Over at Book2, James Bridle reveals the book he made from his tweets: Turns out that 4100 tweets can produce a 270 page book. Bridle says that he did it primarily to test his InDesign skills and to find out how Lulu handles hardcovers. But isn't that what lorem ipsum is for? I don't know. It seems to me that tweets are intrinsically ephemeral — not a bad thing in itself — and to preserve them between hard covers is a little like arranging a group of potato chips in an oak-and-glass display cabinet. And isn't Twitter all about connecting with others? This does get me thinking, though: just as a decade ago there was a rash of epistolary novels consisting of emails, and in the last few years cellphone novels have been big in Japan, it's only a matter of time until someone writes a Twitter novel. The combination of general tweets, replies, and direct messages could provide an interesting variety of secrets, misdirections, and revelations. It's bound to happen.