums. It’s a shame. You can’t pick up and stretch Dilbert’s face by pressing Silly Putty against the computer screen, and it’s not at all convenient to bring the laptop into the bathroom or onto the beach.