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Responses: Moving to Norrath
by E Hayot | February 18, 2005 | Letters

Well, the offices of the Printculture empire (headquartered in Delaware, to avoid corporate income tax) were abuzz this week with the news that we'd been called “the culture blogzine” in an article at the BBC. The use of the definite article was probably, S L Kim pointed out, the best thing about the BBC piece, which basically made me look like a “gaming freak” (as one friend remarked) and completely misrepresented my major narrative claim. That latter error was eventually corrected, however, thanks to the work of BBC license fee-payer J.T. Green, whose efforts produced the following response from the article's author:

Apologies for the mistake - I read the article correctly but expressed it wrong in the piece.

...which you have to admit is kind of charming. Apologizing for mistakes something they do better across the pond, apparently.

Meanwhile, around the blogosphere, everyone wanted a piece of the culture blogzine: a mention and series of comments over at Terra Nova, a reprinting at Always Black, a long and really interesting piece by Tanner at The Means, a short posting by “guy” (a person named Guy, or just a guy) on his own blog, something else from Mike Houser. The impeccable Charlie Bertsch and his commenters also chimed in. All this on the same day that Google finally started returning the site in search results and frankly, it wasn't clear that we'd be able to hold off on trashing the Printculture offices with a giant drunken party.

Then Laura Berry, prodded toward the BBC piece by the machinations of yours truly, produced this soberingly intelligent response:

It's neat that your piece got picked up. Not altogether surprising, though, given present fascination with the idea of addiction, now unmoored from its once anchor in the biochemical and its roots in a quasi-Romantic but really Victorian (de Quincey) phenomenon to become — addiction, that is — a metaphor. As you pointed out in your essay, a metaphor mostly for impoverishment, or a metaphor that refers to impoverishment. A materialist of a sort, and I think you were going in this direction (“As Castronova points out, the question is at some fundamental level economic: if reality can't compete with Norrath, that may well be reality's fault.”), would interpret that impoverishment in the most literal way — the world is too damn much with us; not allowed to lay waste our powers in a fury of getting and spending we (young males I guess) tune in to a virtual Nature, one where Orcs are killed and ore is mined, somehow Nature nevertheless — the illusion of the genuine always so clear in the artificial. The “world” wants to interpret the impoverishment sort of psychologically I think — “And the impact that is having on their families is quite distressing for some” — in a quack kind of way. I would want to figure out the ways in which the idea of addiction, and its quieter companion term impoverishment, are interesting precisely because they bring together in their description of experience the literal or worldly (economic, medical) and make it more or less inseparable from the abstract. I suspect we like the word addiction because it signals a personal as well as a social failure; it affords space for endless speculation.

A different thought — that “modern addiction” (I just made that up) is essentially a nostalgic idea, very Romantic. We are only addicted, these days, to the things that define our fast-paced technologically-advanced consumer world: the internet, the gym, EverQuest, porn, television, food, shopping. To speak of addiction is to take the Romantic view, lamenting the end of the coach journey.

Laura, as Charlie pointed out while eating a Thanksgiving dinner for lunch the other day, is from the seventies: apparently he meant the 1870s. Here's a taste of De Quincey's Confessions of an English Opium Eater (1821; rev. ed. 1856):
Oh! just, subtle, and mighty opium! that to the hearts of poor and rich alike, for the wounds that will never heal, and for “the pangs that tempt the spirit to rebel,” bringest and assuaging balm; eloquent opium!

What's missing in modern addiction's nostalgia for a Romantic ideal of self-dispersal and loss is, perhaps, opium's “eloquence”: to be addicted to porn, to EverQuest, or to shopping is in each case to be in the grip of an embarrassing, mute desire.

The muteness of that desire matched, to be sure, by the loquaciousness of the ex-addict: in some sense, quitting is one of the most powerful ways through which we moderns authorize ourselves to speak.

Keep those cards and letters coming.

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