Monday, January 28, 2008

Re: "I'm Not There"

(12:17:43 AM) Kibblesmith: a movie like that really needs to be a masterpiece to work
(12:17:48 AM) Kibblesmith: or else it just feels like homework
(12:17:55 AM) Me: yeah
(12:18:04 AM) Me: you can see them eating the sandwiches
(12:18:10 AM) Kibblesmith: haha, total fan film
(12:18:12 AM) Kibblesmith: "HEY REMEMBER THIS"
(12:18:15 AM) Kibblesmith: "WHAT IF THEY SAID THIS LYRIC"

Aiming for the stars 2

(11:46:26 PM) Gabe: watching a true instant message junky slut in action is incredible
(11:46:43 PM) Gabe: someone maintaining 13 conversations at once
(11:47:10 PM) Me: yeah and then 6 more on gchat
(11:47:18 PM) Gabe: it's like hard core bingo players who simultaneously work 10 bingo cards
(11:47:26 PM) Me: hahah yeah
(11:47:37 PM) Gabe: and if you read the "conversations"
(11:47:40 PM) Gabe: the person is just
(11:47:42 PM) Gabe: "meh."
(11:47:44 PM) Gabe: "lol"
(11:47:46 PM) Me: hahah
(11:47:48 PM) Gabe: "whatabitch"
(11:48:02 PM) Me: haha
(11:48:17 PM) Me: communicating but just barely
(11:48:22 PM) Me: like really non specifically
(11:48:30 PM) Me: and not timely in any way
(11:51:14 PM) Gabe: yeah, like the bare minimum to ward off lonelyness

"You'll come up with something"

Not always true turns out!

Comments

Could they install a comments engine on the whole internet? Like not one particular blog or page but the whole thing, so that you could post comments about the internet in general. It would be sort of the "General Interest" board; there wouldn't be one particular topic you could discuss.

Could the company that made the mash-up/tube that lets you have comments on Tumblr maybe fix up something like this?

Sunday, January 27, 2008

"Shattering fast / I'm Glass / I'm Glass"

Towards the end of Franny and Zooey, Zooey Glass is talking to his sister on the phone and he tells her she looks "shattered." What is this if not an easter egg? You read this, you either pick up on the joke or you don't. If you do what've you got except a broken toy?

Do you kill a thing when you outsmart it?

"And Wink did fuck my girl / I'm still standing here screaming 'fuck the Free World'"

This happened a while ago, but: Politico editors apologize for imposing/advancing fake narratives onto the race. I can't tell if this is a power move like the kind I describe below, since they do implicate themselves along with all the other journalists on the campaign beat -- in fact it might be the opposite.

Still, it strikes me as kind of knee-jerk, since, why exactly did New Hampshire provoke such clarity? Surely they knew about these systemic problems before. It is like when the government decided to start checking everyone's shoes in the airport after they caught Richard Reid.

Also this relates to Doree's point about how people can just say things about themselves now and expect others to accept their flaws because they are up front about them.

One better than usual

Niall Stanage, New York Observer: "Such a poor performance by Clinton is bound to be seen as evidence that the aggressive strategy her campaign pursued in this state backfired."

I guess this is just the same dull point about how "electability" is a fake thing, but this still seems significant to me. Usually campaign analysis is about how certain maneuvers will be seen by the electorate -- how this or that phrase as uttered by this or that candidate will appeal to this or that kind of voter, etc. Which is a weird enough stance because it implicitly signals to the reader that they are not the ones being manipulated. "All these other people, the voters, are the ones whose minds are changing based on what words the candidates say -- you guys reading this, you know better." It is implied, in other words, that whoever it is reading the analysis is not susceptible to the candidates' tricks/manipulations.

What Stanage is doing here is pretty different: the people he's talking about, the ones who would see Clinton's poor performance in S.C. "as evidence that the aggressive strategy her campaign pursued in this state backfired" are not those dummy "voters." They're pundits! Other journalists. Stanage is warning the readers about what all the other newspapers are going to extrapolate from these results: "they're going to say Obama is on a roll."

I guess this is like when New York Magazine decides to write an article about Gawker, a power move basically whereby whoever's writing the thing implicitly elevates him/herself above the subject. The subject is the specimen; the reporter is the scientist.

To be covered is to be taken down a notch: so you keep fighting, staving off competitors by treating them like they're part of an ecosystem over which you preside. Maintain position by being quicker, more independent, always more broad in the scope of your analysis than the other guys. Stay behind the mule, ahead of the pack; let everyone around you get tired and then report on them like they're yours to play with.

Racial?

From Obama's victory speech after South Carolina: "...the cynics who believed that what began in the snows of Iowa was just an illusion were told a different story by the good people of South Carolina..."

Songs About Songs

Songs about listening to songs, remembering songs, etc. Suggestions for more welcome, in keeping with blogs 2.0. "Smack That" doesn't count, despite circumstances.

--"Grapefruit Moon," Tom Waits
--"Certain Songs," Hold Steady
--"Fairytale in New York," Pogues
--"Playing Your Song," Hole

"Honor Thy Talese"

Gay Talese likes to tell a story, I think he probably wrote about it in A Writer's Life, about how he takes notes on those pieces of cardboard you get when you buy a new button-down shirt. As I heard it, and as it's recounted here, he'd cut the cardboard up into pieces so that they would all fit into the breast pocket of his blazer/coat. And then when got down to writing a piece or a book based on the reporting he'd hang them all up on pieces of string stretched across his office.

Franny and Zooey, p. 181:
With his face in his hands and his handkerchief headgear dropping low over his brow, Zooey sat at Seymour's old desk, inert, but not asleep, for a good twenty minutes. Then, almost in one movement, he removed the support for his face, picked up his cigar, stowed it in his mouth, opened the left-hand bottom drawer of the desk, and took out, using both hands, a seven-or eight-inch-thick stack of what appeared to be-- and were-- shirt cardboards. He placed the stack before him on the desk and began to turn the cards over, two or three at a time. His hand stayed only once, really, and then quite briefly... The cardboard that he stopped at had been written on in February, 1998. The handwriting, in blue-lead pencil, was his brother Seymour's...
Life imitates art! I'm not saying, I'm just saying.

"And I know it must be fucking with you emotionally...."

Franny and Zooey, p. 175:
"This was the first time in almost seven years that Zooey had, in the ready-made dramatic idiom, 'set foot' in Seymour's and Buddy's old room."

p. 180:
"There was little space left for walking, and none whatever for pacing. A stranger with a flair for cocktail-party descriptive prose might have commented that the room, at a quick glance, looked as if it had once been tenanted by two struggling twelve-year-old lawyers or researchers."

My mother used to tell me that a truly cultivated person does not only live virtuously, but is tactful and kind when confronted with those who don't. You're not supposed to humiliate a person, in other words, if they're not behaving right or they demonstrate that they don't know something they maybe should. You're not supposed to call them out; if you do, you are acting selfishly, in bad faith.

That's basically what Salinger is doing here. "If I was one of those crummy authors who used cliches and favored 'cocktail-party descriptive prose,' here's how I'd describe this."

Related, on p. 199, in which Zooey is telling Franny she can't just give up on acting because she despises everyone who comes to watch her perform:
You raved and you bitched when you came home about the stupidity of audiences. The goddam 'unskilled laughter' coming from the fifth row. And that's right, that's right--God knows it's depressing. I'm not saying it isn't. But that's none of your business, really. That's none of your business, Franny. An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's. You have no right to think about those things, I swear to you. Not in any real sense, anyway. You know what I mean?

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Wolf on a leash

Public advocate Betsy Gotbaum's press secretary quit because he is a "campaign junkie" and she wasn't letting him see enough combat. In this item at least he comes off as an ambitious, sly, competitive obsessive who can't stand sitting on the bench. The whole time he worked for Gotbaum he was frustrated by her reluctance to engage with the press and let him do his thing, and as soon as he found out that she wasn't going to run for reelection -- that there was no campaign to look forward to if he stayed with her -- he immediately quit. I thought guys like this were imaginary, or extinct.

I'm only a little mad about Cloverfield

Spoilers ahead, I guess, but actually my complaint is that there is nothing to spoil. The trailers for this movie made you think there would be some big revelatory explanation at the end of the rainbow. Like, "the Statue of Liberty got blown up -- don't you want to know why! Also what is Cloverfield -- don't you want to know why it's called that?" If I remember correctly the big teaser for the movie actually was, "What is Cloverfield?" That is probably easy enough to check but I'm not going to. The point is they lured you in by making you think there'd be some big sexy Shyamalan-style payoff. When in fact you get nothing of the sort; you find out right away that there is just some big squishy monster stomping around who sweats murderous spiders. You never find out where it came from or what it wants or why it's doing all these mean things. I guess maybe they will make a sequel or something where they show the whole event from someone else's perspective (weirdly I have to credit the kids sitting behind me in the movie theater with that idea; they were talking about sequel possibilities as we shuffled out) and reveal more information, but that'll only make a difference when it happens.

Everyone keeps talking about how this movie was so 9/11y but 9/11 was infinitely scarier not just because it was real (moot because as everybody knows it felt like a movie) but because as the plans were hitting one by one you got the sense there was a scheme unfolding, and you had no idea how elaborate it was. The whole day you wondered whether there were more planes in the air that had been hijacked, whether the shit was just beginning. In Cloverfield you knew the whole time that there was just this monster running around. It obviously didn't have a plan and it showed no signs of having any compelling motive for doing what it was doing.

Via Kibblesmith:

Someone is picky

Sarah: i dont think i can date someone who does not begrudgingly believe in truth

Things that work the same way, pt. 2

--"For Sale: Baby Shoes, Never Worn"
--The Hold Steady, Separation Sunday
--Dismemberment Plan, "Ellen and Ben."

Restraint; leaving out.

Pillow Talk

74. Things That Lose by Being Painted
Pinks, cherry blossoms, yellow roses. Men or women who are praised in romances as being beautiful.

75. Things That Gain by Being Painted
Pines. Autumn fields. Mountain villages and paths. Cranes and deer. A very cold winter scene; an unspeakably hot summer scene.
Like most of the best entries in Sei Shonagon's Pillow Book, these are effective because they spark that epiphany of recognition I was on about earlier. Like, they work because you read them and think, "That is totally true! An unspeakably hot summer scene really is more appealing when you look at a picture of it than when you're actually in it." At the same time, there's an element of surprise with these. I for one had never thought of things in terms of these two categories before, but now that I've been prompted to, the examples the author is offering really ring true. My list of things that gain by being painted, if I had thought to make one, would have looked a lot like Shonagon's. So in other words what she's doing is articulating, with great precision, something that has been on the tip of my tongue forever. Or at least that's how it feels; these are not revelations, they are reminders.

One unrelated thing to point out is that the first list is kind of seriously flawed. Specifically the last entry: "Men or women who are praised in romances as being beautiful." Problematic because she talking about representations, not actual things in the world, and representations can't really be painted. I guess you could argue that they can, but either way, it's fundamentally unlike the other things on the list.

I like this one:
101. Squalid Things
The back of a piece of embroidery.
The inside of a cat's ear.
A swarm of mice, who still have no fur, when they come wriggling out of their nest.
The seams of a fur robe that has not yet been lined.
Darkness in a place that does not give the impression of being very clean.
A rather unattractive woman who looks after a large brood of children.
Especially the second to last one.

Friday, January 18, 2008

Taking a page from the Doree Chronicles

Things I just bought at the deli as a "snack."

--V8 vegetable juice
--Pop tarts

I am changing. So is this blog.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

A haunting story!

A lady from Brighton Beach who works in the courthouse as a translator disappeared and the police think it might be because she worked on some mob cases. This is one of those things that Errol Morris or Truman Capote or whatever would have cut out of the newspaper and "pursued." Why is that a narrative we have?

Is it okay to just post things?

From Franny and Zooey: Zooey is in the tub and his mother is hovering around. She comes across a manuscript he's been reading and says it's an unusual title. Zooey laughs at her and she gets defensive.

"What's the matter with that title? It is very unusual. You! You don't think anything's unusual or beautiful! I've never once heard you--"

"What? Who's doesn't? Exactly what don't I think isn't beautiful?" A minor groundswell soudned behind the shower curtain, as though a rather delinquent porpoise were suddenly at play. "Listen, I don't care what you say about my race, creed, or religion, Fatty, but don't tell me I'm not sensitive to beauty. That's my Achilles' Heel, and don't you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset and I'm limp, by God. Anything. 'Peter Pan.' Even before the curtain goes up at 'Peter Pan.' I'm a goddam puddle of tears. And you ahve the gall to try to tell me that--"
I guess there are kind of ways to be sarcastic in a way that's not totally stale/generic, is what this means.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Slice of life

Zaki Palod (Boston, MA) wrote
at 12:50pm on December 10th, 2007
RICH-MAN...wtf is going on...nice chopper...and you look wayy thinner than before...stopped eating those domino's family meals alone??? haha remember those days...how's Phoenix...

Aiming for the stars

(9:56:06 PM) Gabe: have you been following the whole series or just picked that one up?
(9:56:25 PM) Me: hmm i read 7, 10, 11
(9:56:27 PM) Gabe: cause love and rockets is like the wire, its soo fucking good
(9:56:40 PM) Me: the wire is really very good!
(9:56:42 PM) Gabe: and people will be all "yeah i saw an episode/issue...not so impressed"
(9:56:55 PM) Gabe: as a wire fan
(9:57:04 PM) Gabe: i covet our best insult to wire haters
(9:57:30 PM) Gabe: "oh its cool, i understand why you couldn't relate to a show with predominately black characters"
(9:57:36 PM) Gabe: "also, you can only get laid on warcraft"

This is reprehensible

I am snarling over here, I hate these people so much.
Thank god, someone finally says it. I'm fuckin' sick of the social stigmas that society places on gamers. We will never be taken seriously until we stop catering to lonely, awkward, out of touch teenage boys and start taking steps to seriously overhaul the way we present and make video games. We can be artistic, analytical, mature, and intelligent, so why do we dumb ourselves down to such low levels? If we start talking about this and start telling people that this isn't the way we want to be perceived maybe we'll finally be able to elevate ourselves past the basement dwelling, porn addicted, ultra-violent monsters the media makes us out to be.

But it isn't merely the journalists at fault here either. The entire industry is completely obsessed with this kind of objectification. And I think it really comes down to a lack of real artists working in the field, a lack of talented and dedicated writers, and the over hollywoodization of the gaming industry. But this is far too much ground to cover in a single comment. I wish there were more stories about this kind of thing, however, because this is something that needs to be talked about.
Ugh, the whole thing is just insanely macho and reeks of that I'm-a-college-freshman-visiting-my-hometown-for-the-first-time-and-feeling-pretty-
good-about-it thing. "I'm bored by sexism." NO YOU'RE NOT. "Far too much ground to cover in a single comment." WHAT THE FUCK WHO THINKS THOUGHTS LIKE THESE.

Gabe: LETS HAVE SOME WRITING FOR GUYS WHO CAN GET LAID OUTSIDE OF WARCRAFT,FELLAS
Gabe: its not misogynistic to to be a fucking embarassing horndog

Daniel: the cuckolded "guy best friend" is the only person who would ever use the phrase "treat women like meat"
Daniel: Not even women say that
Daniel: what he's really attacking is the video game facet of "Guy Culture"
Daniel: that boring fucking religion that idle upper-middle class males and white trash kids subscribe to
Daniel: that idle class mindlessness
Daniel: Where you might buy a cd by a hot pop star
Daniel: and develop a taste for that music
Daniel: instead of buying music you like
Me: well it's like when you own 10 cd's
Me: and one of em is like, throwing copper by Live
Me: and the other one is sugar ray
Daniel: God I want to dethrone what poses for masculinity so badly

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Why Omar from the Wire gets progressive gayer as a character

Omar from the Wire becomes less and less compelling as you get further into the show. Reasons why to follow, but spoiler alert for anyone who doesn't want to be exposed to little details you don't know about yet.

Basically Omar starts falling off around the time Tasha gets killed in the gunfight at the beginning of season three and really hits the ground after Bunk talks to him in that little garden and makes him feel ashamed about what he's doing with his life.

Why is that? Because he reveals that he is aware of his own complexity and troubled by it. Like, he knows there are problems with the life he's leading and he is visibly grappling with the contradictions. As we see him doing this more and more, he becomes increasingly less (decreasingly?) mysterious, less larger- (smaller-?) than-life.

Ideelz and I talked about it and I'm pretty sure this is right: we are more fascinated by a guy who just keeps the shit out of his head and soldiers on as though he didn't know right from wrong. He lives by some private rules, and this is what makes him so singularly ruthless, brave, unstoppable.

When he starts to get all sad and self-conscious we can relate to him a lot more, but it feels banal and conventional compared to what he meant to us before. It's like when you turn the water up in the shower as hot as it can go and then turn it down a couple notches. Just feels lukewarm, if more comfortable.

This is related to NBS on Young Jeezy's "Bury Me a G" in which Jeezy raps about getting shot and a fake newscaster reporting live from the scene of the crime says over his dead body, "it was unclear whether he was the suspect or the victim." To articulate that so nakedly, NBS says, is a boring way to cheat, like turning on no clipping in Quake:
It's like, the suspect/victim thing is the only reason anything remotely morally difficult in rap is compelling at all to me. It's just too big--too big and banal and clumsy a thing to just, like, say, "It's unclear whether he was the suspect or the victim." I mean really now.
Weird fact though I guess not that surprising, NBS connects the issues raised by this song to the Wire in his thing too. He brings up Ziggy from Season 2, a guy whose enchanting, captivating ambiguity melts away not unlike Omar's as soon as he's in the cell with his father and he's telling him that the reason he did what he did was that he was tired of being the punchline to every joke.

Choire on the Times piece

Re: "Has Gawker Jumped the Snark?"

From the comments that follow this post:
Really: If the headline on the piece couldn't tolerate standing without the question mark, can it stand with it?

Friday, January 11, 2008

I'M NOT YOU, WEBSITE

The Politico's Mike Allen and Jim Vanderhei wrote a thing about how Obama and Clinton are both urgently trying to figure out strategy, demeanor, deployment of funds, etc. as they continue their campaigns. They note that Obama raised a bunch of money in the first eight days of the year and leaked the figures to Drudge, because "The site is very well read, especially by the news media, and it's a good way to generate buzz and drive the political conversation."

What if the campaign had leaked the figure to The Politico, instead? Obviously The Politico is not as influential as Drudge, but what if it was? Would The Politico report it the same way? Or would there just be an article being like, "Obama made this much money in the first days of the campaign, sources within the campaign say"? If that were the case, would other papers, like the Observer, then take on the burden of deducing and interpreting the back story to that article's apperance in the Politico?

My favorite thing about Beethoven is his beats

There’s an article in Styles this weekend about Gawker and how it’s not good anymore. To show that media insiders haven’t read the site since Choire left, they quote Rachel Sklar Elizabeth Spiers, who complains that “‘current Gawker’ is committing the Journalism 101 sin of doing too much telling and not enough showing.” Saying something is awful, she says, “is a poor substitute for an actual argument.”

This is the equivalent of saying you like Lolita because it has such an important message. Like, honestly? The thing Choire did, the thing he could do that no one else can, was precisely the opposite of “actual argument.” Spiers is right, he showed things, but the fact that he always stopped short of making an argument was what gave his posts such weight and such grace.

On vanity

Louis Menand’s article about diaries from the December 10th New Yorker is bad like the movie Transformers was bad. Do not be fooled by the whimsy with which he playfully wonders, “what’s up with diaries!” He doesn't mean it.

He starts the thing off by saying, “Hi, there are a couple of ways to explain why people might feel compelled to keep diaries but never succeed in doing so: the first one’s the id theory, the second one’s the ego theory, and the third one’s the superego theory.” Then he explains what each one of those actually means. So for instance: if you accept the “id theory,” it means you think that people want an outlet for their secret desires and secret shames but quickly realize that they actually want to forget all those things, rather than record them for posterity.

OK, a fine theory, whatever -– it is reasonably inventive and elegant. But why does Menand call it the “id theory”? What’s motivating him to give it this label? Wouldn’t it make just as much sense/offer as much insight if he didn’t?

You could say, well, the label clarifies it –- we have all these thoughts and know all these things already about the id, and when something less familiar (more specific) expresses itself as a function of it, we stand a better chance of understanding. This might be true, but it’s not good for Menand’s idea.

Which is to say, Menand had these three pretty good thoughts about why we do this weird thing with diaries, but by presenting them as mere expressions of these other, much bigger narratives, he’s forfeiting what was useful about them. Like, it actually cheapens what were initially precise ideas, by placing them in the context of very general ones and thus robbing them of their specificity. As a result of Menand’s invocation of “id,” in other words, we have learned less about why people do this weird thing with diaries.

I think this is why some people, like Nabokov, find Freudianism so distasteful –- because as a “system of thought,” it’s like a heap of blocks, this set of very big, unwieldy slabs of thought. And it plays to our worst instincts, gratifying our inclination to notice the ways in which things are the same instead of the ways in which they are different.

There's another reason why providing the labels is bad, this one less to do with its reception and more to do with Menand's motivation behind doing it. Which is that, he had these thoughts but he wasn't sure people were going to take them seriously, so he invoked the authority of Freud, whose ideas are taken for granted by so many people. I realize that Freudian psychiatry -– like, the stuff Freud actually believed about how the brain works -- has been pretty roundly discredited, but the tradition does live on in literary criticism and philosophy, and actually, when it’s applied to that stuff the dull compartmentalization by which it functions is particularly damaging.

I don't think I’m just ascribing motives to him randomly -- you can tell this is what Menand is doing and why. How can you tell? Because after he’s done enumerating the three theories (“id,” “ego,” “supergo”) he writes, “These are powerful, possibly brilliant theories, and they account for much.” Two things: 1) he’s referring to the theories as though they’re not his own –- I really can't see him being that horribly self-congratulatory. 2) the word “accounts.” These theories ACCOUNT for something, rather than explain it. ‘Account’ because these theories are already out there, they’re implicitly true, they exist and they can just explain stuff, the same way the law of gravity explains why things falls. Hate to say it but it’s a defensive mechanism, a measure to ensure that his new ideas fly by making it look like these far more established ones that Freud made up are vouching for their credibility.

This is only one reason why Menand’s article about people who keep diaries is bad. The other is that he employs cosmetic, misleading methods to trick his readers into thinking that two essentially unrelated inquiries belong in the same piece.

Because, let’s pretend for a sec that the Freudian thing doesn’t matter one way or another: he has still made a pretty respectable point, which is that the vast majority of people are at some point possessed by the impulse to keep a diary and that the vast majority of these people fail to maintain the habit. And he’s also set up a very intriguing question, which is: what allows the tiny population of people who actually succeed in keeping a diary to do that? How are they different from the people who fail? Does it take a certain kind of personality?

Instead of actually thinking about those questions though, Menand just poses them and then, by way of a slick turn of phrase, transitions into something totally different. How does he do this? By saying that these three theories he’s just described are nice and all, but that they fail to explain why we want to READ diaries. That is true, they don’t explain that. That’s because they are theories about something else: sure, he’s right that none of them explain this one thing, but that’s because all of them were designed to explain a different one.

If you read the sentence quickly enough though it gets the job done, effectively informing us that we’re about to start reading some stuff about why people feel compelled to read diaries, and convincing us that this is a perfectly logical direction for the stuff he’s been talking about so far to lead. One is reminded of a spy walking into a room of baddies and throwing a smoke bomb, or a magician doing a trick involving some sleight of hand.

I guess it’s okay that Menand wants to talk about this question and not the other, but it also means he shouldn't be allowed to get as much mileage as he does out of pretending that this is an article about “the urge to keep” diaries. Like, it’s actually how the piece is billed on the cover, and it’s also the excuse Menand uses to open with a cute “thought experiment” where the human race dies out, leaves all these diaries behind, and then another species takes over the world and can’t for the life of them figure why so many of their predecessors did this bizarre thing. That thought experiment is about why we write diaries, not how we read them. It is diametrically off-topic and thus its inclusion (along with the three or so paragraphs that come after it, up until the part where he so deftly “switches gears”) is sort of cynical.

OK, so why would Menand do this? What is he trying to get away with? I think it has to do with that same defensiveness that led him to invoke the Freud stuff.

The reason is simple: he’s writing a book review of two diaries -- one by Arthur Schlesinger and the other by Leo Lerman -- not an essay about the nature of diaries in general. And because he’s just writing a book review, he has to write about why a person would want to read diaries, and whether these two in particular have whatever that is -– not why the two men who wrote them felt compelled to do so and what in their singular characters predisposed them to maintaining it.

Menand doesn’t want us to know he’s writing a book review. That whole thing about “why the human race wants to –- but cannot force itself to—write down its own history” (not a real quote) was just something Menand wanted to say. It was his little idea, included so as to rescue his article from being just a buyer’s guide, and turn it rather into an "intellectual contribution." And you know that’s what he’s going for –- that’s why they slug it like a real article on the cover flap (“This is your life! Louis Menand on diaries and the urge to keep them”) instead of just calling it more honestly, “Louis Menand on Leo Lerman and Arthur Schlesinger’s Recently Published Diary Collections” a.k.a. a review of a couple of books.

It’s too bad because ultimately, his analysis of the two books is pretty sound and quite convincing: first he says that the diaries we like the most are the ones where the author writes about other people, because we think it gives us insight into how those people really were; then he says Arthur Schlesinger’s are consequently boring because his descriptions of people perfectly cohere with their public image, such that we don't get that tingle of insider revelation we feel when we think we're getting a private, and thus uncensored, look at someone with a big reputation or personal mythology. In the end he says basically that Lerman’s diaries are good because he was very interested in other people and described them vividly, and that Schlesinger’s are bad because they don’t give us that thing that draws us to the form.

That would have all been just fine if it wasn’t for the deceitful way in which it was presented. Like, ugh: at the end he pretends to bring it all full circle (that is, back to the id/ego/superego theories) by reiterating basically that the stuff that’s in these diaries we read is often quite unremarkable and mundane: that that’s what gives them their power, that everyone, not just the singular people who become famous or important, is capable of making observations like these, but that not everyone –- very few people, in fact -– entertain the illusion that all these observations are worth writing down. Which, yes, “brings us back” to the “beginning of the discussion.” But it’s fake and lazy; the facade of coherence only, not the real thing.

It reminds me of section, honestly. Which kinda makes sense!

P.S. For old times sake: he says near the end that the annotations in the Lerman book are so good and helpful that they are like “keyoles onto [a] vanished life, almost like miniature movie treatments.” Wamp wamp!

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Department of Corrections and Amplifications

This is the chorus from "Plateau," a song written by the Meat Puppets but known to most because Nirvana covered it on Unplugged in New York:
Nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
and an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot up there, but don't be scared
who needs actions when you've got words?
"Words" should be "verbs." That would be much funnier!

More on description

Again from Sun Also Rises, p. 201:
Back in the town I went to the cafe to have a second coffee and some buttered toast. The waiters were sweeping out the cafe and mopping off the tables. One came over and took my order ... He went away and came back with the long-handled coffee and milk pots.
"Long-handled: you know exactly what I'm talking about, ladies and gentlemen, you know you've all thought it! Am I right or am I right?"

"I Know (The Future)" / Mr. Me Too

Since my last post I have decided to reposition this space as a message board / social networking site. Please talk amongst yourselves.

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Thursday, January 03, 2008

Emerging media

The thing about what’s happening here is that Denton is actually changing Gawker from the ground up. Unless I'm imagining it, he has said in the past that he wants it to operate more like a social networking site. And like, he’s done it. He has decided that content -– the stuff written by the people he pays -- is no more important to the site than the commenters and what they say underneath each post. And it appears that the experiment is working!!

Just look at his “Ask Julia Allison” thing from last night – all he did was tell everyone who reads Gawker that Julia would be answering readers’ questions in the comments field of an “article” posted early in the day about the special event. The thing got over 70,000 pageviews – why? Because people kept refreshing the thread while Julia was doing it, hoping someone has said something funny or that Julia has made an appearance. It doesn’t matter why they did this –- they were captivated, and their captivation made them do something that translates into money for whomever runs the website that has succeeded in making them feel this way.

Taken together, the comments threads on Gawker are no less active than what I was used to when I posted on message boards back in high school. And it was the same thing –- if there was an exciting thread, especially if I was involved in it, I’d refresh it a million times, just like I check my email over and over again when I’m expecting something. In other words Denton has turned what used to be a news site into a social networking site. These are no longer just discrete articles meant to be read/appreciated on their own, but rather strategically conceived catalysts for discussion.

Some people don’t even read the “content” anymore. Tonight, one commenter wrote in a thread about 200 deep as of midnight that featured a lot of regulars taking shots at the new guy in charge: “I've been reading this site for about 2 years, not for the articles or the stunts, I come for the commenter's great responses. Denton you better not scare them away or you will have one less reader.”

Yes, all this means Gawker does not resemble a magazine or a newspaper as much as it used to, but so what? It is neither of those things and its ambition is not to recreate their model on the web. In fact, Denton’s Gawker is not even really a “blog” as we’ve come to understand them so far. In a way it’s a new form altogether, what he’s going for, since it’s not a combination of any two preexisting ones.

This is why I don’t think it’s so bad what he’s doing. Because everything is still up in the air w/r/t whatever this new form is: we haven’t quite articulated what its purpose is, what it means to do it well, what it means to do it with integrity, etc. With newspapers and magazines, we know pretty much reflexively that certain things are corruptions/compromises. Like, we believe that when a magazine cuts articles so that there’s more room for ads, something is being lost -– the point of a magazine is to have articles in it, and if you’re replacing them with ads, you’ve taken the first steps toward betraying/abandoning the heart of the project.

That is a familiar narrative to us –- we are told that everything in the world is being gradually corrupted in this way -- but maybe it doesn’t apply to whatever Denton is building. Since we don’t know yet what the point of it is, it is not really sacrilege at all for him to say “page views are the most important thing and the content doesn’t matter as long as people are clicking and discussing.” If the purpose of the content has nothing to do with “quality” as we understand it but its ability to spark discussion/activity on the site, then increasing page views by any means necessary should be your main objective when you’re writing posts.

Not saying that I think it would be fun or rewarding or fulfilling to write for such a venue. In fact I think there would inevitably be something masochistic about it, since all your decisions as a writer would be informed/guided by the conceit that you are essentially unimportant. Or at the very least not as important as other writers who work for traditional outlets, whose work exists in a vacuum, for its own sake. It would be hard to shake the feeling that you are nothing but a host designed only to attract parasites.

See also QuarterLife, a show/social networking site.

These two things work the same way

Future life

I forget what night this was, but I was at Ben's recently, watching TV with Jeremy in the living room. I don’t know where Ben was, but he wasn’t with us because at some point he came into the room and said, "Daniel wants to video chat us in a minute, can you guys pause this?” Jeremy and I both thought about how this was probably the first time we had found ourselves in such a situation but that soon it would probably happen all the time.

"Phillipe is standing on it" basically

Someone said to me the other day that she could not post to her old blog, because it was “broken.” She said she had hired someone who was supposed to “fix it.” I asked her how this could possibly be true, what it could possibly mean. She explained that she used to be able to post to the blog, and then one day it stopped letting her. As in, she can still log in and use the software or whatever, but when she hits the post button nothing happens. In retrospect how else would a blog break.

In kind of a perfect way this is the opposite of the thing I like where world things describe themselves as though they were on the internet (see ClermontGreene.com, Garbage's Version 2.0, Lifehacker, Sprite Remix, etc.).

Why descriptiveness is a fake idea

Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises, p. 138:
He was pulling his cheek before the glass, looking to see if there were unshaven patches under the line of the jaw.

This is a good example of the problem I have with matters related to detail/evocativeness in literature. Like, why do we think this description is good when we read it? Because we -– well at least us boys! -– recognize it from our daily lives, and we’re impressed that Hemingway managed to describe it so accurately, to notice it with such precision and to translate so seamlessly into actual words what doing that thing feels like / how it registers in our heads when we’re doing it. The resonance is what makes it so satisfying.

This is troubling because it means we just like it when writers can articulate an experience that we've had -- or worse, when writers can believably render palpable/concrete something that we know of only in abstract or very general terms. This applies to descriptions of all kinds -- metaphors, similes, sensory details, etc.: the ones we think are good feel true either because we like the way it feels when we are reminded of something, or, worse, because it makes us feel good about ourselves to recognize something that this author we're reading evidently thought was singular/important enough to include in his/her book. When a description resonates, we feel like we're being congratulated for having noticed something really special. It proves that we are sensitive and observant.

Both of these are very tacky reasons to think a thing is good.

I want to quote from a book I have in galley but I don't want to say what it is because it might be against the rules or something. Suffice it to say this is a prominent literary critic. In his new book he writes that literature is different from life because in life no one is directing us toward detail; the details are just sort of all around us and it's up to us to notice them. In literature we have someone pointing a finger at specific things and forcing us to pay attention to the way they look/feel/taste/are. He writes that some details seem true and others don't. The ones that do achieve their success by drawing "abstraction toward itself" and killing it with "a puff of palpability." A great detail "centers our attention with its concretion."

He lists some examples. They include: "the way old leather jackets have white lines in them like the strations of fat in pieces of meat" and "the way fresh snow 'creaks' underfoot."

Am I wrong to think both of these are implicitly supposed to remind you of whatever they're describing? It seems to me that that's precisely how they function -- hence the construction "the way..." I guess that is the nature of realism? It seems so primitive a mechanism -- it kind of compromises the aura/mystery of "great writing."

I guess one thing to note is that truly great metaphors/similes are thought to be the ones that illuminate a relationship you hadn’t thought of before -- ones that not only affirm the common ground two things share, but show you common ground that you didn’t realize existed and thus enrich/alter your conception of those two things. This is how we learn about the world, maybe! As that same critic puts it, "Literature makes us better noticers of life; we get to practice on life itself; which in turn makes us better readers of detail in literature."

And yet most metaphors aren’t like that –- most of them are just counting on the same reaction most mash-ups seem to be going for: "Oh hey, I recognize that!" That idea via NBS, who wrote about it in a Stylus article:
...the thing about genuine, good-natured people is that a lot of them clearly don’t give a ratty fuck what they’re listening to, as long as they know what they’re listening to, feel it at 130bpm, and can download it off Discobelle. In 2006, did “liking music” really just mean “identifying samples”?