The 40-inch Mitsubishi console set, encased in an oak cabinet and clearly top of the line when new in 1989, fit perfectly with the shag carpet and paneled walls of my 1964 split-level.Īs I contemplated a replacement set, I realized how much my viewing habits had changed over the past decade. My most recent TV, which gave up the ghost just last year, came with the house: the previous owner had decided the old tube television was too heavy to move. Black-and-white TVs gave way to color, and smaller sets with grainy resolution were followed by larger screens with better pictures. All of my TVs have come as hand-me-down gifts-from friends, family, or former roommates-as everyone around me upgraded. Yet despite the hours spent gazing happily at the screen, I have never actually purchased a television.
I watch a lot of TV, probably much more than I should admit as the author of a book review.
The TVs of Tomorrow: How RCA’s Flat-Screen Dreams Led to the First LCDs.
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