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In order to write, he claimed, he needed to tear up his life. James Atlas re Saul Bellow.Has some Blogger Conference studied exactly how many Bellovian bloggers are out there? Summon the men and women of Social Science. Let them quantify how much of the social fabric is being torn up in order that we may blog.
posted by Tom Matrullo at Sunday, April 10, 2005
3 Comments:
Well, I know blogging has ruined my golf game, isolated me from my wife and children and caused me to lose interest in making money. Have I torn up my life to blog or has blogging torn up my life?
Good question. I will not be attending any conferences to discover the answer. Or contribute.
Well I for one am glad you blog, however dire the consequences or causes. But here's an odd thing - if Nietzsche were alive today, and had a blog, and blogged every day - or Pascale, or Freud - would we read it every day? Perhaps. But now we have a few thou Neetches, a few hunnerd Pascs, and who among us men who live now can count the infinite tribe of Freuds. I use bloglines and wonder where X has found time, since I last found time to click on his/her blog, to have blogged 19 times, while Y has blogged 200 times, and Z etc. How many families, livelihoods and golf swings have shrivelled to unrecognizeable appendages? How else could it be? This blither seems not to bother most blithely blathering bloggers, but it has long been bothering me. This is not to say that I do not encounter something more special, more interesting, more witty when I do my tour than anything I could hope to find in commodity media. I do. My little guess is that after this explosion of human inventiveness and uninventiveness, if truth be told, the sane will blog more rarely.
It's more like he tore up Delmore Schwarz's life. And in identifying Herzog's obsessional letter-writing he nailed what's the best and the worst about blogs.
-klaus
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