~ “Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.” ~
The other day I happened upon this passage:
News travels fast and far in the
Internet age. The pulse of all
humanity is quickening, as if our planet, after traversing, on its journey
through space, some somnolent and bemused zone of the Universe, were now
emerging into a region bathed in vivifying rays, or filled with cosmic
benzedrine in the insterstellar dust.
It seemed to act simultaneously on all levels of the nervous system of
mankind … as a stimuland and aphrodisiac, manifesting itself as a thirst of the
spirit, an itch of the brain, a hunger of the senses, a toxic release of the
passions. The human glands seemed
to produce a new hormone.
Only…. not quite
that passage. The quotation
is from Arthur Koestler’s The Sleepwalkers, chapter “Rumour and
Report.” It begins:
News travelled fast and far in the
sixteenth century.
and otherwise continues as above, though in the past
tense ("was quickening", etc.). The technological
element then was the invention of the printing press; but as Koestler represents the scene, that was not the
essence. He describes a
scene (we’re in the 1500s, mind) that could almost be our own of YouTube and
Twitter, where the rapid spread of information is
a process of dilution and diffusion
and distortion, which affected ever-increasing numbers, including the backward
and illiterate… [reaching people not from the original texts, but] through
hearsay and echo.
~
The plaint is perennial. Here is another instance.
In 1908, Freud published a work of haute vulgarisation, "Die 'kulturelle' Sexualmoral und die moderne
Nervosität”, in the charmingly titled periodical Mutterschutz. The title is very modern, in the
Modernist sense of ‘modern’ (which by now, of course, in Webworld, is old
hat). It suggests that classic of
nervousness, Berlin Alexanderplatz, which however it
anticipates by a couple of decades.
Characterizing the essay, Jones writes:
Freud quoted several writers who
were alarmed at the increase of neurotic affections. They drew a terrifying picture of the severe condidtions of
life at the beginning of the century, which read strangely to those of us who
look back on that epoch as a
golden age. … The essential trouble
was the incredible speed of communication in those days.
-- Ernest Jones, Freud: Years of
Maturity (1955), p. 253
~ Posthumous Endorsement ~
"If I were alive today, and
in the mood for a mystery,
this is what I'd be reading:
"
(Ich bin Sigmund Freud, and I
approved this message.)
~
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