“Edinburgh is Sleepwalking into a Cultural Disaster” at Bright Green

Politics, Rambles, Uncategorized

I’ve got quite a vitriolic post up at politics blog Bright Green today about Edinburgh’s independent venue closures. It’s a rant that’s been brewing for a while about our total lack of cultural leadership. Enjoy!

The litany has become terribly familiar: La Belle Angele, the Big Red Door, the Lot, the Roxy Arthouse, the Forest Café, and now Cabaret Voltaire and the Bongo Club. In the last decade, Edinburgh’s independent arts venues have been closed or threatened with closure, one by one. Each new loss has occurred for ostensibly different reasons – the Cowgate fire, the sequestration of the Edinburgh University Settlement, buy-out, lease termination – but the differences between the closures risk masking the importance of the trend. What’s happening doesn’t just present a tremendous risk to Edinburgh’s local arts culture, it also indicates a shameful lack of cultural leadership – the refusal of the property sector, local government or creative support organisations to step into the breach. This failure risks undermining everything that makes Edinburgh’s cultural sector so special and so valuable to the city.

eReaders: things they do and don’t do

Poetry, Rambles

I was given a Kobo Touch for my birthday. It seems like eReaders tend to cause quite a divide for literary types, so, after a few weeks of it, I thought I’d lay down some thoughts about them:

Things my eReader is good for:

  • Travelling and commuting. I used to have to take at least three books with me if I went anywhere, because I didn’t know what I was going to want to read and didn’t want to be left stranded. Now I just have to take my eReader! (and one paper book, in case something goes technically wrong.)
  • Reading in bed, reading while eating, generally reading in awkward positions. You can operate it one-handed and it’s really light — I wish I’d read Infinite Jest on it, because it would have been so much more comfortable! Plus, hyperlinked footnotes. This has been the biggest effect on my reading habits — I generally feel a lot more comfortable while I’m reading.
  • Free access to all public domain works. This is just brilliant; it’s widened my reading and my understanding of literature, and I’m really happy about that.
  • Looking up words I don’t know. Inbuilt dictionaries: wonderful.
  • Reading the news. Thanks to the wonderful open-source ebook manager Calibre, I now get the Guardian and the London Review of Books delivered free to my eReader. Reading a newspaper on an eReader combines the best of reading online news — freeness, ease of skipping, hyperlinking for context — with the best of reading paper news — linear reading provides deeper engagement, reading the whole paper brings up stories and reviews you’d miss otherwise. I’ve become a daily paper reader again, which I really like.
  • Annotations. I’m more likely to highlight and annotate an eBook. It’s about as easy, but more legible, and gets rid of any “spoiling the object” guilt.
  • Journals and articles. I can now read pdfs and some e-zines without my eyes hurting! This is really huge. It is vital that more poetry e-journals join >kill author and Nap and get e-book versions out

Things I my eReader isn’t good for:

  • Of course eReaders won’t replace print. They are a different medium. Some things won’t read on them. Eventually they’ll do poetry well (formatting is too unreliable and rigid currently); eventually they’ll even do high quality colour illustrations; but we’ll be in a Minority Report future before they can do everything a print book does. You can’t do large-scale artistic combinations of text and image. You can’t have big pictures full stop. You can’t make a beautiful physical object.
  • I can’t lend people books, only link to them. I’ll always want an in-house bookshelf.
  • I don’t trust eBooks yet. They do not seem to be as well proof-read or as reliably formatted as print. It’s a little like the early days of the mass printing press, when pirating was rife and you could never be totally sure if what you are reading is definitely the original. Publishers are rushing to get e-imprints out, and not necessarily doing them properly. This is a terrible shame.
  • The Kobo comes with this fucking absurd Reading Life app. I do not want my reading life to be social. I do not want to externalise the rewards of reading with something flashing on the screen to tell me I’ve achieved an arbitrary reading target. I do not want my stats to be tracked. I may occasionally want to post a quote on Facebook, but I do not want everything I do to be shared automatically. I fundamentally do not understand why people use apps like this. I do not see how they expand the world of reading. They contract it.

A little on the psychology

  • I’m part of the laptop demographic. We are hyperlinked. We stare at screens as many waking hours as we don’t. We struggle to maintain deep attention, but we’re very good at abstract thought and making rapid connections. We are cyborgs, broadly. It comforts our restless, depressed minds to be clicking things and watching screens change in response; we like those feedback loops; it gets the dopamine going. The best, the very best thing about my eReader, for me, is that it gives me enough of that cybernetic drug to hold my attention while at the same time being a form of deep attention: a book. More of the time I would have spent on a laptop, because I feel safe in cyberspace, is being spent reading books. Some writers are scared that eReaders will increase our cultural attention deficit. For me, the opposite is true.

So…

  • I don’t get on well with techno-utopians who think that Wired is Nostradamus and that new technologies have all the answers. I also have little time for luddites who think that new technologies are ruining our minds. My eReader has made my reading broader and more comfortable, and made different types of reading possible — but that’s an expansion of what print books can do, not a replacement for them.

My Bailout

Personal, Politics

The other day I received this email:

HM Serial Number: 768369
BATCH No: HM/03/2011/UK
Amount Awarded: Ј550,000.00 GBP

Attn Beneficiary:
We are pleased to announce to you that your Email Was selected at random as one of the individuals to be compensated with the sum of Ј550,000.00 GBP by the Royal House of Treasury (H.M TREASURY).Do Contact the Below Details via his personal email for immediate Claim:
Name: George Osborne MP (Chancellor)
Email:  george.osborne12@hotmail.co.uk

You are advised to provide Chancellor George Osborne with the following accurate information of yours,
for claim: YOUR FULL NAMES/ ADDRESS /COUNTRY /HM SERIAL NUMBER / PHONE NUMBER/ AGE.
Have a nice day and Hope you use this Money profitably.

Signed,John Thompson,
Finance Director,HM Treasury

So I wrote back:

Dear George Osborne,

Thank you very much for your email and offer of compensation. The money is much appreciated and certainly means a lot in these troubled times. I just wanted to ask a few questions before we proceed.

For what am I being compensated? Is this recompense for the difficulties of living under this Tory government? My initial assumption was that you have chosen to reassign all the money saved through benefit cuts by random lottery — certainly, that’s an economic strategy exactly as rational as using spending cuts to rescue a failing system. But then I realised that you were “compensating” me, and I wondered for what. Is it for the impossibility of finding a steady job that uses my two degrees? Is it for the difficulty in paying back mounting graduate debt for a new generation over mortgaged students? Is it to make up for how hard it would be to get disability benefit even if I lost all my limbs in a freak photocopier accident, because ATOS would determine that I could still operate an assembly line with my teeth?

Or maybe I’m thinking along the wrong lines here. Are you, in fact, bailing me out? It’s true I’ve made an awful hash of my life. Living in a capitalist society means that I suffer regularly from crippling anxiety, mostly around my inability to perceive myself as a success. Are you giving me a cash injection so that I can feel like a success, George? I too, once, thought that I was too big to fail. I too have collapsed my emotional assets through sub-prime lending to ungrateful borrowers. I too have tried to make things better by giving myself absurd bonuses. I could certainly do with a bail-out, so if that’s what you’re giving me, I’m grateful.

But then, maybe I don’t deserve one. I’m afraid, George, that I am a dissident. I have gone on protests. I have been arrested, and intend to continue commiting acts of civil disobedience to bring down the government. It’s true! But it’s also true that my activism is partly motivated by my desperation, my anxiety, my inability to see life as rich people see it. So perhaps your money can help. Is that what it’s all about, George? Is that what you’re trying to do? George, are you trying to buy my silence?

If so, I’m afraid you’re out of luck. £550k just isn’t enough. A cool million should do it.

I look forward to your reply, with the information I requested. I will be happy to send you my bank details and passwords within 24 hours of hearing from you. I’m more than keen to entrust my finances to the Chancellor of the Exchequer. You’ve done such a good job so far!

Regards,

Harry Giles

I await his reply.