I am not a fan of video games. Never have been. Never will be.
I recall the first one: a tennis ball moving from left to right, right to left, etc. and two bars moving up and down on each side of the screen to act as rackets. People “played” tennis for hours. I found this boring, after about one minute.
Next, I recall Donkey Kong machine in the hallway of that advertising agency where I worked. I guess the idea was to provide “tension breaks” for the creative people, but I remember only account guys glued to the screen for hours. I did not try once.
The next permutation was Nintendo. I brought one of the first--if not the first--machines to Germany for my kids. The only game was Mario Brothers, which my son played for hours and mastered. (I’m sure it helped his skills in becoming an Airbus pilot.) He had the imagination and patience to seek the hidden doors and levels. I tried, but was never as good as my children. I recall being frustrated that my training as a helicopter pilot did not help me to outdo a ten year-old kid. After all, fathers are supposed to be better at everything than their children.
Games have become more sophisticated and more violent. I do not understand the appeal. I should, because I know how easily humans are attracted by simple pleasure and become addicted to escapism.
The most-alarming aspect is how easily children are exploited. Lured by free apps, the fall into the trap of clicking on pay content. I heard today of 5 year-old in England running up a£17,000 in one day. He needed to buy weapons to compete.
I prefer books...
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.