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Let us look at it this way. If Kaufman, as a young boy, had found solace in horses he would be calling us Nazis for driving cars. He had a rough childhood, and that is a good reason not to be too harsh on him. He thinks some of the few things he remembers fondly are disappearing and it makes him angry and sad. But what he doesn't see, is that they are not disappearing, that they are transforming, changing for the better. With an electronic reader that child can sit anywhere and have a whole library with him or her. What can be more wonderful than that? That is life, always changing, always evolving.
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