Showing posts with label Susan Sontag. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Susan Sontag. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 December 2010

The Weight of the Past

(This is a companion blog to my previous entry, which used 4'33" to think about what happens when the medium used to (re)produce music shifts. The current entry thinks about photography, with the help of a book and a television programme.)

A few weeks ago, in a cafe or a restaurant, I noticed a couple looking through a set of photographs that they had just gotten back from being developed - a commonplace sight as recently as perhaps six or seven years ago, but much less so now.

Nostalgia touches photographs in many ways. In her beautiful book On Photography, Susan Sontag wrote:
A photograph of 1900 that was affecting then because of its subject would, today, be more likely to move us because it is a photograph taken in 1900. The particular qualities and intentions of photographs tend to be swallowed up in the generalized pathos of time past. Aesthetic distance seems built into the very experience of looking at photographs, if not right away, then certainly with the passage of time. Time eventually positions most photographs, even the most amateurish, at the level of art.
Looking at the couple looking at actual, material photographs, not images on a screen, I felt nostalgia for a photographic process that is now a residual technology.

In On Photography, Sontag has a lot to say about the relationship with the past that photography invites. At times she is markedly critical. When she states that 'photographs furnish instant history, instant sociology, instant participation', she is pointing to what she sees as photography's illusory offer of easy access to complex realities.

In another passage, Sontag suggests that photographs act as a substitute, and perhaps a poor one, for an older kind of link with the past:
Fewer and fewer Americans possess objects that have a patina, old furniture, grandparents’ pots and pans — the used things, warm with generations of human touch, that Rilke celebrated in The Duino Elegies as being essential to a human landscape. Instead, we have our paper phantoms, transistorized landscapes. A featherweight portable museum.
I recently revisited Sontag's book alongside the BBC television drama Shooting the Past. The latter tells the story of a photographic collection which is threatened with destruction when the old building it is housed in is bought by American developers so that it can become the site of a business school. The developers arrive under the impression that the staff are aware of what is happening and have made arrangements for the collection to be re-housed, but find out that they are wrong on both counts. The matter then becomes, as the chief developer puts it, one of hard economics: the photographs have a monetary value less than the cost of even a few days' delay in construction, so they will have to be destroyed.

The problem that the collection represents, and that those who wish to preserve it face, is that, en masse, these photographs constitute not a 'featherweight portable museum', but a bulky, decidedly material, set of objects. One could facetiously observe that if it were a collection of digital photographs, there would be no story: the staff could put their memory sticks in their pockets and be on their way. But as well as all the other questions this leaves unanswered, it runs the risk of succumbing to a form of digital utopianism which ignores the material basis of even these new technologies, a hubristic blindness which both their producers and consumers often participate in.

The point is that just as media have a history, so too does the way we think about those media. What seems featherweight to one generation, whose point of comparison is something that came earlier, becomes bulky to another, who have moved on once again. The current pace of technological change means that we can witness this process take place over the space of less than five years; think of mobile phone technology. Now that celluloid is on its way out (and the stars of classical Hollywood are almost all dead), theorisations of film based on movement, or even absent-presence, are receding, and newer theories linking the moving image with death are coming to the fore. We ought to be at least a touch more precise and acknowledge that, like nostalgia, death has been associated with photography, including moving photograpy, for a long time (Bazin once observed that if photography were subject to pyschoanalysis, one of the key motives behind it would be the embalming of the dead). So it is more accurate to say that whilst there will always be competing theorisations of media at any given moment, there will be a historical variation in the prominence of these models.

There's another way of reading Shooting the Past that appeals to me at this particular historical moment. The programme tells the story of capitalists encountering an institution which they now have control of, even if they do not understand it. And all of a sudden, the guardians of that institution are told that they must face 'reality', or, to decode that term of blackmail, a certain brand of economics (as if up until this point they had been living in a dreamworld). The imperatives of a balance sheet and a timetable become the only ones that matter. In this situtation, the value of what is preserved and disseminated by the institution can only be conceived of in financial terms, terms which, of course, completely overlook the institution's real value.

But that's another blog entry...

Wednesday, 3 February 2010

'I intend to do everything ... I shall anticipate pleasure everywhere and find it too ... I shall involve myself wholly ... everything matters'

Susan Sontag wrote the above in her journal, aged 16. What a wonderful sentiment! Here are some interesting things that I've read or heard lately.

On Radio 4's 'Today' Programme this morning (complete with Ennio Morricone music, of course):


A two-person button-pressing experiment showed that 'those who reacted to their opponent were on average 21 milliseconds faster than those who initiated the movement.' (Good to know, but Pete Falconer's research about honour, back-shooting and the Western town at night is more interesting if we actually want to learn something about shootouts in Hollywood Westerns.)

2 US populism

In The Economist this week there's some interesting stuff about 'a resurgence of political populism on both the left and the right', which reminded me of a conversation Pete, James and I were having about US vs European politics, and the prospect of drinking with Howard Hawks and/or Frank Capra. A couple of bumper stickers doing the rounds in America at the moment: 'Save trees: stop printing money'; 'Honk if I'm paying your mortgage'.

Also on this subject: brucespringsteen.net alerted me to a recent expression of US populism. Bruce has contributed to a History Channel documentary 'The People Speak', based on a book, A People's History of the United States.

3 The Zero Rupee Note

There's also a sidebar about a fascinating phenomenon in India. A 'piece of paper the colour of a 50-rupee note with a picture of Gandhi on it and a value of nothing' is "circulating" in India. Why?
Its aim is to shame corrupt officials into not demanding bribes. [...]
One official in Tamil Nadu was so stunned to receive the note that he handed back all the bribes he had solicited for providing electricity to a village. Another stood up, offered tea to the old lady from whom he was trying to extort money and approved a loan so her granddaughter could go to college.
[Their creator] thinks the notes work because corrupt officials so rarely encounter resistance that they get scared when they do. And ordinary people are more willing to protest, since the notes have an organisation behind them and they do not feel on their own.

The THE also had a lot of stuff to make me exalt in the fecundity of the world and the human examination of it (helping to offset the predictable and understandable dose of doom and gloom about 'the sector'). Sometimes even dropped in expressions like 'situated messiness' or a single idea/observation ('people in the same class position tend to support different parties depending on where they live') send me off on pleasurable methodological ruminations. And even the barest book synopses make me hungry to read (Darker than Blue: On the Moral Economies of Black Atlantic Culture, by Paul Gilroy. 'Gilroy seeks to awaken a new understanding of W E B Du Bois' intellectual and political legacy by considering the ways that consumerism has diverted African Americans' political and social aspirations').

There are a couple of interestingish pieces (by Alan Ryan and David Greenaway) putting HE's current situation in some kind of historical context (skimming the online versions, I see they've attracted some comment).


The most pleasurable and beautifully-written piece of all this week is written by Bob Blaisdell, an American professor of English, on how he came to love index cards. I've used them for revision and planning purposes in the past. One of my academic inspirations also uses them. Blaisdell mainly talks about using them for the purposes of learning Russian.
As I was putting them into a [...] rubber-banded packet, I realised that there was another connection to baseball cards: the old cards' edges are less sharp, their surfaces even feel warmer. Through my fingertips, before I look down, I know the word or sentence will be a familiar one.
This reminds me of a poetry and philosophy conference I went to where one of the keynotes, Jorie Graham, was talking about the difference, neurologically, between typing and writing with a pen - the importance of tactility to memory and mental processing. (I also can't resist reproducing this great aside: 'I guess I don't understand the pleasure of playing poker on the computer either. I love the feel of cards - not the idea of them.')

5 New blogs

James brought my attention to 'The Feminist Spectator', because her latest blog entry is on Up in the Air. I enjoyed the piece, left a comment, and added the blog to my 'following' list. I'm still thinking about the idea of blogs and the public sphere. On that subject, yet another article in the THE was about Han Han, a Chinese man whose blog has an audience of 242 million! I just tried to read it, but it's not available in translation. It'd take a lot of index cards before I could read it in the original!