Well, I’m going to say it outright: I do negatively judge people who don’t read books. I value intelligence and intellectual curiosity more than anything else and books are the best way to acquire the first, feed the latter and inspire both.
Even with the great resources like the internet and educational networks like TLC and Discovery, you’d be hard-pressed to find any resource that will go into the type of depth about a subject the way a book is capable of. Yes, even Wikipedia (which shouldn’t be considered as anything more than a starting point for information on a subject). For example, I’ve seen several documentaries about Hitler and the Third Reich, yet all of them combined didn’t tell me as much as the book The Life and Death of Nazi Germany by Robert Goldston. Another example is the movie Supersize Me and the book Fast Food Nation. They have essentially the same message, but the book tells you so much more about the fast food industry, the unhealthiness of the food, the exploitation of workers, etc. Simply put, the book format just allows a depth of detail that could only be matched in another format over the course of an almost unwieldy amount of time. Guns, Germs and Steel, for example, is around 16 hours long in audiobook form. How many documentaries or Discovery Channel programs spend that much time (and detail) on a single subject? Not many (only Claude Lanzmann’s Shoah comes to mind at the moment).
The above is mostly an argument for non-fiction, but the same principle applies to fiction. It’s a rare movie or television show that will have the same depth of characterization and plot as a book (though I have to admit, TV shows are having a bit of renaissance right now on that point). For me, fiction is about really getting into the heads of characters and being entertained by intricate plots; books seem to be better equipped for this, especially in regards to the former.
To illustrate it differently, I think of intelligence like fresh water. Yeah, you could go around collecting drops from a bunch of leaves or stand in the rain with your mouth open to quench your thirst, but why not just drink straight from the river of knowledge?
In real life, I hardly know anyone who reads. Besides my brothers and one friend, I can’t think of anyone else. Yes, I am aware that my world is quite small. And there is a distinct difference in the conversations I have with the readers from the non-readers, the most obvious one being the depth of conversation. My best friend, who is not a reader, is a clever, funny guy, but there are certain subjects that just can’t be discussed between us. His interests revolve around the little things that happen in his life: family, work, social relationships, etc. There’s no questioning of the origins of life, the meaning of the universe, the basis of morals, etc., with him. Since I do think about these things, I tend to rattle on about them and he listens attentively, but doesn’t add much to the discussion.
Don’t misunderstand me: I don’t think all non-readers are unintelligent (though I feel you’ll find a much higher concentration of intelligent people amongst readers). What I have observed from the non-readers in my life is that their intelligence extends to a certain level but doesn’t reach beyond it. Some are smarter than others, but it’s as if it only reaches to a point and ends there. For some of them, it almost feels like they have a solid grasp of the practical side of a matter, but not the conceptual side (and no desire to know it either). Kind of like the kids in class who do exactly what is required to get that “A” grade but don’t care to learn further. This doesn’t mean they are bad people. I am quite fond of many non-readers. But the depth of my relationship with them can only extend so far if certain discussions are stillborn.
Please don’t take this rant as a knock against you, @JLeslie. You appear to be quite rational, skeptical and intelligent (as far a I can tell from your Fluther persona).