on the dearth of slow readers

It seems so obvious, this question of pace, and yet it is not. Reviewers, who can never waste more than an hour, with a book, are the most to blame. Journalism encourages haste; haste in the writer, haste in the reader, and haste is the enemy of art. Art, in its making and in its enjoying, demands long tracts of time. Books, like cats, do not wear watches.
Over and above all the individual rhythms of music, pictures and words, is the rhythm of art itself. Art objects to the fakeries of clock culture.

- Jeanette Winterson, "A Veil of Words" pg 90, Art Objects: Essays on Ecstasy and Effontery.