What Is One-Way Street?

One-Way Street (Einbahnstrasse) was Walter Benjamin's first effort to break out of the narrow confines of the academy and apply the techniques of literary studies to life as it is currently lived. For Benjamin criticism encompasses the ordinary objects of life, the literary texts of the time, films in current release, and the fleeting concerns of the public sphere. Following Benjamin's lead, this blog is concerned with the political content of the aesthetic and representations of the political in the media. As Benjamin writes in One-Way Street, "He who cannot take sides should keep silent."

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May 28, 2008

Changing Gears for Summer

For a while I've been thinking about making some adjustments to the form of this blog, and the summer is a good time to do it. I'm still enough of an academic to feel the pull of its seasonal rhythms, and the summer is when I used to search for new material about which to read and write. I would also explore new ways of presenting that material. Finally, the summer is when I would really get down to work on longer-term writing projects--or at least I vow to. I have a couple of those to finish, too, so I need to divert some time and energy to those projects.

So first I'd like to swipe an idea from Tyler Cowen at Marginal Revolution and present a "What I'm Reading" list, expanded to include what I'm listening to as well.

Victor Serge, The Case of Comrade Tulayev. Reading Unforgiving Years has inspired me to read more from this neglected modernist. 

Charles Lloyd Quintet, Rabo de Nube. A live recording of one of the masters of avant-garde jazz. The quintet features Jason Moran, a personal favorite, on piano.

D.N. Rodowick, The Virtual Life of Film. A look at the digital future of the cinema from a major voice in film studies.

Rem Koolhaas, S M L XL. Actually, I'm re-reading this for an essay on the generic city. For the same project I'm also looking at Mutations.

October 12, 2007

Meet Wyatt and Seamus

Speaking as someone whose son is named Benjamin (I swear we didn't intentionally name him after WB, but . . . ), naming your children after poets seems like a cool idea. Congratulations to Bud Parr (Chekhov's Mistress) and his wife on the birth of their twins, Wyatt and Seamus. The Parr family also includes an older son named Auden.

In those midnight feedings Bud and his wife can recall these lines from Sir Thomas Wyatt:

Lo see mine eyes swell with continual tears,
The body still away sleepless it wears,
My food nothing my fainting strength repairs,
Nor doth my limbs sustain.

October 04, 2007

Living the Digital Life

Remember the days before the iPhone? Some indispensable part of our culture arrives at the same pace Apple releases major updates to OSX. Google, YouTube, MySpace, blogs, and the iPhone all arrived very recently, and while it's easy for most people over the age of 12 to remember a time before they became fixtures in the culture, there's hardly any point in doing so.  Le mode retro, as the French called the vaguely historical style of the '80's and '90's, has itself gone out of style. Appearing immediately before the Internet became a ubiquitous force, le mode retro now seems to reflect a period in which we'd grown bored with the pace of technological change. Now that the pace has picked up considerably, people seem to be taking a more forward-looking stance. We're looking forward to the next upgrade in our culture's operating system.

But how do we define this moment, right now? Is Fredric Jameson's Postmodernism, or, The Cultural Logic of Late Capitalism still of any help to us? Is this still a postmodern culture? Mark Poster's Information Please: Culture and Politics in the Age of Digital Machines isn't as ambitious as Jameson's landmark study, but Poster also attempts a symptomatic reading of contemporary culture in an attempt to identify exact what has changed since the days when we called information for phone numbers. Unfortunately, Poster is more comfortable reading Arjun Appadurai than he is surfing the Web, so he doesn't have many insights to offer about how life has changed now that we can watch The Office while sitting in our cubicles.

Poster's basic thesis about culture and politics in the age of digital machines is we're experiencing an intensification of the decentralization, deterritorialization, and flattening of the difference between high and low cultures that Jameson (and a whole lot of other people) identified as the salient qualities of postmodernist culture. His overall thesis isn't likely to send Cultural Studies students running back to the seminar rooms, but there are some useful insights in the book. Perhaps his most ground-breaking claim is that post-colonialism, as it's conventionally defined in the academy, is over with. The subaltern can now be found everywhere in the developed world, and she has a Gmail account. A claim with broader application is Poster's suggestion that culture is now "open source," which is a good way to think about how literary and film cultures are changing with the rise of the blogosphere.

Poster knows there's such a thing as blogs, but he gives no evidence that he's ever read one, or even done a Google search. His maladroit use of technical terminology is telling.  For instance, he insists on using the term "networked computer" to mean the Internet. While not every microprocessor is connected to the Internet, the networked/non-networked distinction isn't one that someone in e-commerce would make. Furthermore, Poster worries about things that aren't worth worrying about, such as private corporate networks. He warns darkly, "The massive flows of capital that course through the fiber-optic tentacles and radio waves are far more influential in undermining the power of the nation-state than the fledgling steps of netizen politics." Actually, the data that flows through extranets and other secure networks is the most regulated data on the Internet. It's your bank records and your medical files--the stuff you'd rather your fellow netizens didn't poke their noses into. The irony of launching into a discussion of identity theft only a few pages later is lost on Poster.

Granted, the academic publishing system (Poster's book is published by Duke University Press) is a hand-cranked press, and serious intellectual discussion about contemporary culture is tricky because insights can grow stale while waiting for peer reviews. The very few examples Poster cites from digital culture are actually pretty good, like the terrific Citibank ad campaign featuring ordinary people who appear to have made outrageously uncharacteristic purchases. Still, instead of devoting a chapter to identity theft, what about looking at a CEO's blog and comparing the identity constructed there with his identity constructed in the annual report?

What happens to us when we call up Firefox or open up Outlook? How can we describe the culture presented to us in a Google search? Is it fundamentally different than the one we watched on television when there were only three networks? Are our sentences still schizophrenic, our movies still made for glances, our music a collection of samples, our buildings citations of the past? Has YouTube changed anything important? These questions remain unanswered.

June 15, 2007

Summer Vacation

I leave tomorrow for two weeks on sunny Oak Island, NC, where I will be lying on the beach, reading Ian McEwan's On Chesil Beach, and losing cribbage games to children who can't read yet. This space will be quiet until I get back. In the meantime, here are updates on some earlier blog entries.

The summer blockbuster season, despite early breathless predictions that Hollywood would have a record-setting summer, has been fair to middling so far, with Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End and Ocean's Thirteen doing reasonably doing well, but not meeting expectations. Knocked Up is the only pleasant surprise so far, but plenty of other films have either barely met expectations (Shrek the Third), have been disappointing (Surf's Up), or been completely abandoned by moviegoers ( the entire horror film genre).  Speaking of disappointing numbers, Joshua Ferris's Then We Came to the End sold "only" 50,000 copies by mid May after landing on the cover of the The York Times Book Review. Among the culprits: sloppy placement in bookstores, a hard-to-remember title, and inflated expectations about what constitutes a successful first novel.

Romanian films continued to do very well at Cannes. This year Cristian  Mungiu's 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days won the Palme d’Or, which Dave Kehr reports was "the most consensual Palme d’Or in a decade."

NeoCon is finally over with, so I can enter and leave the building without trampled by a pair of Manolos.

We didn't invade Iran this spring after all, although Dick Cheney got to mutter some threats, which must have made him feel better.

We're still waiting for the groundbreaking of the Chicago Spire, scheduled for this month. I was at the site a week ago and didn't see anything, but then again, I'm not sure what I should be looking for. A guy with a shovel?

Trumpchicago The Trump Tower is one third completed and already it's too tall. The shot at left is from Honorary Trump Plaza, actually an ordinary stretch of Wabash Avenue at Illinois Street.

Today the Cleveland City Planning Commission will reconsider the request to demolish Marcel Breuer's Ameritrust Tower. Last Friday the Commission tabled the demolition request in order to consider alternatives to tearing down the landmark building. The building's prospects for survival are considered dim, however.

Our search for the modern continues, this time on the North Shore, where my wife has taken a school psychologist's job in the Wilmette public school district.  Last night we found a little Cheeverville in Wilmette--a cluster of mid-century modern houses built in the 1950's, many of them with their original owners, as well as their original coat of paint.

Stay tuned.

May 04, 2007

Blogs in the Public Sphere

Yesterday's post on the decline of the traditional book review got me to thinking about the public sphere, a term I throw around a lot in this space without adequately defining what I mean by it. Also, I think it's worthwhile considering for a moment how blogs fit into the public sphere, especially now that the traditional print media and blogs are heading toward a cantankerous merger.

The concept of the public sphere arises out of our double articulation as subjects in a democratic state: we have a private self (oikos in the Greek) and a public self  (bios politikos, literally public life). In The Structural Transformation of the Public Sphere: An Inquiry into a Category of Bourgeois Society Jürgen Habermas traces the emergence of the public sphere in the transformation of the village market, with its face-to-face transactions and localized economy, to the stock companies of the 1500's and 1600's. Global market enterprises like the East India Company needed state apparatuses (courts, navies, etc.) to support them, while the public demanded some sort of accountability from the trading companies. Thus, what had started off as a private transaction became a public interest. Newsletters started during this period as privileged communications between managers and investors, but the state, serving public interests, opened up the newsletters to public consumption, leading eventually to newspapers.

Other institutions of the public sphere developed as economic relations became more complex. In England, coffeehouses became gathering places of merchants, workers, and writers. In France, the more exclusive salons became a public forum for ideas. (The differences between the coffeehouses and the salons may account for the differences in British and French cultural life today.) The public that formed around the coffeehouses became the earliest audiences for public interest journals such as Addison and Steele's Tatler, which first appeared in 1709. These journals functioned much like blogs do now: dispensing personal opinions on politics and everyday life. By the end of the 18th century the function of the art critic arose, and a new self-consciousness developed in art, literature and philosophy. Through the figure of the critic, art became a matter of public discussion, and through the journals, middle class life itself became a subject of debate. Not coincidentally, this is also the period in which the novel emerged to make the most intimate reserves of the self a matter of public consumption, thus giving shape to the bourgeois subject.

In the 1800's, things got a lot messier. New interests and ideas emerged in the public sphere, but oftentimes they couldn't be reconciled with received interests, leading to the tyranny of dominant opinion. Figures as diverse as John Stuart Mill and Karl Marx complained the hardening of opinion around established interests. Mill denounced the "yoke of public opinion" while Marx examined public opinion as false consciousness. During the 19th century a consumer culture arose. Consumer choice became a new basis of the private sphere; the other foundation was the newly constituted nuclear family segregated from the brutal competition of high capitalism. Consumption was at once a private family matter and the site of a "pure" individuality. Finally, in the political realm problems that we're familiar with now began to emerge, such as the discrepancy between election results and public opinion.

Maud Newton tells the story of Rolling Stone writer Anthony DeCurtis sneering at bloggers, "blog on, little honeybees, blog on." She retorts, "we have, thanks!" Richard Ford recently dismissed the typical literary blogger as "some guy sitting in his basement in Terre Haute." DeCurtis and Ford are clinging to established public sphere interests now under siege by bloggers who speak from the privatized realm of the cultural consumer. Traditionally, people were supposed to shut up and buy, but as the history of the public sphere teaches us, in order to be rational the public sphere must draw upon the private. As for the frequently-voiced complaint that bloggers are little more than exhibitionists, too idiosyncratic and self-indulgent to be taken seriously, Habermas reminds us that since the ancient Greeks "Subjectivity, as the innermost core of the private, was always already oriented to an audience." Hence, the blogger.

March 11, 2007

Baby X Arrives

Jillian Prouty was born on last Wednesday, March 7. Mother and daughter are doing well. Daddy is tired.

I'll be back to posting regularly in a day or so.

March 07, 2007

Here Comes Baby X

My wife has gone into labor, so I will have to take a break from regular posting for a while. I'll return with further news as soon as I'm able.

November 23, 2006

Turkey Day

We have 17 people coming over for Thanksgiving dinner this afternoon, so I've got to get cooking. I'll be away from the blog for the rest of the week eating turkey sandwiches and catching up on some reading and viewing. See you next Monday. Have a nice Thanksgiving everyone.

October 04, 2006

Brothers in Lit

Michael Schaub, one of the Bookslut bloggers (I think he's still one; he's been absent for a while), has a moving entry on his sick brother and their relationship, which centered around books.

August 11, 2006

Moleskine Mania

Here's an oddly fascinating blog to waste a Friday afternoon looking at.  It's devoted entirely to Moleskine notebooks, far and away the best notebook you can buy.  I regularly carry around both pocket-sized and the full-size Moleskines.  They are elegant, substantial notebooks with covers are firmer than most notebooks, so you can write on them anywhere, and each one comes with a thin ribbon bookmark so that you don't have to thumb through your notebook looking for the last page you wrote on. And, of course, they have an impeccable literary artistic pedigree. On the downside, even the full-size notebook is a little small (8"x5") to write in comfortably.  Also, they're kind of expensive -- about $15 for the full-size notebook, and $8 for the pocket-sized one-- so there's a tendency to want to conserve pages, which is a little inhibiting.

One piece of bad news revealed on the site:  Moleskine notebooks manufactured in China have appeared on the market, and at least one blogger has noticed a drop in quality.  Moleskine notebooks have been manufactured in Italy since 1998.

July 14, 2006

Campioni!

Img_3883_1 I'm back from Italy, more or less. Italy is my favorite place in the world (more on that later), but it's good to be back in the land of clear signage. Thanks, Dian, for blogsitting. As it turns out, you did a better job than our petsitter.

I'm still jetlagged from a 9-hour flight back from Rome in the exact middle of an Airbus with a two-year-old (thanks for nothing, Swissair) and tending to a sick dog all night (thanks for nothing, petsitter). During these past two weeks I spent most of my time in the countryside (read driving all day down narrow, twisting roads with hairpin turns and no guardrails), so the only international event I was able to track was Italy's run to the World Cup championship. Despite an earlier resolution to root for France, I ended up rooting for Italy. We watched the finals in a public park in Monterubbiano, a walled medieval town near the Adriatic, in what had to be one of the best sports-viewing experiences I've ever had.  Zidane's headbutt evoked outrage amongst the 12-year-olds in the front rows, and the whole town exploded (almost literally) after the shootout: lots of fireworks, buzzing scooters carrying Italian flags, and grinning old men. The whole outburst was politely over by midnight. I couldn't help but feel relieved that the US didn't win the World Cup. It's better that a country that really cares--and Italy really, really cares--won the event.

Now back to reality: Israel is bombing Beirut; the microwars in Iraq continue unabated; gas prices are climbing; and our new GE refrigerator is non funzionale.

May 31, 2006

Road Work Ahead

Banner_tease_1 I'm working on a new design for this blog, so postings will be sparse over the next few days. The new design promises to be spiffy when complete. Pieces of the new look for One-Way Street will come out periodically over the next week or so.

April 28, 2006

Metablogging

It's been a busy week with dealing with project hysteria, playing traffic slut by chasing Kaavya, staying out late at the terrific May St. Cafe, and arranging for a spiffy new design of this blog, forthcoming soon. So today seems like a good day to  check on some other blogs.

Like Anna Karina's Sweater talks about a lost gem from the 1970's, John Frankenheimer's 99 and 44/100% Dead. It's not yet on DVD, but set your Tivo because it pops up on the Fox Movie Channel every so often.

Bookslut has been reading graphic novels lately and has two favorites. I don't particularly like milling about with the pudgy preteens in the comics aisle of the bookstore, so my experience reading graphic novels is still pretty limited. I've only read Daniel Clowes and Chris Ware, who lives somewhere near me. Anyway, Renee French and Julie Doucet are Bookslut's favs for the year.

A whole lot of people, and bloggers, will be at the LA Times Festival of Books this weekend. MoorishGirl gives a talk on Sunday.

2blowhards catches up with Nikos Salingaros, the mathematician and architectural/urbanism theorist and author of Anti-Architecture and Deconstruction. 2blowhards quotes at length from a letter to Salingaros from Paul Grenier of the Common Task about postmodernism on architecture and the word "fractal," both very bad when applied to architecture.

And finally, Crooked Timber has unearthed a novel by Karl Marx
entitled Scorpion and Felix, written when Marx was 19. Get this--evidently Marx cribbed his material from Tristram Shandy. Read the quotation of chapter 37, reproduced in its entirety.

April 05, 2006

Look Out Above!

New York profiles four new editors of fusty publications with long traditions of bleeding cash: The Atlantic, The Paris Review, Harper's, and The New Republic. All four new editors seem nervous, especially Roger Hodge, the new editor of Harper’s, which for years now seems like it's been run off on a mimeograph machine. One good reason not to sign up for a lifetime subscription to Harper's is that Hodge frets about competition from blogs, although I can’t imagine why. This blog gets traffic, but I’m not taking out Harper's any time soon. Nor are any other blogs I can think of right now. Bloggers, the energetic rabble that they are, can be folded back into the print establishment. The Nation does a nice job of using blogs to complement their content. Maybe it’s the soft socialism of the Nation that makes them more open to bloggers.  Forget blogs. I see sixteen People magazines to every New Yorker or Atlantic.

March 09, 2006

Blooker Prize

I just heard about the blog-into-book phenomenon a week ago, and they've already established a prize for it. Judging from the unfortunate name, the phenomenon won't exactly sweep the globe. Isn't blook just another name for vanity publishing?

February 07, 2006

Goodbye Baudelaire

Note the new tag line (or whatever it's called). The old one was a favorite from Baudelaire. The new one is a paraphrase from Slovoj Zizek. (Speaking of which, I'm still waiting for Zizek! to make it to Chicago, and it's taking its sweet time, too.)

And the blog evolves.

Keep in Mind

Edward Lifson is in Beijing right now, and he has lots of pictures of Stephen Holl's Linked Hybrid building, currently under construction. He also meets a Chinese man who is in big trouble with his wife.

Did United Artists doctor a photo of Claus von Stauffenberg to make him look more like Tom Cruise?

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