pining for the fjords
As the flood of responses and comments to Nicholas Lemann's "On the Internet, everybody is a millenarian" article in the New Yorker continues to flow, bend, ripple and eddy, one can't help but notice how Lemann's piece simply stands there, mute, defunct. Sans capacity to comment, respond, defend, link.It's Plato's old distinction in the Phaedrus: blogs are the speaking voice, alive and self-present. Lemann's article belongs to the world of print, of writing. Of this mode, Socrates says:
I cannot help feeling, Phaedrus, that writing is unfortunately like painting; for the creations of the painter have the attitude of life, and yet if you ask them a question they preserve a solemn silence. And the same may be said of speeches. You would imagine that they had intelligence, but if you want to know anything and put a question to one of them, the speaker always gives one unvarying answer. And when they have been once written down they are tumbled about anywhere among those who may or may not understand them, and know not to whom they should reply, to whom not: and, if they are maltreated or abused, they have no parent to protect them; and they cannot protect or defend themselves.Yes, it's an oversimplification. But it's not millenarianism.