The Writing Body:
Of hot metal, cold type and cell phones
by Cliff Bostock
(Originally published in the "Paradigms" column of Creative
Among the writers I knew in the '80s, I was the last
to buy a computer. Even when I was editing the city magazine in Houston,
I spurned "word processing" as a threat to the process of writing.
Although I eventually became a zealous convert to computer technology, my
objection did have its roots in the accurate observation that technology
powerfully influences the actual structure of thought. Before switching
to computers, I wrote on a portable electric typewriter.
Although I had been taught it was okay to literally cut and paste edited
text, I would never do that with my own work. I had instead developed the
time-consuming habit of re-typing a story from the beginning every time
I reached a sticking place and wanted to edit what I was writing. This had
the effect of continually refining my story and forcing me to pay very close
attention to the linear development of the narrative. "You give great
transitions," an editor at <I>Texas Monthly<P> once told
When I switched to computers and had the capacity to easily enter
a story in progress at any point in the narrative, quickly moving around
the elements through an eletronic cut-and-paste function, I was completely
disoriented for a few weeks. My whole approach to text became less linear,
although I confess I wrote in DOS-driven programs for years, only switching
to Windows and the use of an even less linear mouse when it became impossible
to avoid them.
I as well remember when, earlier, I was editing the <I>Atlanta Gazette<P>
and our film critic, Barbara Gervais Street, used to write all of her reviews
by hand. Sitting with a yellow legal pad, she would produce one word at
a time, the sentences forming themselves like strings of pearls. She never
needed to re-write anything. Once the review was handwritten, she would
type it up.
My first job in journalism was actually in the last "hot metal"
shop in Georgia. While every other paper in the state had converted to the
new "cold-type" method of electronic typography, the Elberton
Star still cast all its type in hot lead and used a flatbed press that
required the pressman to feed it one sheet of paper at a time. Wearing a
shop apron and a visor, I literally had to write and then cast all of the
paper's headlines in metal myself. I also made the photo engravings from
pictures I took with a Jimmy Olsen-style Speed Graphic camera.
All of the changes in the technology of writing and publishing increase
efficiency. They affect the actual structure of thought and narrative by,
for example, shifting emphasis from the story to the information. Every
reporter becomes a Joe Friday, more interested in the facts than the way
they came to sort themselves into a human drama. That's part of the irony.
Computer technology has increased efficiency, meaning ideally that complex
stories could be more easily presented. But the opposite has happened. Stories
have gotten shorter and complex ones are avoided altogether.
Discourse has become glib. That's because, as Marshall McLuhan speculated
years ago, the medium itself becomes more of a message than the particular
content it has to communicate. So, our brains come to value efficient processing
more than complexity of story or depth of discourse.
Something else is lost, of course: The body's engagement. Believe me, the
lived experience of casting (and smelling!) your own headlines, of writing
by hand, of submitting stories in person, of directly embodying text, is
very different from writing on a computer and commending your words to the
editor and public with the keystrokes necessary to send an e-mail.
This may be quite necessary but I can't help but regard it as a cause of
some grief. Feelings begin in the body and I think the callousness, superficiality
and cruelty of printed discourse may partly result from this rupture between
the production of text and the body's experience. Indeed, where the rupture
isn't an explicit absence, it seems to be signified by its compensatory
opposite: gross sentimentality. Print is becoming television, in other words.
This rupture between what's actually present and the body isn't just the
condition of journalists but of everyone now. I see an example of it at
my health club nearly every day. I can't do an hour with weights or on the
Stair Master without hearing the continual beeping of cellular phones. It
is shocking to me to see people <I>working out<P> while talking
on the phone. Can they really be aware of their bodies? There aren't the
same consequences to others as the increasingly annoying habit of people
talking on phones while driving. But it does seem like another step in the
increasing disembodiment of consciousness.
Of course, I as often drag books and magazines around the gym with me. Exercise
too becomes more boring with its increased efficiency. And I am also aware
that, living on a dying planet, we may need new forms of embodiment provided
Perhaps we are all rehearsing that eventuality: The dissolution of consciousness
into bytes, the transformation of body into machine.
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