Being Beta

Exercises in the higher banter with One of 26. Elsewhere called 'poet of adland'. By a whipple-squeezer. Find out why being beta is the new alpha: betarish at googlemail dot com

Thursday, April 27, 2006

The sub-editor's fear of the semi-colon: Possibly the best headline in the world. Ever

Making a welcome return after a long absence.

From the blog Daddy Types: did they really say that?

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Tristram passes round the begging bowl

Sorry, that heading's a tad trite, but I thought it was worth sharing Libby Purves' column in The Times today, which is the first one that I've seen that deals with the issue of the institutionalising of unpaid labour in media and creative industries (she does have a slightly unwarranted pop at The Guardian, considering that they do a hell of a lot more re bursaries to get people of non white, non-middle class backrounds in than News International.)

But her point still stands (and she doesn't get round to mentioning advertising, which does something similar and often for longer periods of time).

The danger of all this she summarises as:

a widening gulf, a social and cultural imbalance in the media trades. The kids who get the flying start with contacts and experience are the ones whose parents can afford to keep them. They live in roomy London houses and hand out an allowance and perhaps a deposit on a flat. Their children know they will inherit in later life to compensate for not having money to save. This small financial elite will increasingly monopolise the communicative professions, because all the other kids, cumbered by student debt and perhaps living far from cities, will have to find non- media jobs, however creative their minds may be.

So don’t be surprised when public discourse gets ever shriller, smugger, more chicly urban and more detached from majority Britain. Media start-up jobs are the new Eton-Oxford-and-the-Guards.

Which is true. And dangerous, as it is not an accurate reflection of the country. Which has ramifications for the way in which a country talks to itself, designs policies for itself and understands itself. (And I speak as someone who is/was Comprehensive-Oxford-FT-LSE-design agency-design start up.)


What is perhaps less true is her assertion that nothing - and certainly nothing governmental - can be done to change this. Perhaps not governmental, but consumer-wise, why ever not? Start by buying newspapers that do not just talk to Islington, Surrey and pockets of SW London - even better, launch one. I'll come join you.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

And BetaRish strikes again

at the Observer Music Monthly. In what might be an obvious slip, I nearly typed 'BeatRish'. Hmmm, not for many years methinks.

Capsule: Tim Parsons

The most engaging designer on display at Design Mart at the Design Museum at the moment is Tim Parsons, mostly for his truisms. These are faithfully transcribed from an image on his website. Go to both web and exhibition.

Having been impressed with the power of the ‘truisms’ created by American artist Jenny Holzer – lists of frank, brief statements, believed to be true at the moment of writing – a set of ‘design truisms’ were compiled over the months prior to the show.

Although highly dogmatic in tone the statements tried to convey some of the sticky and contradictory issues and anxieties that product designers face.

A product may be a word in an essay

Adding another object is not always the answer

Advertising is design's spin-doctor

Branding camouflages substance

Change is good for the soul

Creativity cannot be taught

Design education is a life skill

Every design has a political undertone

Form without content is waste

Freedom is slavery, especially in design

In the mind, a design is never finished

Independence encourages audacity

It is a luxury to have time to create

Marketing is design's pimp

Movements decay into styles

Patenting allows ideas to be imprisoned

Perfection creates waste

Post-Modernism was a necessary evil

Preoccupation with objects is unhealthy

Pride in ideas obstructs progress

Providing more choice is a smokescreen

Real value doesn't evaporate after purchase

Resistance to trend is commendable

Signature styles reveal vacant minds

Solving artifical problems is cowardly

There is humantity in mis-use

Utopia is the only honest starting point

With volume comes responsibility

Monday, April 17, 2006

And while I'm here

you really should read Fred's Mile High Thoughts.

It came back in my thoughts today, while reading Richard Layard's Happiness: Lessons from a New Science, in which he persuasively argues that mental illness is the biggest cause of unhappiness in the developed world, and should be attacked as such.

Good luck, Fred; and fingers crossed for the adoption too.

Listorama special: The Crusades

Taken from Christopher Tyerman's The Crusades: A Very Short Introduction:

The crusader states of Outremer:
  • County of Edessa;
  • Principality of Antioch;
  • County of Tripoli;
  • Kingdom of Jerusalem (p 28)
Royal succession in the Kingdom of Jerusalem:
  • A possible bigamist (Amalric, 1163-74)
  • A leper (Baldwin IV, 1174-85)
  • A child (Baldwin V, 1185-6)
  • A woman (Sybil, 1186-90)
  • and her unpopular arriviste husband (Guy, 1186-92) (p 30)

Miscellany (various)

How juggling could save the world

How markets won't save the world entirely

The next brand that will eat the world

My debut in Economist world

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Capsule: Once more w/feeling

Originally written for Londonist, but as I never heard back from them...

DAVID FOSTER WALLACE
Consider The Lobster And Other Essays
(Abacus, £10.99)

He is, to all intents and purposes – and certainly the purpose that brings you and me together at this address in hyperspace today – a genius.

Consider the evidence: a recipient of one of the MacArthur Foundation’s ‘genius’ grants[1], given to selected individuals “to enable recipients to exercise their own creative instincts for the benefit of human society”[2]; the casual and correct use of vocabulary such as prolegomenous[3], geekoid[4] and transpersonal[5]; writing a novel, Infinite Jest, of 1,079 pages, of which 96 are endnotes and errata in my doorstep of an edition[6]; the deployment of footnotes, which sometimes can encompass an entire page[7]; and, of course, the ability to write with precision, fluency and insight on topics ranging from the neurological receptors that might allow lobsters to feel pain when being boiled, to the economics of talk radio, while passing through contemporary ‘wars’ within the “seamy underbelly” of American grammar, why Kafka is funny, why Updike isn’t and with an unexpected diversion into the Adult Video News Awards.

Plus, like all geniuses, he has the ability to influence, both consciously and un-. In the case at hand, your interlocutor here, who normally doesn’t write like this[8], and has composed this leaden-footed tribute as a form of half-baked testimony as to how difficult it actually is to pull this stuff off.[9]

And yet despite these extravagant gifts and abilities, David Foster Wallace remains an acquired taste, which his second collection of non-fiction essays Consider The Lobster, will do little to shift. A tragedy for sure, for when talent this hyperbolically good is around you want the world to share it: viz, four examples of his ability to do:

Filigree comedy of observation: “there are so many different well-formed ways to say the same basic thing, from e.g. ‘I was attacked by a bear!’ to ‘Goddamn bear tried to kill me!’ to ‘That ursine juggernaut did essay to sup upon my person!’ and so on.”[10]

Incisive liberal-hearted political critique buried in seemingly innocuous footnotes: “To be a mass tourist, for me, is to become a pure late-date American: alien, ignorant, greedy, for something you cannot ever have, disappointed in a way you can never admit… It is to impose yourself on places that in all non-economic ways would be better, realer without you.”[11]

Sheer technical virtuosity in using language: “As is so often SOP with the truth, there’s a cruel paradox involved. It may well be that we spectators, who are not divinely gifted as athletes, are the only ones able truly to see, articulate, and animate the experience of the gift we are denied. And that those who receive and act out the gift of athletic genius must, perforce, be blind and dumb about it – and not because blindness and dumbness are the price of the gift, but because they are its essence.”[12]

Exuberant descriptions of an informationally-overloaded hyperreality: “Now moving w/ laden plate to a table near us is a man in a full-body leopardskin suit whose way acknowledging people he knows is to point at them rather than wave at them. On his arm is a B-girl in a bodystocking made of what appears to be a densely woven net. Two Astral Ocean Cinema contract starlets have on identical copper-colored beaded gowns with myriad lengthwise slits in the skirts parts’ fronts and backs and sides, so that as they walk to their table their upper halves look normal and their lower halves seem to be passing through an infinity of bead curtains. Obviously, the whole scene is overwhelming.”[13]

To like him, you’ll need a taste for Americana, Pop rather than Cosmic, the one that is commercial and giddily self-aware; the desire to be breathlessly dazzled by the leaps and daring and at times slightly unhinged nature of his prose; a trust that the apparent academic backwaters he’s paddling you up will eventually mean that you a-shore somewhere worthwhile; and a belief that footnotes and in-text interpolations are definitively a good thing.

But all of this brilliance should not obscure what he has most of in spades: heart. His humanism, and celebration of humanity, appears most readily in the non-corny, down-home reflections of ‘The Obvious’ event of 2001 while in his native Illinois, but also in his summing up w/r/t Senator John McCain’s quixotic US presidential campaign in 2000, which Foster Wallace was sent to cover for Rolling Stone[14]: “But if you… have come to a point where you’ve started fearing your own cynicism almost as much as you fear your own credulity and the salesmen who feed it, you may find your thoughts returning again and again to a certain dark and box-sized cell in a certain Hilton half a world and three careers away… whether he’s truly ‘for real’ now depends less on what is in his heart than on what might be in yours.”[15]

Foster Wallace’s linguistic pyrotechnics don’t just bring heat: they illuminate and provide warmth too. And how many geniuses can do that?



[1] Admittedly, the Foundation isn’t so bold as to actually call the fellowships it gives ‘Genius Grants’, as fun as that might be.

[2] http://www.macfound.org/site/c.lkLXJ8MQKrH/b.959463/k.9D7D/Fellows_Program.htm, accessed on 22 December 2005. Other individuals selected for such largesse* include William Gaddis (I know!), Cormac McCarthy, Thomas Pynchon (who is, of course, regularly cited both as the major influence on DFW, as well as the writer to whom DFW is closest in style to/will inherit the crown of etc) and Marcel Ophuls (well, you didn’t think that making harrowing four-hour documentaries called Le Chagrin et la pitié was in someway economically rewarding did you?).

* In this case, it turns out to be a relative term. Grants in the year that DFW was given his fellowship ranged between $190,000 and $375,000, DFW’s clocking in at $230,000, “on which basis Wallace would classify as only a ‘low to mid-range’ genius.” Catty web-critic found at http://www.smallbytes.net/~bobkat/jesterlist.html, accessed on 22 December 2005.

[3] P 255 of current edition of volume under discussion.

[4] Ibid, p 102.

[5] Ibid, p 88.

[6] And no, I haven’t finished reading it yet. It’s been started on four separate occasions and each time I’ve got further in – last time page reached was 109. It’s my own personal Everest.

† I have successfully finished reading some of his other books. Its just IJ I have a somewhat flaky relationship with.

[7] No, really, I mean a whole page, excluding header and page number, but including pretty much everything else verso and/or recto. Check op cit, p 33 of current volume under review; FN which actually begins on the preceding page.

[8] Really I don’t. I mean, who can? It’s a tremendous amount of effort, even to attempt to pastiche badly. Which latter I can at least successfully claim to have achieved.

[9] Apologies to those readers with even a nano-second’s familiarity with DFW. Trust me, this is hurting me as much to write as it is for you to read.

[10] Op cit, p 96. “Essay to sup”! Try and use that in the fight that you might have outside your local boozer this weekend (time now immaterial, as one presumes you’ll be able to find one [fight, that is] whatever time you leave it).

[11] Ibid, p 240.

[12] Ibid, p 155.

[13] Ibid, p 41.

[14] His first draft of the piece, Up, Simba, would have used every single editorial page (and a few of the advertising ones) in the magazine if it had been run uncut. Block, we could assume, is not necessarily a problem DFW is afflicted with.

[15] Ibid, p 233-4.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Postings

Recommendations for 26 here: http://www.26.org.uk/twentysix/2006/03/26-members-recommend-for-march.html

and a lengthy thread on Basic Instinct 2 at Comment is Free is developing into an examination of the role of critics.