The speed of change is so fast in the era of the internet that even some of us not yet in our forties occasionally wonder whether ideas from our past are not imagined from some earlier era. One that came back to me recently was the advice that was issued several times while I was growing up: ‘If you write an angry letter, wait until the morning to post it.’ It feels like something from the age of Jane Austen, but it was practical advice which I can recall acting on.
The point being of course in that in the clear light of day, with a clearer head and better perspective on all things, the letter invariably remained unsent. Indeed it tended to be re-read, ripped up and thrown in the wastepaper bin with an air of embarrassment as well as relief.
Today. of course, there is no time delay on our emotions and no ‘postpone button’ for our rage. Indeed delaying any verdict or pronouncement has turned from a virtue into a vice. On Facebook and Twitter the crown goes to those who respond fastest. And there it meets with another reality – which is that it is the sharpest opinions which have the most chance of breaking through the online haze. Fast and harsh is the recipe for success, which is why even writers and politicians who are not especially popular or prominent as people are legends on social media. There is room for thoughtfulness, but it needs to be carved out, ring-fenced as though by a conscious act of will, as with a species at risk of extinction.
The effect this is having in our lives as well and in our politics is starting to be understood (and to my mind no better way to comprehend this phenomenon of our time exists than Nicholas Carr’s 2010 book The Shallows: How the internet is changing the way we read, think and remember). But the problem of living through a revolution in the way we think and communicate is that even if you acknowledge that we are living through such a revolution this is only the start of the process of trying to safely think your way through it. Who knows what the post-revolution rules should be? After all, it was not as though we human beings were enormously good at self-knowledge before the rise of the internet. How much worse are we likely to become, surrounded as we now can be at the click of a button by a cocoon of necessary friends and foes? How much more does it encourage us to feel all those things we already most liked to feel: heroic, victimised, beleaguered, vindicated.
The historian Sir Max Hastings – who does not appear to be a man of the internet – recently gave a fine demonstration of this. In a recent Diary piece he recounted a recent dinner thrown by him and his wife at a London club. The guest-list, he declared, was easy to come up with:
“It was merely a matter of ensuring that we included nobody who might profess enthusiasm for Trump [or] Brexit.”
What was striking was that only a couple of sentences later he continued…
“Many of us feel victims of political differences so profound that they sustain an inescapable social divide.”
This is, in its way, a classic of the genre, moving as it does from victimiser to victim in moments. One minute Sir Max is wielding the pen for his gleaning invitation list with a divisiveness of which he is happy to boast. The next he is the sufferer of just such practises by others. Perhaps social division is always what other people do. The pursuit of truth is what one does oneself.
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