Showing posts with label Media Theory. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Media Theory. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 16, 2023

Can't Get You Out of My Head: An Emotional History of the Modern World - Adam Curtis - 2021


★★★★★-Holy shit. A masterpiece six-part BBC documentary series from Adam Curtis about how our contemporary existence, which emphasizes individualism over collectivism, is completely shit, totally unfulfilling, and was designed as a way for the powerful elite to keep citizens in control. “All human beings live in a made-up dream world of stories, which give them the illusion that they are in control,” he says. “But really, there’s something else inside them that they will never contact.” Goes through all of the intricacies of how it got this way. I think this is supposed to be a kind of call to wake-the-fuck-up, but doesn't exactly offer a way out of the mess, not that it really needs to. The documentary is more impartial observation.

It really goes deep, discussing things like the fall of the British Empire, American imperialism, China's political crisis in the wake of the Great Leap Forward, and the resurgence of Russian nationalism. It goes through all this and more whilst telling individual stories that came out of those systems. 

All this has led the perpetual creation of conspiracy theories and grasping at dangerous national myths. This while also coming to a sobering realization in the failure of technology to emancipate society envisioned by techno-utopians. The result was a surge in populism in the West, culminating in Brexit and Trump, as people looked to radically alternative visions for the future, allowing for those in power to push beyond ethical boundaries that should have served as breaking points. Like I said, holy shit. 

Curtis first blipped on my radar in college when I stumbled upon his BBC documentary series Pandora's Box: A Fable From the Age of Science which aired in 1993. It deals with the consequences of political and technocratic rationalism. Also in six parts, each episode deals with a theme. They are: Communism in the Soviet Union, systems analysis and game theory during the Cold War, economy of the United Kingdom during the 1970s, the insecticide DDT, Kwame Nkrumah's leadership in Ghana in the 1950s, and the history of nuclear power. It blew my mind. 

At some point in the last year I heard an interview with Chuck Klosterman where he talked about Pandora's Box and Adam Curtis, focusing on this new documentary and how heavy it was. That shit is my brand, so I'd watch until my brain hurt, turn it off, and start up again the next day from where I left off. It took me forever to watch it. But holy shit, did I love it. As a guy who fancies himself a media theorist, I'm not sure if it is for everyone, but it is definitely my jam. 

One of the things I enjoyed most was the lesson of the oft-forgotten historical figure whose influence triggered ripples that continue into the present. Individuals like Michael X, Afeni Shakur and her son Tupac (who took on the persona of a character to create change only to live as a cartoon), Arthur Sackler, Jiang Qing (Mao Zedong's wife), Murray Gell-Mann, and others are explored to provide some context behind the turmoil that engulfs the world at present. 

It also details the struggles faced by those marginalized by society. Some examples. The story of a woman seeking a sex change in the 1970s that is forced to undergo demeaning psychological evaluation. The reality of the Ethiopian famine which led to Live Aid which is remembered as a kick ass concert but was really a scandal that throws us into the complexities of humanitarian intervention that resulted in the exploitation of the narrative for personal gain. 

Yeah, this mesmerizing series rocked me. The main point that I walked away with is that humans inhabit a simplified dream world that defies rationality. In an era of individualism, rather than attempting to alter this dream world, governments fight for its preservation. The allure of appealing to reason and effecting change on a grand scale is rendered obsolete as we are content with the dream, like in Brave New World. This controlling our collective rage (done on a global scale) is a means to consolidate power and eliminate political adversaries. The disheartening truth is that all endeavors to radically transform the world lead to profound pessimism with the responsibility lying on the individual, rather than society as a whole. As individuals turn inward, the management of this attractive yet pessimistically curated dream world becomes a hybrid amalgamation of psychology, economics, and finance. The dream world thrives as through its meticulous cultivation by the ruling class.

This is something I think about constantly as I recycle, eat a vegan diet, and just basically try and live simply. It's all just a drop in the bucket, my actions. It shouldn't be on us to change the world. Sure, we probably all do our part, some of us anyhow. But it should really be on the ruling classes to get the real problems figured out. But why do that when they can just distract us with bullshit while preserving the status quo. Yeah, if I were teaching a class, this would absolutely be on my syllabus. I've got like 12 pages of notes, but nothing I really say about it is going to do it justice. 

You can watch it for free on YouTube here. It will blow your mind. Plus, the soundtrack is incredible.

On Trump's CNN Townhall

In regards to CNN putting this trash on television. Way I see it, basing this on my worthless grad school work on Neil Postman and Marshall McLuhan and so forth, the electric teevee machine isn’t designed for real debate, just entertainment. So despite claiming they are a news source, their trying to entertain (unlike say PBS or whatever). It’s purpose is to get you there and keep you watching. He’s on their network to do the dog and pony show and bring in unlikely viewers, maybe (wishful thinking here) win some over by pandering to them. “See we aren’t liberal after all! Trump is here! We gave him a platform and let him say whatever he wants (pretty much).” So they keep pandering, inching farther right. Bring on someone like Jeffrey Lord and Tomi Lauren to say whatever Trump says is normal and that he was the greatest president ever. Hoping to get more viewers and more advertising and all that.

The aim is to seem middle of the road to get both sides watching. To do this, media companies in this lane give crazy a platform and constantly cover it. This always has the effect of normalizing it. “If the election wasn’t stolen, why would they let him repeatedly say this?” “If he was a rapist, why would they let him joke about it?” So forth. Plus, I think we’re still in this climate change and guns everywhere mess because both sides get treated as valid. Right-wing media is treated pretty fairly though they outright lie and deny the other side as being valid at all. So what we get is the echo chamber saying congress shutting down the government is great (or whatever), and then the mainstream saying, “well, they have a point.”

Trump’s gift, from a media theory perspective, is his ability to own people’s attention because he understands how mediums like television own our attention. So he stokes conflict, turning everything into can’t-look-away entertainment.

CNN knows this. They are not innocent. Yeah, viewers make the choice to watch, but they’re manipulated into doing so. Trump won in 2016 because of this shit. 

Sunday, April 2, 2017

They Live is the greatest movie of all time

When I was a child They Live was somewhere between amazing and the greatest movie of all time. This is John Carpenter at the top of his game and completely holds up all these years later. Yeah, it's totally flawless.

The movie serves as a good social commentary on class inequality (which I get into below) as well as contemporary media theory. In the vein of Neil Postman and Marshall McLuhan the film signals the declining ability of mass media to share serious ideas. These images confound the issues by demeaning and undermining political discourse. Real issues are turned into superficial images that are less about ideas than they are about distracting. This may be the best representation of those ideas on the big screen.

It is especially good considering today's political climate. It should be required viewing for Trump voters.


Pros: Super fun. Works as a social commentary. Carpenter at his most subversive. Pretty funny.

Cons: Some of the fight scenes drag on a bit. Ending is somewhat cliché.

Disclaimer: My notes pretty much always contain some spoilers but I rarely give away the ending.

Notes: The movie is basically a political satire. Street preacher is talking about how we are enslaved and the masters are right there around them. We just have to wake up and see. Piper looks at him like, “huh, this guy is making some sense.” Piper is, of course, homeless. Meets Keith David after working a manual labor gig. He takes him to a homeless camp. Imparts some homeless person wisdom. Piper says he believes in America still. He is not what I would call a cynic.

Lot of class warfare stuff going on here early. Totally a metaphor for communism. Guy pirates his way into television broadcasts and spews all this revolution jargon. A lot of “one day we will rise up and smash the oppressors.” Typical commie stuff. Eventually, Piper makes his way to this church where that dude posts up. Also in there is the black dude from Repo Man, Sy Richardson. They making these glasses that let you see the lizard people and wouldn't you know it, the lizard people, with the help of LA's finest, a la bourgeoisie, attack the church. They more or less just relocate the church and homeless camp (which takes way too long) where Piper lives. This is represents the proletariat. This is the movie, the communist revolution, but with aliens.

With the church leaders presumably beaten to death, the homeless camp starts to reform. Piper goes back to the church. Kicks down a wall and finds a box of those fancy sunglasses the church elders were making. With these sunglasses, Piper now sees the way things really are. Billboards now read “Obey” and “Marry and Reproduce” and “Do Not Question Authority” and a bunch of other stuff. Some people are aliens or whatever and money reads “This is Your God.” He also hears stuff which doesn't make any sense but roll with it. It's a really good scene. 

Eventually all this gets to be too much for him and he freaks out. Starts telling it as he sees it which is a mistake. Tells a chick she is “really fucking ugly.” The aliens get on their watch/phone/communicator things. Piper insults a few more people and gets kicked out of the store. Finest show up and then it's fucking on like Michelle Kwan. Piper is there to “chew bubblegum and kick ass” and he's “all out of bubblegum” and he starts mowing down aliens.

Several absurd one liners. There is the bubblegum line, this is where that came from. “Momma don't like tattle tales.”

Kidnaps this lady. Gives her the talk. As soon as she gets a chance she hits him with a bottle and throws him out the window. It is insane. He falls from the second story, face first, and rolls 40 feet down a rocky hill before planting in the middle of the street. One hell of tumble. She calls the police but see that she has Piper's crazy glasses.

Now everyone thinks Piper is an raving psychopath and his mug is all over the news. No where for him to go at this point. Gets himself some more glasses from a garbage truck. Keith David shows up and gives him a week pay before punching him in the face. They have an epic fight that includes multiple fucking suplexes. It goes on forever and they are both fucked in the end. All to get KD in the magic glasses. No one wants to try on your fucking glasses. But he eventually gets them on and now he has “woke up out of the dream.”

Eventually meet up with the resistance. The lady he kidnapped is there and some sort of expert now. She is shocked he is alive after that tumble. The police bust in out of nowhere in the middle of her apology and mow down everything. It's fucking crazy. Good old Sy is no more. Now it is fucking on.

Figure out how to use the watches to teleport and they end up in the alien headquarters. A bunch of idiots, both aliens and “the human elite,” are celebrating because they think they beat down the terrorist resistance. A homeless dude from earlier is among them, now in a tuxedo. He goes from a drunken crazyman to the most sophisticated person who ever lived. Shows them around. Turns out the aliens control the media. It then becomes Piper and David's mission to end the means of communication.

Great fucking flick. Great fucking ending with a little bit of humor thrown in. It's totally worth your time.  

Friday, June 26, 2009

Michael Jackson 'Beat It' To Death

Just when you were getting over the death of Ed McMahan or hearing about Farrah Fawcett, everyone went wacko for Jacko’s departure.  Not that there needs to be another “Michael Jackson Dead at 50” blog article—considering everyone and their siblings (Jermaine) are throwing in their two cents—but can’t people just chill out.  Maybe I have no room to speak here since I did gain some notoriety when David Foster Wallace committed suicide but I will nonetheless.

All the news has been talking about is Jackson this and Jackson that, meanwhile there are still things going on with Iran, North Korea, the Rep. Gov. of South Carolina, and some football coach got gunned down in his weight room.  It always seems that when shit hits the fan for the GOP, poof Michael Jackson dies, and guess what gets the coverage.  CNN, the big networks, ET Exclusives, number one on Twitter, it is big news but why does anyone really care.  I didn’t get all up in arms by the fact that no one gave a shit on TV when DFW offed himself and he was pretty much my God.  I don’t think toning down the MJ love will bother anyone too much.  Besides, these are the same folks that talked about how his dermatologist was taking him to Mexico to get his little Jackson bleached so it couldn’t be identified in a lineup.  And the last “megastar” you say, have people already forgotten Britney? 

But it is funny how celebrities always go in threes and how these three—McMahan, Fawcett, and Jacko—were at the top of their shitz in something.  McMahan was a part of the most viewed television program ever, Fawcett had the most sold poster ever—um, ger, by the way—and Jackson had the number one selling album of all time. 

But even though he was clearly the King of Strange as well as the King of Pop, his career was one of my first clear-cut memories.  At a year and a half, I remember without a doubt when the video for “Thriller” premiered and waiting for it beforehand.  I remember this because nothing before or since scared the piss out of me more than that video.  I wouldn’t even watch it again until I was 15—but then I did I saw what a little wussy I was as a kid. 

So now that the man with a million faces is no more, I will leave you with Triumph the Insult Comic Dog covering one of the Michael Jackson pedophilia trials.  Enjoy. 


Thursday, June 18, 2009

Batman: The Dark Knight Returns


After reviewing Warren Ellis and John Cassidy’s standalone crossover comic Planetary/Batman: Night on Earth, I figured it was high time I checked out Frank Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns.  To say this graphic novel is a masterpiece of the genre is understating it—it is of the best the genre has to offer and one of the best works of fiction of the last quarter of a century.

Published in 1986, the same year as Alan Moore’s Watchmen, it was a time when the rules of superhero literature changed.  DKR marks a “turning point” in the genre, yes; but, as Dave Wallace (no, not David Foster Wallace) explains in his review for Comics Bulletin, “it's also such a significant milestone in the history of Batman that it has cast a shadow over all subsequent interpretations of the character.”  In fact, in his introduction to Miller’s book, Moore expresses a similar notion when he writes “[Miller] has taken a character whose every trivial and incidental detail is graven in stone on the hearts and minds of the comic fans that make up his audience and managed to dramatically redefine that character without contradicting one jot of the character's mythology... Everything is exactly the same, except for the fact that it's all totally different.”

How so?  Well, Miller tells the story not of Batman’s coming up in the ranks as Gotham’s finest hero, but of “The Batman,” who has already risen and has moved on.  When the story begins, the Dark Knight’s 55-year-old alter ego, Bruce Wayne, retired his suit a decade before following the death of the second Robin, Jason Todd, for which he cannot forgive himself for his part.  However, Gotham City has since gone to Hell as a heat wave brings with it tension and increased crime.  Obsessed with his own death, Wayne finds it ever more difficult to ignore the Bat’s nagging voice telling him that he is needed back on the streets.

The pressure becomes too much one night when Wayne relives the slaying of his parents when he catches The Mask of Zorro on TV, the movie he watched with his parents that night, and the image of his mother’s pearl necklace breaking (Miller’s addition to the character’s “bat-story”) comes back up to the surface.  Changing stations brings only more images of violence, highlighting words like crisis, attack, deaths, rape, and mutilation (24) and in a section that expertly illustrates his subject’s anxiety the wings start to flutter.

At first, the reader, like the eyewitness accounts in this passage, only gets glimpses of the ten-year dormant hero while people debate his existence, until Miller’s larger-than-life rendition jumps down on the scene, first to battle the supposedly reformed Harvey “Two-Faced” Dent, who is on his own agenda, that culminates at the end of  “Book One” in a creepy, 9/11ish “face-off” on one of Gotham’s Twin Towers, rigged, apparently, by the Joker’s henchmen with explosives to topple the buildings.

Next, in “Book Two,” Batman takes on a gang of anarchist criminals known as “The Mutants,” who are led by a maniac who is “a kind of evil we never dreamed of” (77).  These guys don’t really have a plan like Dent say and their only goal is to kill making them unpredictable and free to act in any way the story sees fit unlike the villains that have their own set of standards.  Batman, getting his own personal ass handed to him by the Mutant leader, receives some unexpected assistance from a new incarnation of the Boy Wonder, when a very young girl wearing that ridiculous outfit whom he saved in the previous chapter jumps on the foe’s back allowing Batman to take back the advantage.  By writing in this sort of young and innocent sidekick, Miller takes advantage of the character to explore reckless side of the Caped Crusader for his questionable decisions, in this case training a nimble little girl for his army of vigilantes

Gotham’s new, anti-Batman commission, who replaces the always extremely pro-Batman Gordon, has taken it upon herself to end the masked hero’s run of crime fighting, picking up on this endangering aspect of a decidedly do-it-yourself-attitude.  Not only has the city’s highest police official turned against him, but through a devastating media campaign, the public has as well.  With his satirical portrayal of nightly “news” programs, Miller digs into the questions of credibility that arise when a society is fed its news from both a biased viewpoint, a strangely accurate parody of Fox News’s “Fair and Balanced,” and the bias of the medium itself.  A striking example of his critique at work deals with media coverage on a few of the individuals inspired by Batman to take action against the world they see as broken.  The first in the series of incidents shows a man who starts shooting up a porn theater after he got canned from his job.  Detailing his inner thoughts, Batman is never mentioned, but on-air, the killings become “Batman-inspired” (89).  Then, after a mental defect dresses like the hero to kill someone who wronged him and the subsequent coverage, a man who “can’t say he approves of this Batman”  hears a scream and goes to help, something he wouldn’t have done had he not been reading about Batman at that instant; however, the panel ends, “nobody is hurt badly enough for this to make the news,” (90).  Stories are dictated by ratings which brings money, the only thing television is about—i.e. attracting more watchers—and its only aim make public discourse impossible.  In this regard, Miller delivers an outstanding critique of media bias that is up there with media theorist Neil Postman in effectively denouncing the over-simplification and dumbing-down of important issues that is televised journalism, the way as a culture, America gets its information.

This also extends to one of the two major conflicts, between Batman and his archenemy, the Joker, With the Joker, when Batman went away, the Man Who Laughs was unable to deal and wound up catatonic.  But with Batman’s reemergence, which he learned about when overhearing a nearby television, the Joker snaps back to reality, well, his version of it anyway, suggesting that without Batman, the Joker does not exist.  He then goes on a talk show that is clearly a stand in for Letterman, mimicking the program so ironic that nothing can be taken seriously.  The only one who is sincere here is the Joker, who tells the audience during recording that he’s “going to kill everyone in this room,” eliciting Dave’s sardonic reply, “now that’s darn rude,” (126).  No one takes any of it seriously—why would they—and the Joker makes it happen, first making out with an almost-Dr. Ruth to death and then laugh-gassing everyone else.  The Joker is all about TV, practically everything he does is to swing public opinion. 

The other major conflict, between Batman and his nemesis Superman, grows out of a similar critique this time focusing in on political leaders/issues.  Superman diverts a USSR nuclear attack by deflecting the missile into the dessert, which everyone thinks harmless.  Um, no, it was not.  Technology goes haywire—planes fly into buildings, cars stop running, TV broadcasts cut out, etc.—and what’s worse is the sky is covered in ash and smoke veiling the planet in an artificial night that accompanies your standard rioting/mass hysteria all resulting in a post-apocalyptic type world.  But Batman is there to put it right until federal puppet Superman returns under government mandate to stop Batman.  The resulting showdown is epic and as good as comic books get.

This is the super hero deconstructed and it is genius in almost everyway.  If you haven’t read it, shell out the $15 and prepare yourself for a literary masterpiece.  Gotham awaits.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Two Readings of Fahrenheit 451

Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451, while not the most significant book that lead me to pursue literature as a career—comint at different stages of my life, as though preordained, those would be The Stranger (12th grade), The Divine Comedy (junior year of undergrad), and Infinite Jest (my 1st [and part of my 2nd] year out of college)[*]—this is the book that started process. “She was the first person I can remember who looked straight at me as if I counted,” (72). That is, Bradbury’s novel was the first thing I ever read that I considered a serious work of fiction that taught me the incredible importance of books and also that there is something not right underneath the surface of our existence that is sucking the lifeblood right out of our veins.

The first truly great book I ever read, almost a decade ago, there have been something like 500 books since that time. Of that 500 I would consider 150, give or take 50 or so, to be very good to great. Starting the school year after my 451 experience, I immediately found myself reading my next installment of literature’s heavy weights. That Year I had my first taste of Beowulf and Chaucer and Coleridge and Mary Shelley. My senior year was defined by works of modernism—Hemmingway, Camus, Joyce, Fitzgerald, H.G. Wells, etc—and then in college, the deluge. As of that time, I have averaged a book or so a week. Of say any given 50, I would find around 20 to be quote unquote “Great.” Many of those great ones are written in the same vein as 451. Of course there are the political philosophy works that are all amazing and I developed a quick attachment to them after the move from public to private school the summer after 451 had rocked my worldview. Lord of the Flies, Braver New World, 1984, these were a few of the books from the philosophy class I took in high school. My final paper for that class was something about the role of media in dictating policy/political discourse where I incorporated other assigned readings like Hegel and Martin Luther King, the former I remember intense frustration in trying to decode a message I could understand and seemingly write about as though I had understood it. I don’t recall what I got grade wise on the paper (I would assume an A since Dr. Jansen was a notoriously easy grader) but I do remember going into great detail in regards to the similarities between Brave New World’s social critique of media culture to that of 451 and how they both were eerily similar to our 2000 situation and where our nation could be heading if their warnings went unheard.[†]

451 was a love story for me, a heated affair between books and a society that no longer needed them. As such, the statements it makes remain solid. However, after reading it again a couple of months ago, I realized its audience is, for the most part, not the Montag who suspected something was wrong and went against all he had been conditioned to feel, or not feel, but for the Millies who knew something was wrong yet did nothing, in complete servitude to the ever alienating and soul-sucking status quo. And how does it happen? In the words of the novel’s antagonist, Beatty, it was our own doing:

When did it all start, you ask, this job of ours, how did it come about, where, when? Well, I'd say it really got started around about a thing called the Civil War. Even though our rule book claims it was founded earlier. The fact is we didn't get along well until photography came into its own. Then - motion pictures in the early Twentieth Century. Radio. Television. Things began to have mass… And because they had mass, they became simpler," said Beatty. "Once, books appealed to a few people, here, there, everywhere. They could afford to be different. The world was roomy. But then the world got full of eyes and elbows and mouths. Double, triple, quadruple population. Films and radios, magazines, books leveled down to a sort of paste pudding norm… Picture it. Nineteenth century man with his horses, dogs, carts, slow motion. Then, in the Twentieth Century, speed up your camera. Books cut shorter. Condensations. Digests. Tabloids. Everything boils down to the gag, the snap ending. (54)

However, now, in the year 2008, while the world we live in is nowhere near as desperate, in the time between my 1st and 2nd readings of the book, our world does look a lot more like the one Montag lives in. The internet, admittingly, was very much a part of American lives in the late 1990s, but at that stage we were yet to be dependant on it.[‡] Then too we were still slave to time with regards to our entertainment but with shows being “On Demand” via high speed/cable connection, we have the ability to watch whatever we want when we want, 24/7/365.[§] Virtually every book has been summarized and the information out there is truly incredible. People read Sparknotes or Wikipedia for a general sense instead of actually reading a given text. And all this technology, which I have often found myself critiquing, unaware that I was using Mantag’s words when I said “Good God, nothing’s connected up,” (46). And though we do not resemble “The Family,” our families’ are not really connecting all that much, so saturated with media and all. We have also suffered from a devastating terrorist attack in this time between readings, as does the society in 451 which was not an awakening as it is implied to be in the book but the opposite resulting in more loss of freedom and more government control, not to mention a dubious war that is ever present (apparent in our world, literal in their’s) and few of us really understand, it is so heavily mediated.

With these facts in mind, I am greatly appreciative that the National Endowment of the Arts provided me this book, free of charge, as part of their Big Read program. Even if it is not as well written or profound or in any other way as good as I remember it being way back when, it is still one of the most meaningful books I have ever read and has become even more culturally relevant now a decade later. For it is Bradbury’s genius that he is both Orwell with his oppressive regime, placing pressure for the government to change its tune, and Huxley, with his citizens being drugged up, mass media saturated indifferents, which is his genius. He takes the two conceptualists and combines them in a way that is realistic and frightening.

[*]King Lear and Hamlet also had a profound impact on me but reading them at about the same time as The Stranger, the plays took on a less significant role in shaping my way of seeing the world. Then when I reread them in college—3xs each in Freshman Lit, Inro to Shakespeare, and a Shakespeare Major Tragedies seminar, they were too close to either Camus (fr. year) or Dante (jr. year) and sophomore year I had yet to experience real tragedy and loss that would call for a more positive outlook on life than existentialism. Also, some of William Blake and P.B. Shelley’s works have greatly influenced me, especially in regards to my religious beliefs, but more or less just gave voice to stuff I was already feeling and thus was not a total 180 like these other books represented when I first read them.
[†] This was just after the 2000 Indecision when shit first started to hit the fan or roll downhill or whatever. In that election, having voted for Nader, as an 18-year old who knew next to nothing, I had no clue how closely we would actually come to resemble the world depicted in these two books. Even now it is hard to believe.
[‡] For instance, no one would have dreamed of paying bills online then while today hardly anyone I know has a checkbook. Also, email is now the preferred way for any and all to communicate, just to throw a few examples out there of the little ways the internet dominates modern existence with a role every bit as important as TV ever was if not more.
[§] I consider this a pretty good thing for the most part, at least in my case. If the mood strikes me to watch a show, I go online and find a specific thing that I want to to watch. I don’t end up watching crap that I don’t really care about just because it is on at the time when the mood strikes. So I actually end up watching less of my entertainment in that I watch only what I want instead of watching and waiting for a particular program. But still the potential for constant and instantaneous viewing is still there.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

The Medium is the Massage

Visually stimulating, Marshall McLuhan’s study The Medium is the Massage is, in a word, cool. When I purchased this little cool book back in April, I was working on a research paper dealing with the “electronic church” and how televising religious phenomenon undermines the meaning and the message of that phenomenon which I titled “The Falcon Cannot Hear the Falconer,” which I thought was clever.[1] It seemed like a book that would be popular among indy kids because of its cult status and coolness as well as for people like me who hate television, though McLuhan doesn’t seem to think TV is all that bad of thing. In this regard, I am more attune with Neil Postman’s book Amusing Ourselves to Death and, of course, DFW’s essay “E Unibus Pluram” but I do find this book to be informative and stimulating. It works in this way, by being stimulating and informative, the book which incorporates the work of graphic designer Quinton Fiore into the body of the text mimics the medium it is critiquing, critiquing in a more favorable way than I should like, probably. That is also sort of why I didn’t like it, I am sure, since I don’t think a book must resemble television to be relevant or popular, not to say that was really the intention of McLuhan, which it wasn’t, but I think its intention was to overwhelm us, if I am not mistaken, in the way that television overwhelms us. But as a product of a television culture, I don’t think anything can overwhelm us sensually. This is most likely the product of always living in a television culture as opposed to McLuhan’s “Age of Anxiety” where our mental faculties, at present that is, are much better equipped to sift the constant bombardment of images—it is all we know. The “mind control”[2] like images are well within our ability to handle.

In regards to the name of the book, the “Massage” here is not a typo on my part; it was actually a mistake on the part of the typesetter who originally made the mistake of setting the e in “message” to an a thus “massage.” When showed the mistake, McLuhan was reportedly thrilled with the typo since the book deals with the effect media has on all our sensory perceptions.[3] As McLuhan says “All media work us over completely. They are so pervasive in their personal, political, economic, aesthetic, psychological, moral, ethical, and social consequences that they leave no part of us untouched, unaffected, unaltered.”[4]

One of the main themes McLuhan explores in the text is the idea of a global community with the world becoming a smaller, more media dependent place as technology evolves and becomes more accessible to the world at large. He pretty much considers this a good thing, something I for the most part disagree with since this is somewhat presumptuous of us to assume everyone in the world want this—I mean this type of invasion was one of the reasons the media savvy Al Qaeda cited among others for the 9/11 attacks.[5] Such is the nature of community that determine and develop who we are. Children, for example, are no longer raised by only their parents, nor are they solely the products of their immediate surroundings, as McLuhan illustrates, technology means that “all the world’s a sage.”[6] He adds “electric circuitry has overthrown the regime of ‘time’ and ‘space’ and pours upon us instantly and continuously the concerns of all other men. It has reconstituted dialogue on a global scale. Its message is Total Change, ending psychic, social, economic, and political parochialism… Nothing can be further from the spirit of the new technology than ‘a place for everything and everything in its place.’ You can’t go home again.”[7] This comes in 1967, a full two and half decades before the internet totally obliterated the need for the two as we can now carry our information and community with us in high-speed-global-networking with technology allowing us instant access to all the world’s entertainment at any time and at any place, whenever we choose, 24/7/365, from “womb-to-tomb.” [8]

One of the areas McLuhan’s media theory is most genius and spot-on is with the idea that “all media are extensions of some human faculty—psychic or physical.”[9] According to this theory, the wheel is an extension of the foot, just as the book is to the eye, clothing to the skin, electric circuitry is to the central nervous system and so on. I do agree with this assessment, however, this has the potentially scary implications that McLuhan seems to think more positive than I could ever admit writing “Media, by altering the environment, evoke in us unique ratios of sense [perceptions. The extension of any one sense alters the way we think and act—the way we perceive the world. When these ratios change, men change.”[10] The reason he sees these as being good things, and superior to gaining knowledge through “book learning,” is because they compel, according to him, people to interact with the medium and with others. Books, on the other hand, he believes are opposed to social interaction since they are read typically alone by solitary individuals and thus isolate and alienate the individual. I tend to agree that being a reader does alienate from others who are more of the television watching variety and I do believe that this is the product of new technology that has made our literature far less relevant, but I think this is a very negative development and instead of producing a more intelligent/connected community, in this case global, in its vastness in its bombardment of fragmented/contextless information, it destroys the real sense of community people once shared with their family and neighbors and classmates and coworkers because in this world of internet and television and cell phone and email dominance, the individual is left even more alone and silent only knowing a machine while fooling themselves into thinking they are actually part of a real community.

So when McLuhan, whose book I really like and agree with in terms of how we are shaped by our media though I am critical of some of his interpretation of their effects on modern society, makes statements like “[mass culture is] a world of total involvement in which everybody is so profoundly involved with everybody else and in which nobody can really imagine what private guilt can be anymore”[11] and “information pours upon us, instantaneously and continuously” and “as soon as information is acquired, it is very rapidly replaced by still newer information “ and “our electrically-configured world has forced us to move from the habit of data classification to the mode of pattern recognition”[12] to illustrate that they are preferable to the old way of reading outright, I have to say he misses an important characteristic of mass culture and fails to see the significance of life that was known more fully and intimately before the whole technological revolution that is a product far newer than we can imagine with mass media having always been a part of our lives. In his view, people are unhappy because they are trying to use “outdated mental and psychological responses”[13] in order to experience and make since of the world which is complete horseshit. What would he have us do than, give up on such concepts as family and instead let our televisions, or worse yet, the internet, raise a child so things like love and understanding don’t get in the way of development in this postmodern, media addicted hyper-reality.

This idea, less naive than insane and twisted, also carries over into other areas of our lives such as our work and especially our education. To McLuhan, “today’s television child is attuned to up-to-the-minute ‘adult’ news… and is bewildered when he enters the nineteenth-century environment where information is scarce but ordered and structured by fragmented, classified patterns, subjects, and schedules.”[14] Here, again, one has to wonder what he would have us do about it, accommodate the child who he says is “growing up absurd” by integrating our educational system with technology, which is what has happened, and you have a media savvy little kid who can give you a lot of facts but you sacrifice theory and breadth in doing so. Of the television generation—i.e. those who are more or less raised by the set—he does say they are “a grim bunch”[15] but not for the reasons that one might expect. In this rare instance when he is somewhat critical of television but this is more of the crap being produced on it than of the medium itself, a development I found surprising considering the book is about media effects and such saying that “commercials” are the best reflection of understanding the medium since in them “there simply is no time for the narrative form, borrowed from earlier print technology.”[16] With that, he seems to be saying that we should embrace the fact that the medium and stuff we watch on TV is necessarily short and viewer friendly. However, he does make mention the medium in a somewhat critical way at least (and for as far as I can recall only) once when he talks about what is on the old tube, which he sort of defends saying “The environment as a processor of information is propaganda. Propaganda ends where dialogue begins.” Thus in this assessment, the television medium has the potential to be a negative that reinforces itself self-referentially in that when used to process and distill information, it enforces its cultural authority simply by its own design, a design that I argue inhibits us from true dialogue. However, in a hate-the-sin-love-the-sinner type argument, he tells us defends television content wise by writing “You must talk to the media, not to the programmer. To talk to the programmer is like complaining to a hot dog vendor at a ballpark about how badly your favorite team is playing”[17] Despite the terrible and somewhat misleading analogy, he does have a point, yet he undermines it with the fact that most of what he has to say about the medium of television is overwhelmingly optimistic and even goes so far as to defend it against critics who miss the significance of the medium itself.

The defense, which I completely agree with in terms of theory but again disagree in terms of the way we see the results that are more or less the same in both of our assessments, illustrates his deep understanding of the television medium and also how he believes in it. Responding to a 1965 cartoon from The New Yorker with the caption “When you consider television’s awesome power to educate, aren’t you thankful that it doesn’t,” it states the following:

The main cause for disappointment in and for criticism of television is the failure on the part of its critics to view it as a totally new technology which demands different sensory responses. These critics insist on regarding television as merely a degraded form of print technology… Critics of television have failed to realize that the motion pictures they are lionizing… would prove unacceptable as mass audience films if the audience had not been preconditioned by television commercials to abrupt zooms, elliptical editing, no story lines, flash cuts.

With this, assuming as it does that we actually prefer this medium because we conditioned to it, it is clear he is much more optimistic and far less critical of the medium than I am as a born, nay, conditioned cynic, which is true of most technology, I would imagine.

88 My own upbringing and subsequent adult life resulting from that upbringing, has virtually lacked all forms of mass culture, thus I am more adept than most at assessing and critiquing that culture, according to McLuhan, so maybe I have something here. He writes that “whoever sharpens our perception tends to be antisocial; rarely ‘well-adjusted,’ he cannot go along with currents and trends. A strange bond often exists among antisocial types in their power to see environments as they really are.”[18] This may account for our differences in the way we perceive media effects—I am rather far from away from being “well-adjusted” and pride myself on being an individual immune to trends of fashion or thought or whatever—as I do have a decent ability to see things “as they really are,” or so I am told. Maybe I could be sort of like the Tocqueville of mass media or something; but that is a world I choose not to visit—or spend very much time in anyway. I don’t think I will ever conform to it because it is something I cannot imagine really finding pleasure in, thus to suddenly spend time watching and learning from a culture that I am thoroughly uninterested in would be paradoxical and lose for me the status of amateur. Don’t get me wrong, I do watch the occasional program and spend a lot of time thinking about them, Lost would be the best example here, but I never get my news from the box, preferring print media to all others with NPR a distant second and relegated to time commuting to and from work in my car—but even that is only when there are no good songs on the alternative station and ESPN radio is talking about I sport I don’t care about like baseball. And I never connect with or through that culture—about the only thing I can talk about and sustain a decent conversation in is in the world of books, which are clearly very important to me. But as uninterested as I am in television culture, I am interested a thousand times more so in media theory, which some find dissonant, however, all of the great media theorists in my mind are those that McLuhan would call “antisocial” in that they go against the popular grain and choose to live outside the box that dominates American discourse. Such greats, to me at least are the likes of DFW and Jonathan Franzen (neither of whom are media theorists per se but deal with television culture as a whole) and Francis Wheen and Neil Postman, and none of them share McLuhan’s optimism. In fact, those writers are as or even more critical of the culture than I am.

With all of that said, I think McLuhan is a genius and I think this work is genius even though I tend to disagree with some of the outcomes he sees from the visual medium so a part of our lives. Plus I find the concept thoroughly interesting and engaging—the collage type images and words mingled in book form—and think it well worth anyone’s time reading. Some of the most memorable images from the book, which I will close by discussing, are one that depicts a sculpture of a giant woman with people around it to give its size some perspective and an image of women sewing onto a quilt the phrase “Keep into circulation the rumor that God is alive.” The first image, depicting a woman 82-feet-long and 20-feet-high that is titled “The Biggest and Best Woman in the World”, is interesting because it shows that you can walk around inside her, entering through the vagina like sperm. The concept and picture, of which all I can say is it is cool and interesting, are intriguing and make you think about the strangeness of modern art. The second image, which references Nietzsche’s famous “God is dead” is meant to be ironic I think. I am not sure what these women who are quilting the piece are motivated by or intending to convey—I suspect that they are suggesting people still have a need for church even though technology has made God unnecessary or killed Him/Her or whatever. Regardless, it is very apparent that the “the groundrule of [our] universe,” namely God, “upon which so much of our Western world is built, has dissolved”[19] and this quilt is meant as a representation of that fact. And it is for this reason and for making connection impossible that I find our media so toxic. Because even if religion is a fiction, I believe it is a necessary one for most of us, and keeping that in circulation can actually be a good thing so long as it is not tied in with the status quo, which means reinforcing that infernal piece of furniture.

See also:
http://lost-tv.tribe.net/m/thread/173fd275-6e25-40a3-ab56-dcf53109ca43
http://individual.utoronto.ca/markfederman/article_mediumisthemessage.htm
http://www.leaderu.com/orgs/probe/docs/mcluhan.html
http://masc1100.blogspot.com/2005/09/medium-is-massage-notes.html


[1] The title derives from the William Butler Yeats poem “The Second Coming” which is one of my favorite poems. In this second line of the poem, Yeats uses the falconer and falcon as metaphors for man (or woman) and technological advancement respectively. Man’s inability to call forth the product of its own imagination to control its message is the point of using this as a title. So it is clever.
[2] It kind of reminded me of the “Reorientation Film” that poor bastard Carl had to watch in ABC’s Lost which moved by at breakneck speeds and flashed words and images on the screen. I am like 99% sure that the show’s director had this book in mind when creating the montage. In fact, Jeff Jensen of Entertainment Weekly claims to have been given “secret documents” that suggest McLuhan’s work had even more influence on the show than with this one instance giving a version of the DHARMA Initiative’s mission statement, a mission statement I have never seen, that goes into specific detail about the effect of this work on the good old DI which can be found here. Plus there is a reference to mathematician Michael Faraday, the name of the guy that Lost’s Daniel Faraday gets his name from.
[3] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_medium_is_the_message
[4] Marshall McLuhan, The Medium is the Massage: An Inventory of Effects, (Corte Madera, CA: Gingko Press, 1967), p. 26.
[5] http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2002/nov/24/theobserver
[6] McLuhan, The Medium is the Massage, p. 14.
[7] Ibid.. p. 16.
[8] Ibid.. p. 12.
[9] Ibid.. p. 26.
[10] Ibid.. p. 41.
[11] Ibid.. p. 61.
[12] Ibid.. p. 63.
[13] Ibid.. p. 63.
[14] Ibid.. p. 18.
[15] Ibid.. p. 126.
[16] Ibid.. p. 126.
[17] Ibid.. p. 142.
[18] Ibid.. p. 88.
[19] Ibid , p. 146.