Prejudices from an exhibition

Anthony Lane has a lovely piece in the New Yorker about the new exhibition of Robert Frank’s famous visual study of his adopted country. Here’s how it begins:

In June, 1955, Robert Frank bought a car. It was a Ford Business Coupe, five years old, sold by Ben Schultz, of New York. From there, Frank drove by himself to Detroit, where he visited the Ford River Rouge plant, in Dearborn, as if taking the coupe home to see its family. Later that summer, he headed south to Savannah, and, with the coming of fall, set off from Miami Beach to St. Petersburg, and then struck out on a long, diversionary loop to New Orleans, and thence to Houston, for a rendezvous with his wife, Mary, and their two children, Pablo and Andrea. Together, they went west, arriving in Los Angeles in the nick of Christmastime. They stayed on the Pacific Coast until May of the following year, when Mary and the children returned to New York. Frank, however, still wasn’t done. Alone again, he made the trip back, going via Reno and Salt Lake City, then pushing north on U.S. 91 to Butte, Montana. From there, it was a deep curve, though a swift one, through Wyoming, Nebraska, and Iowa to Chicago, where he turned south; at last, by early June, Frank and his Ford Business, his partner for ten thousand miles, were back in New York. It had been a year, more or less, since he embarked, and there was much to reflect upon. Luckily, he’d taken a few photographs along the way.

In fact, he took around twenty-seven thousand…

In the end, Frank chose only 83 images from the 27,000 for the book which was published in November 1958 in Paris under the title Les Americains. From all of this he earned the princely sum of $817. He also received a lot of ordure from American critics, who were infuriated by his calm, detached view of their variegated, segregated, free-enterprise paradise. They saw this Swiss immigrant photographer as an agitator, the enemy within. (Remember, though, that this was the country which spawned Senator McCarthy.) Lane’s piece — and the contemporary exhibition — looks at The Americans with a less hysterical eye. The New Yorker prints Frank’s photograph of customers at a Drug Store counter in Detroit, a fascinating, disturbing image in which every countenance seems to tell a story. Here’s how Lane describes it:

Every stool is taken; the customers are waiting for their orders, two of them clasping their hands as if saying grace. Half of them look straight ahead, like drivers in dense traffic; not one seems to be talking to his neighbors. As Greenough [Curator of the current exhibition] suggests, this broken togetherness would have been bewildering to one who grew up amid the café society of Europe, with its binding hubbub.

Mind you, what would the diners say, if quizzed on their silence? Maybe they just came off a noisy shift, and could use a minute’s peace; maybe they’re simply tired and hungry; maybe, with a grilled-cheese sandwich and a cup of coffee inside them, they might warm up, and, if the man with the camera returned in half an hour, he would walk into a perfect storm of yakking. Whenever I see Frank’s photograph, with its citrus slices of cardboard or plastic dangling overhead, I think of “The Blues Brothers,” and John Candy briskly ordering drinks for himself and a couple of cops: “Orange whip? Orange whip? Three orange whips.” For every segment of melancholia that Frank cut from America, in other words, America could dish up a comic response, or at least an upbeat equivalent.

The great thing about the exhibition — and the massive book that’s been spun off from it, is that it enables us to look behind the editing and selection process that Frank employed when whittling down his 27,000 images to 83.

When he picked up a pair of hitchhikers and allowed one of them to drive, the sideways image that he took shows the driver—a dead-eyed ringer for Richard Dreyfuss in “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”—in determined profile. Check the contact sheet at the back of the catalogue, and you come across the succeeding frame: same angle, same guy, but now with a definite grin—closer in mood, instantly, to the Dreyfuss who gunned his truck in pursuit of the alien craft, his face lit with chirpy wonder.

The extra information one gleans from seeing contact sheets and Frank’s notes should caution anyone from drawing bold inferences from any single image, because often such interpretations involve projecting one’s own prejudices onto the photograph. A famous photograph in The Americans shows a number of smartly-dressed black dudes lounging alongside cars at a funeral. It was taken in North Carolina, I think, and many viewers over the years (me included) assumed that the men were probably chauffeurs patiently waiting for their white masters. But Frank’s contact sheet reveals that the men are actually attending an African-American funeral.

This is an exhibition I’d love to see, but it doesn’t seem to be coming to Europe. Ah well, I’ll just have to get the book

En passant: The New Yorker has a small slideshow to accompany Anthony Lane’s piece.

The Bollinger Club: still in business

Remember all those stories about how Dave ‘Vote-Blue-to-get-Green’ Cameron insisted that there should be no conspicious consumption of Bollinger at his party conference? Well, a Mirror photographer spotted the Supreme Leader in flagrante. The paper’s report reads:

David Cameron quaffs £140-a-bottle bubbly with his rich chums just hours before the Tories announced a pay freeze for millions of ordinary workers.

Mr Cameron flouted a champagne ban imposed by his own party chairman who was keen to avoid accusations the Tories believe the election is in the bag.

When we caught him sipping fizz at an exclusive party, heavy-handed minders immediately moved in and tried to stop us leaving with the embarrassing snap.

How to grill a minister

Tom Watson, the former Cabinet Office minister and the only guy in the government who really understood the networked world, gave Ben Bradshaw an exemplary grilling in Committee Lord Mandelson’s Dangerous Downloaders Act. Here’s an excerpt from the transcript on Tom’s blog:

Q25 Mr Watson: Perhaps we can explore what a tier one tribunal is later on. I want to test you a little more on this. Have you estimated the cost of implementing the system to suspend file sharers for industry? If so, can you say what that is?

Mr Bradshaw: I would imagine we would do so in the regulatory impact assessment that we will be publishing alongside the bill. I know you have a strong record of speaking out on one side of this argument – this is not meant pejoratively – but there are very strong arguments on the other side, the cost of doing nothing to the music industry alone in this country is estimated at about £200 million.

Q26 Mr Watson: Whose estimate is that?

Mr Bradshaw: That is the industry’s estimate. It is an estimate that I have not seen challenged by anyone in any serious way. You will be aware that it is not just the film industry that is concerned about illegal file sharing, it is the music industry, it is all of our creative sectors. This is a problem which governments all over the world are grappling with. I welcome having a serious debate about how we ensure that people who create things can make value out of it. What I do not accept is the argument that there should be anarchy on the internet and that anyone should just be allowed to access what they like free of charge. The bottom line is, this is theft and I think we have to be clear about that. Yes, there need to be market solutions and there are some very imaginative and innovative market solutions that are being developed all the time, but if you are suggesting that we do not need to take action to curb this problem I think the impact on that on our creative sector – which is massively important to our economy and which has outgrown our economic growth in general and will provide a lot of the well-paid jobs in the future – will be devastating. I think we do need to get the law right and I hope that you will help us do that if you have the chance to serve on the committee.

Q27 Mr Watson: I will try to do that in any way I can. So the only estimate we have got to the cost to industry is £200 million and that is an industry statistic.

Mr Bradshaw: That is just for the music industry.

Q28 Mr Watson: Has the music industry estimated how much it will cost industry to police the system with the suspension system?

Mr Bradshaw: They may well have done.

Mr Stephens: I am afraid I do not know either but, as the Secretary of State said, that is one of the issues that will be covered in a regulatory impact assessment.

Q29 Mr Watson: Has the Department estimated what the increased income to industry will be as a result of implementing this new regulatory burden?

Mr Bradshaw: The aim is to significantly reduce – I think we give a figure – by 70%. If we do not manage to reduce by 70% the level of illegal file sharing then we would move to the next stage in terms of considering technical measures. One would have to take the estimate of what is currently being lost to our creative industries and cut 70% off that to arrive at the figure you have just described.

Q30 Mr Watson: Would it be possible to give us in writing the estimates that helped you to form the decision to implement this new system?

Mr Bradshaw: Absolutely, I would be delighted to do that. I am not sure whether or not it is something we should do in advance of publishing the regulatory impact assessment or whether it would be best to wait and put it all in there in a comprehensive way or to do both at the same time.

What’s clear from the session is that the government has made no estimates of the cost to the network industry of implementing this daft statute. The madness continues.

Meditation on a computer game

Lovely piece in the London Review of Books by Thomas Jones. Sample:

It’s 17 years since I stopped writing computer games: a combination of my going to a new school, the onset of adolescence and the BBC Micro becoming obsolete. There are still a few functioning Beebs around the place: a number of Britain’s railway stations apparently still use them to run their platform displays. But if, for nostalgia or any other reason, you’d like to get your hands on one, you don’t need to go to the trouble of robbing a railway station, because you can easily, free of charge, download an emulator from the internet. This is a piece of software that allows you to pretend that your PC is a BBC: the ultimate downgrade. A couple of days ago, I wrote a short BASIC program which allowed me to make a little man run about the screen. I even solved a problem that I’d completely forgotten had ever bothered me. It was a very simple problem, which had nothing to do with my understanding of BASIC and everything to do with my inability to work out the logical steps underpinning the procedure. The results were utterly unremarkable, and would have been equally unremarkable (to anyone apart from me) in the mid-1980s. But it gave me quiet satisfaction all the same: I worked out, after twenty years, how to make the little man jump.

Quote of the day

“The better I get to know men, the more I find myself loving dogs.”

Charles de Gaulle

Reminds me of my friend Gerard’s advice: “if you want to be appreciated (in academic or family life), buy a dog.”

Good news about the Republicans

Lovely NYTimes column by Frank Rich. Sample:

BARACK OBAMA’S most devilish political move since the 2008 campaign was to appoint a Republican congressman from upstate New York as secretary of the Army. This week’s election to fill that vacant seat has set off nothing less than a riotous and bloody national G.O.P. civil war. No matter what the results in that race on Tuesday, the Republicans are the sure losers. This could be a gift that keeps on giving to the Democrats through 2010, and perhaps beyond.

The governors’ races in New Jersey and Virginia were once billed as the marquee events of Election Day 2009 — a referendum on the Obama presidency and a possible Republican “comeback.” But preposterous as it sounds, the real action migrated to New York’s 23rd, a rural Congressional district abutting Canada. That this pastoral setting could become a G.O.P. killing field, attracting an all-star cast of combatants led by Sarah Palin, Glenn Beck, William Kristol and Newt Gingrich, is a premise out of a Depression-era screwball comedy. But such farces have become the norm for the conservative movement — whether the participants are dressing up in full “tea party” drag or not.

The battle for upstate New York confirms just how swiftly the right has devolved into a wacky, paranoid cult that is as eager to eat its own as it is to destroy Obama. The movement’s undisputed leaders, Palin and Beck, neither of whom has what Palin once called the “actual responsibilities” of public office, would gladly see the Republican Party die on the cross of right-wing ideological purity. Over the short term, at least, their wish could come true…

Yippee!

Two cheers for Cyberspace?

I’ve been brooding for days on whether the Trafigura episode and the Jan Moir/Gateley storm actually marked a serious phase-change in our media ecosystem — and, if so, what it might mean for the future. This morning, it occurred to me that the current furore about Stephen Fry’s ‘second thoughts’ about Twitter might provide a useful entry point to the conundrum.

Stir Fry

The trail (for me, at any rate) starts with a Guardian report that Stephen Fry was contemplating giving up Twitter (on which he has, at the time of writing this, 930,835 followers). “”Think I may have to give up on Twitter”, he tweeted. “Too much aggression and unkindness around.” In a reply to one of those unkind tweets, he replied: “You’ve convinced me. I’m obviously not good enough. I retire from Twitter henceforward. Bye everyone.”

This caused a stir and of course was picked up by the mainstream media (for whom Twitter is currently the scandal du jour. I decided to see what Fry himself had to say about this and headed over to his blog, where I found a long, reflective, thought-provoking and sobering post entitled “Poles, Politeness and Politics in the Age of Twitter”.

He begins, intriguingly, by saying that he feels sorry for Jan Moir, the Daily Mail columnist whose comments on the death of the gay Boyzone singer, Stephen Gateley, provoked an online storm that (briefly) overwhelmed the website of the Press Complaints Commission. Fry himself had probably contributed to the storm, because he had sent a critical tweet about the Moir piece shortly after it appeared, and given the number of followers he has on Twitter, anything he says is likely to be amplified accordingly. (Many moons ago, a tweet of his about the Blackberry Storm had effectively closed off the geek market to that particular phone. In that case, as with almost any other technology issue that he pronounces upon, Fry was absolutely right: the Storm was rushed out too early to compete with the iPhone. It was a buggy and incomplete product and his verdict was spot-on.)

One of the most intriguing aspects of the Moir story is that several major advertisers, notably Marks & Spencer (Middle England’s favourite department store), reportedly informed the Mail that they didn’t wish their advertisements to appear on the same page as Moir’s column. If true, this was a very significant development: it suggested that online indignation could metamorphosed into a force that could hit media organisations in the one place that really hurts — their advertising revenues.

Fry’s empathy with the Daily Mail columnist turns out to be a product of his own, more recent, experience. “If I were to express sympathy for Jan Moir here”, he writes,

“some of you might think I had gone soft in the head. And yet I do feel sorry for her. … The reason I feel sorry for her is not that she is a journalist, or that she writes for the Daily Mail, I am quite sure she can do without my pompous, patronising sympathy. I feel sorry for her because I know just what it is like to make a monumental ass of oneself and how hard it is to find the road back. I know all too well what it is like to be inebriated, as Disraeli put it, by the exuberance of my own verbosity.”

What caused this change of heart was that Fry agreed to be interviewed by Channel 4 News about the Tory party’s decision to ally itself in the European Parliament with fringe right-wing parties, mainly from the former Soviet Bloc, which are openly or covertly imbued with homophobic and/or anti-semitic views. One such is the quaintly-named “Polish Law and Justice Party”. He accepted the invitation to appear “for the achingly dumb reason” that he

“happened to be in the Holborn area all that day and the ITN news studios were just round the corner, so it seemed like an easy gig. The more probable explanation is that, as my father and squadrons of school teachers correctly reminded me throughout my childhood and youth, ‘Stephen just doesn’t think.’ Anyway. Words tumbled from my lips during that interview that were as idiotic, ignorant and offensive as you could imagine. It had all been proceeding along perfectly acceptable lines until I said something like ‘let’s not forget which side of the border Auschwitz was on’.”

At this point, anyone who’s ever done a live broadcast interview will feel a shiver of sympathetic recognition. We’ve all said silly thing on the spur of the moment, but usually it isn’t until the adrenalin rush of the interview has worn off that one realises. Anyway, to continue Fry’s account:

“I mean, what was I thinking? Well, as I say, I wasn’t. The words just formed themselves in a line in my head, as words will, and marched out of the mouth. I offer no excuse. I seemed to imply that the Polish people had been responsible for the most infamous of all the death factories of the Third Reich. I didn’t even really at the time notice the import of what I had said, so gave myself no opportunity instantly to retract the statement. It was a rubbishy, cheap and offensive remark that I have been regretting ever since.”

And he goes on to apologise:

“I take this opportunity to apologise now. I said a stupid, thoughtless and fatuous thing. It detracted from and devalued my argument, such as it was, and it outraged and offended a large group of people for no very good reason. I am sorry in all directions, and all the more sorry because it is no one’s fault but my own, which always makes it so much worse. And sorry because I didn’t have the wit, style, grace or guts to apologise at the first opportunity. I don’t know if Jan Moir feels the same, but I am pretty sure that in her heart of hearts she will have at the very least yearned for a rewind button. How many times in her mind since must she have rephrased, reworded and rejigged that sorry and squalid little article?

But all of this came too late. What Fry then experienced was the downside of online life — the fact that one can become the target for a tidal wave of offensive, even savage, attack. Britain’s best-loved comedian and media figure suddenly found himself up to his eyes in the nastiest kind of cesspit. And much of it came via his Twitterstream.

The toxic injunction

By now, the story is well known. The Economist’s summary of it opens thus:

“This week a national newspaper ran a fascinating story about absolutely nothing. The Guardian reported on its front page on October 13th that a question had been tabled by an MP in Parliament, but that the newspaper could not reveal “who has asked the question, what the question is, which minister might answer it, or where the question is to be found”. The reason, it explained no less cryptically, was that “legal obstacles, which cannot be identified, involve proceedings, which cannot be mentioned, on behalf of a client who must remain secret”.

This cunningly allusive item (echoed in a tweet from the Guardian’s editor, Alan Rusbridger), rapidly piqued the curiosity of the Twitterverse and in a short time the details became clear. Guardian journalists had been sniffing round a story that agents of a shipping company, Trafigura, had dumped toxic waste off the coast of an African country. This had, allegedly, caused health problems for the unfortunate residents of that country, as a result of which the company had paid compensation. But the journalists had also discovered that the company had commissioned a consultant’s report into the episode which suggested that it had known about the hazards posed by the dumped cargo. Lawyers acting for Trafigura then obtained a court injunction banning the paper from mentioning the report. They then obtained what is known as a “super injunction” banning the paper from reporting even the existence of the first injunction. At some point in the saga, an MP, Paul Farrelly, tabled a Parliamentary Question about all this, but the super injunction apparently precluded the Guardian from even reporting this fact.

Once the online community got hold of the story the entire legal edifice crumbled, especially when it became clear that the lawyers had effectively been attempting to constrain the near-absolute privilege of Parliamentary proceedings. At this point, even the Lord Chief Justice, Lord Judge, got into the act. Speaking “entirely personally”, at the Royal Courts of Justice in London, he said that he

“simply cannot envisage that it would be constitutionally possible, or proper, for a court to make an order which might prevent or hinder or limit discussion of any topic in Parliament. Or that any judge would intentionally formulate an injunction which would purport to have that effect… We use the words ‘fundamental principle’ very frequently, but this is a fundamental principle. The absolute privilege for Members to speak freely in Parliament did not come without a price, and previous generations fought – and indeed died – for it. It is a very precious heritage which should be vigorously maintained and defended by this generation.

“There are clear conventions about the circumstances in which Parliament will or will not discuss proceedings in court, and I have no doubt these conventions will be followed so as to avoid any possible interference with the administration of justice.”

Although the Lord Chief Justice did not rule out the use of super-injunctions in principle, it was difficult to avoid the conclusion that the Trafigura case represented a milestone of some sort. In a pre-Internet world, British court injunctions had often been used as effective gags on reporting (think, for example, of the Spycatcher case in the 1980s); now it looked as though the era when powerful companies and instutions would be able to use the courts to gag the media might be coming to an end. And the Moir/Gateley fracas showed even the mighty Daily Mail might be held to account for the ideologically-warped falsehoods and half-truths that it regularly peddles.

Or, as Stephen Fry put it:

Maybe the age of politics as we knew and loved it is over. Maybe the two twitterstorms of last week point to a new kind of democracy. L’Affaire Moir followed hard on the heels of a quite horrific attempt to muzzle the press by the lawyers Carter-Ruck. In the name of sub judice this notorious law firm slapped a ‘superinjunction’ on The Guardian newspaper forbidding them to mention the name of an MP or the question he had tabled in Parliament on the Trafigura toxic waste dumping scandal. Six hours of TwitterIndignation later, during which time every censored detail was made freely available for all to see, and the injunction was, force majeure, lifted. The internet had hobbled it fatally and it was led limping back to its stall, to the jeers and cheers of the public.

So, hurrah! for freedom and democracy?

Well, maybe. But I wouldn’t bet on it. Here are some reasons for being sceptical.

1. Utopianism and its discontents

The history of Cyberspace is littered with false dawns and the dust of exploded dreams. In the early days many of us (me included) were what one might call technological utopians: we really thought that networked technology would revolutionise the world. Remember John Perry Barlow’s ‘Declaration of Independence of Cyberspace’?

“Governments of the Industrial World, you weary giants of flesh and steel, I come from Cyberspace, the new home of Mind. On behalf of the future, I ask you of the past to leave us alone. You are not welcome among us. You have no sovereignty where we gather.

We have no elected government, nor are we likely to have one, so I address you with no greater authority than that with which liberty itself always speaks. I declare the global social space we are building to be naturally independent of the tyrannies you seek to impose on us. You have no moral right to rule us nor do you possess any methods of enforcement we have true reason to fear.

Governments derive their just powers from the consent of the governed. You have neither solicited nor received ours. We did not invite you. You do not know us, nor do you know our world. Cyberspace does not lie within your borders. Do not think that you can build it, as though it were a public construction project. You cannot. It is an act of nature and it grows itself through our collective actions.

You have not engaged in our great and gathering conversation, nor did you create the wealth of our marketplaces. You do not know our culture, our ethics, or the unwritten codes that already provide our society more order than could be obtained by any of your impositions.

You claim there are problems among us that you need to solve. You use this claim as an excuse to invade our precincts. Many of these problems don’t exist. Where there are real conflicts, where there are wrongs, we will identify them and address them by our means. We are forming our own Social Contract . This governance will arise according to the conditions of our world, not yours. Our world is different.”

Heady stuff, eh? Underlying it was our confidence that technology gave us the upper hand. Take encryption. Prior to the invention of public-key cryptography, powerful encryption was the exclusive preserve of those “weary giants of flesh and steel”, particularly governments. But then Phil Zimmermann created PGP and suddenly we could all protect our communications in a way that made them effectively opaque even to the National Security Agency — which is one of the reasons why the US government originally defined PGP as a munition and therefore something that could not be exported from the United States. But there was a loophole: although electronic versions of the PGP code were proscribed in this way, the printout wasn’t — so that listings of the code were freely available everywhere (even in the University Library in Cambridge, where I first came across it.)

Hooray? Not quite. PGP did indeed work as advertised. It did enable one to make one’s emails and documents unreadable by anyone who did not possess the key. But we overlooked one simple thing — that governments have the power to pass laws which apply to anyone living in their jurisdictions. Thus the UK government in 2000 passed the Regulation of Investigatory Powers Act (RIPA), one of whose clauses gave the Home Secretary (aka the Minister of the Interior) the authority to demand that anyone whose encrypted communications were deemed by him (or his agents) to be interesting (on various grounds including national security, detection of organised crime or even national economic interests) should disclose the encryption key or face the prospect of two years in prison. So although the power of PGP technology to maintain the confidentiality of one’s documents was unchanged in principle, in practice the security that it offered proved illusory. For most people the threat of two years in gaol effectively nullified the power of the technology.

Then there was the false confidence engendered by the famous dictum of John Gilmore that “the Net interprets censorship as damage and routes around it”. Again, true in principle. But it led us to gravely underestimate the power of governments to control their citizens’ access to networked information. Gilmore didn’t foresee, for example, the lengths to which authoritarian regimes in China, Burma, Saudi Arabia, Zimbabwe and elsewhere would go to ensure that unwelcome content would not be viewed within their jurisdictions. Or the success that their censorship policies would enjoy. Likewise for private censoring of the Web even in democratic societies. In the UK, for example, the precedent set by the Demon Internet case meant that if you wished to have an offending website taken down all you needed to do is have a lawyer write a threatening letter to the ISP hosting the site and in most cases the ISP would comply immediately, without even bothering to examine the validity of the lawyer’s claim.

2. Mob psychology: or when is a crowd wise?

The most exciting thing about the Net is that it gives us a way of harnessing the collective IQ of the planet. It enables minds to connect and interact with one another in the most extraordinary ways. All kinds of examples come to mind — from the explosion of creative writing and thinking in the blogosphere, to vast collective endeavours like Wikipedia which wouild have been unthinkable in a pre-Internet world, to the astonishing evidence of widespread visual creativity on Flickr. And in turn this has led to a lot of commentary about the so-called ‘wisdom of crowds’ — the phrase that James Surowiecki used for the title of his best-selling book, and the phenomenon of ‘flash mobs’ — defined by Wikipedia (where else?) as “a large group of people who assemble suddenly in a public place, perform an unusual action for a brief time, then quickly disperse”. What’s significant about much of the writing on this subject is its optimistic, benevolent tone: “From cricket to fuel prices, our collective instinct invariably strikes the right note”, writes the economic commentator, Will Hutton.

But there is a downside to this: not every crowd is wise, and mob psychology seems to have deep roots in human psychology. And the problem is that, in a way, the Internet is agnostic about the uses to which it is put. It can be used to harness the collective IQ of the world for positive ends. But it can also be used to spread falsehoods and panic at the speed of light.

Up to now, the uses to which it has been put have been largely benign, at least when viewed from a liberal mindset. Obama’s election, for example, was due in part at least to his supporters’ skills at using the network to organise and fund the huge collective effort needed to get him elected — and to the Republicans’ relative ineptitude with online tools. The Twitter-powered effort that unravelled the legal cloak behind Trafigura’s toxic waste scandal seemed likewise to be in the public interest. The online storm that beset Jan Moir and the Daily Mail brought cheer to many a liberal heart. But can the same be said for the outpouring of abuse and worse that has unmanned Stephen Fry? If you’re a homophone or an antisemite or a racist, on the other hand, you might say that the guy got what he deserved.

Or, to take another case, the BBC’s Political Editor, Nick Robinson. In addition to his mainstream reporting, he writes a terrific blog which is required reading for anyone who wants to see the fine grain of Westminster politics. But at a recent event hosted by the Reuters Institute for the Study of Journalism, Robinson revealed that he was so dispirited by the abusiveness and inanity of those who post comments on his blog that he has given up reading them. The same experience is reported by some journalists who publish on the Guardian‘s Comment is Free site.

The legal scholar Cass Sunstein has an interesting take on this. In his book Republic.com, he drew attention to a paradox — that the Internet, which in principle widens the range of opinions and experiences accessible to any networked individual, also offers unprecedented opportunities for filtering out uncomfortable or unacceptable views. Taken to its extreme, this leads to a dystopian vision of a society made up of large numbers of hermetically-sealed ‘echo chambers’ in which people interact only with those they feel comfortable with, and hear only what they want to hear. Among the downsides of this, Sunstein notes “the pervasive risk that discussion among like-minded people will breed excessive confidence, extremism, contempt for others, and sometimes even violence” and “the potentially dangerous role of social cascades, including ‘cybercascades’, in which information, whether true or false, spreads like wildfire”. We’ve already seen examples of the former in the online forums of right-wing Republicans in the US. And we will undoubtedly see a lot more of the latter in years to come.

3. The pollution of the commons

It’s been fascinating to watch the growth of Twitter. In the early days, it was pure delight: a playground for geeks and early-adopters. In many ways, it still is — at least for me: it gives me a way of plugging into the thoughtstreams of people who interest me and whose ideas are worth knowing about. But once the mainstream media discovered it, the the usual things happened: companies and their PR agencies wondering how they can exploit it to ‘build’ their brands; self-publicists seeking ways of increasing their exposure; and of course spammers and malware artists seeking ways to phish and extort.

But then this is also an old story. We saw it, for example, in News Groups — the original open discussion spaces of the early Internet. Once they were places where like-minded people engaged in discussion that was usually vigorous — sometimes very vigorous — but where, by and large, the rules of civilised discourse were observed. Then the space was invaded by the redneck hordes unleased onto the Net by AOL, and then by pornographers and spammers — and suddenly it was a place where one no longer wished to be.

Blogging emerged partly as a response to the pollution of the Newsgroup space. In a blog one can have one’s say and not feel compromised or intimidated by hostility. You own your own words, as Dave Winer used to say. But then the laudable desire to use the blogosphere as a discussion space took hold, and people began to allow commenting on their blogs — and in no time at all found themselves up to their eyes in the old cesspit of vicious, anonymous, attack-dog commenting with the result that any serious blogger was faced with two options: either spend a lot of time moderating comments to weed out the crap; or devise methods of social control — like requiring that all commenters provide a valid email address and maybe other forms of identification. And then, on top of all that, came the comment spam — deluges of it.

So there is a natural history of online communications, and Twitter is now entering the middle stages of it. Of course it may be that it escapes the normal degenerative path of such virtual spaces, but if it does then it will be a first.

4. A Fifth Estate?

In his Inaugural Lecture, Bill Dutton, Director of the Oxford Internet Institute, argued that the Internet is becoming — if it has not already become — the ‘Fifth Estate’ of the realm. In his blog post, Stephen Fry has had the same thought:

“In the good old days there were Three Estates that held dominion over us. The Lords Spiritual, the Lords Temporal and the Commons. As the Press rose and cast off the shackles of censorship it became routinely referred to, after a remark made by Edmund Burke in the late eighteenth century, as the Fourth Estate.”

In the same week the Fourth Estate has been rescued by Twitter and shamed by Twitter he asks: “Has the twinternet now become the Fifth Estate? And if so is it safe in the hands of people like you and me? Especially me?”

“And what am I after all? What right have I to wield this kind of influence? A question people have been asking about journalists for years, but which they have every right to ask about me too. I don’t know what business I have wielding influence either. This whole thing has just grown up around me and now I cannot help wondering if … I have found myself in a new Fifth Estate political assembly, willy-nilly hailed as some sort of tribune by friendly people on one side and being yelled at by unfriendly people on the other. I am not cut out for the hurly-burly of adversarial politics. I am not qualified to represent anyone nor, I cannot repeat often enough, do I wish to. So I should shut up. That seems to be the only sensible thing to do. I should shut the fuck up.”

As it happens, I don’t think he should shut up. He’s a civilised, erudite and welcome citizen of Cyberspace, and I hope he opts to continue here.

LATER: Nick Cohen wrote an interesting column about the dangers of ‘hobmobs’.

Overturning Apple’s cart

This morning’s Observer column.

IF YOU want to understand what’s going on in the mobile phone business just now, think of it as a hen coop into which two foxes have recently arrived.

The first intruder is Apple, which was once a computer company and then had the temerity to break into the mobile phone business, where it has been wreaking havoc ever since. The second predator is Google, which began life as a search engine hell-bent on world domination, and sees mobile phones as a logical stepping-stone on the way. It has only recently found its way into the coop, but last week demonstrated its formidable potential for creative destruction…