Popular Culture

April 28, 2008

When the Journey of Life Means Nothing At All

I have recently read a not terribly good novel.  To protect the guilty, I I won't name the book, but part of the reason for reading it was to distinguish more clearly the particular qualities of Tolstoy Lied (blogged here).  I finished Tolstoy Lied feeling certain, first, that I could never write to that level of quality, and second, that a great novel requires much more than unusually good writing (because Tolstoy Lied, for all its attributes, will never be a great novel).  This recent read left me with the thought, "I could do that!"

I suspect that is what the author thought too, though instead of reaching that conclusion after reading a mediocre novel, she reached it after watching a mediocre action flick.  The novel has become the poor man's cinema: if you don't have access to the capitol and connections to create a movie, you can write a book instead.

The primary feature of these made-for-movies novels is that the climax and resolution of the story are conflated, and both are offered with considerably less detail than the build up.  The reader can envision the credits rolling up as they dump their popcorn on the theater floor and caste a sidelong glance at the sole movie goer who has been brought to tears.  Reality television also conflates climax and resolution, or more accurately it attempts to present climax as resolution.  Resolution is swept under the rug: the B-list career that follows the American Idol appearance will not be televised.  On the front end, a lifetime of artistic development and accomplishment are compressed into a few weeks.

But artists have always been dreamers.  Viewed as more insidious by me and my fat friends is Biggest Loser, where the contestants go from fat to svelte in one season.  They then disappear to that dark corner where the fat grows; 99% of people who lose 75 pounds or more regain it within 5 years even if they lost it on TV.

The peculiar heroism of the action movie, the determined heroism of the artist and the everyday heroism of the successful loser are turned into compressed actions devoid of decision and meaning.  This is not a template for heroism that the reader or viewer can apply to his or her own life.  When it comes to heroism, these dramas and plot lines that anyone could write turn into patterns of heroism that no one can live.

In the novel, the fatally ill heroine takes a few courageous steps that dramatically change the last days of her life and of the lives of those who she leaved behind.  At one point, she pointedly decides that she doesn't want to know the future effect of one of her decisions.  The reader never knows just why she made that decision to start with.  After her death, nothing has changed that much.  A few pawns have moved here and there on the chessboard, but how they feel and the possibility that in fact everything has been changed isn't communicated. Soft focus and cue the credits.

I'm not requiring all entertainment to be intellectually nuanced; shallow entertainment has existed since time immemorial and the very best entertainment --think Shakespeare-- is so true to life that it can be enjoyed as pure story or as something more.  I do think that the failures that I have highlighted in current entertainment are peculiar to our time.  In contrast, consider The Three Stooges.  Not serious work at all, but work that showed a simplified pattern of stimulus, reaction, and resolution.  Indeed, the extreme simplification was part of the comedy.  On the highbrow side post-modernism played with the link-up of those three items, but you can only play with them if you have their structure to launch off from.  Our current popular art seems to be losing the link-up.  As much as that is failing to tell our society something, it is also telling of something in our society that is failing.

January 22, 2008

Of Small Communication

The meaning and use of communication is a question that may have been of interest to philosophers in the past, but was hardly a topic of interest to everyday people.  If two farmers from neighboring towns met on a road, their communication would be obvious.  First, there would be some issues of status- whether or not they are friendly, how any differences in economic strata might play in.  Assuming they were friendly, they might share information about the weather and about the markets.  Perhaps some social news.  Via this discussion, each would walk away with a wider view than when he had entered the conversation.  Communication was thus a means of gathering information, just like touch or smell or any other means of interacting with the wider world.

Urbanism brings a new importance to filtering communication.  One is at risk of being swamping by useless information and means of avoiding communication are as important as means of accessing communication.  An etiquette develops of who you do and do not communicate with.  Tribalism, by occupation, by social class, and by family or religion or ethnicity intensifies.  An introverted friend commented that if he'd been born in urban India he would have suffered acutely.  And indeed it is India where the idea of finding truth by avoiding communication has been perfected- the hermit seeking enlightenment, Gandhi taking one day a week to not speak.  Communication filtered out.

In American popular culture, we still have the frontiersman's belief in communication.  The Supreme Court has reinterpreted freedom of speech to also mean freedom to hear.  We believe that communication-- even advertising, even outright falsehood-- has value and tells us something about the world.  When filtering is done, it is done by the individual and it is done in terms of meaning.  The difference between American and European views of communication are best expressed by the fact that when Americans want to give an example of dangerous communication they reference shouting fire in a crowded theater; when Europeans want to give an example of dangerous communication they reference the killing of six million Jews in the Holocaust.  Europeans, therefore, put more emphasis on social/legal filtering of communication and of filtering by facts.

An individual today faces a paradox: on the one hand, there are the global, constant, present, networks of communication opportunities; on the other hand, communication has gotten very small.  Moments of talk on a cell phone between errands, a couple of sentences on a message board or via email, or just a couple of letters and numbers on a text message.  In 2007, two brothers who grew frustrated with their limited texting made a pact to video email each other every other day- one brother doing a video one day and other replying back the next day.  Video email could only be considered "big" communication in juxtaposition to texting.

Human communication never was only about widening a world view and getting information.  Communication has always had a touch of the divine.  "For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them." (Matthew 18:20)  There is the sense that in true community, we touch something not just wider than our own immediate experience, but something more expansive than our own experience of existence.  If all went well, those two farmers meeting on the road walked away with that expansiveness in their hearts as well as information in their heads.

In this world of small communication, it is now possible to experience communication which does not widen the experience of the world and which bypasses expansiveness.  Tribalism can be tightened down to the tribe of one.  It is more possible than ever to live a life of solipsism, channeling in only communication that echos your own thoughts.  The "flame wars" on today's internet are an expression of the outrage of solipsism disturbed.  "Smallness" communication is now considered polite.  The individual determines the meaning of the response before you've ever responded.  Consequently, if someone writes on a chat board that they "told someone off" (telling people off being exactly the ethic of the era, never mind any larger communication), the only acceptable response is  "Ya!  You tell 'em!!"

And yet, community exists.  It exists more frequently than I think it does- I am always surprised (pleasantly) when someone on the internet engages me rather than pre-determines my meaning as just a piece of (misbehaving) scenery in their world.  Because of my expectation, my internet communication tends to be mainly a letter by me to myself.  In behaving this way, I've failed on all of Sartre's commitments- I'm not writing to anyone.  Or, even worse, I'm writing to a muse, a prime reader, that will someday appear and proclaim that he understands me (interested muses please apply via match.com), that he is willing to be my scenery before we've even met.

For all the hand-wringing over small communication, there is one thing that is worse: no communication.  Plenty about the inhumane mechanics of modern life press toward a zombified existence of non-communication.  The flame wars are fanned most furiously by a crowd of young people who have been cut off from the advantages of adult communication.  Something started slipping with my own cohort (I'm in my early 30's) and seems to continue to have gone further and further awry.  Gertrude Carter, a college councilor, and co-writer Jeffrey Wiseman discuss this issue in their article, "The Illusion of Certainty: Do Advances in Psychopharmacology Suggest That Students' Inner Livers Are Irrelevant?"  They write:

These fractured interactions with caregivers [psychotherapists who previously prescribed medications to the students with little interaction] seem to mirror the student's past inconsistent interactions with caretakers.  Their need to restore and strengthen interpersonal relationships is not recognized in the effort to control symptoms with medication.

These young people have been failed by the real world and for a stunning number their meaning as humans has been reduced to brain biochemistry with no concern for the fundamental human connection that is missing from their lives.  And yet they show up online.  The enormity of the communications infrastructures means that we all still want to try.  Community, real community, intense community, can be built out of this small communication.  Real relationships and real meaning require stepping up out of the small before we can reach the expansive, but there is nothing about small communication that says that a person has to be trapped there all of the time.

My life was saved by a bunch of women on a Weight Watcher's chatboard.  Using small communication, people who were probably mainly lecturing themselves changed my world.  Based on the connections formed in that environment, I've then been able to have more meaningful communication and relationships with the same people in the real world.  And in the real world, I've been set free from the very real limitations of obesity.  That's access to the wider world, and expansiveness, all out of small communication.  Perhaps we should be done with the hand-wringing.

P.S.

Aside from considering my interactions with my Weight Watcher's group and reading the Lévy book and the pharma books before that (the manipulations of tribalism are discussed in Generation Rx and the reference for the Supreme Court case is given, the hearer's right to hear is what permitted Direct-to-Consumer pharmaceutical advertising, also the book was where I first read a reference to the writing of Carter & Wiseman), an article by News & Observer writer Peder Zane, "We're Servants of our Overload" and subsequent email conversation with David at Breakfast with Pandora (who has been doing quite a few posts of his own about communication, media, the internet, etc.) set off this particular word explosion.

December 09, 2007

Enchanted (spoilers)

So, off to see the new Disney pic, Enchanted.  Hody-hum, check that off the list of things to do.  At first I didn't see the movie as having anything to do with hope, because I hadn't been thinking of romantic love as something meaningful to desire.  This only reveals the extent of my stoic mistakes; of course everyone would wish to fall in love, and not just fall in love but a deep, trusting, (proper) enmeshment of love.

Nonetheless, I still see romantic hopefulness as at best an ethical distraction.  At worst, a lie: If you are good, very good, your prize will be not just the love of your life, but a love from a human which surpasses all human love.  And there is another lie, an old lie but one which is becoming ever more popular in the youth culture of despair, which is that nothing else about the quality of your life or yourself matters, if only you fall in love.  You may be a 15-year-old strung out on crack living under a bridge, but if you fall in love, there's the ticket!

This fuels a push to be willing to give up anything, even your life to the dangers of incautious sex, to chase after that idea of love.  Or, the opposite, the young woman who sits in her apartment doing absolutely nothing (or singing to the forest creatures, oy), waiting for a romance that will make her life meaningful.  All of this would make a woman like Jane Addams, who didn't wait for romance to solve anything and is one of my all-time heroes, roll over in her grave for sure.

What is the right answer?  Mulling this over, I keep coming back to an idea introduced in Eric Fromm's The Art of Loving.  He gives, I think (I don't have the book in front of me) three things that are essential to love and one of them is knowledge.  Love requires knowledge.  So part of the right answer is the answer the movie arrives at: dating.  At the end of the movie, the fairy-tale woman come to reality isn't in happily ever after, she is dating.  Perhaps she'll even get a job and find some other meaningful activities in her spare time.  The real-life woman who has jumped into the fairy-tale is not only walking down the isle, at the altar she throws away her Blackberry- a sign of the complexity, but also of the information and knowledge, of her real life.

In writing this I read the musings of a couple of other folks on the net:
John's Movie Blog
Breakfast with Pandora