Beautiful Circuits: Modernism and the Mediated Life
By Mark Goble
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Mark Goble revisits the aesthetics of modernism in the early twentieth century, when new modes of communication made the experience of technology an occasion for profound experimentation and reflection. Goble shows how the assimilation of such "old" media technologies as the telegraph, telephone, and phonograph inspired fantasies of connection that informed a commitment to the materiality of artistic mediums. Describing how relationships made possible by technology became more powerfully experienced with technology, Goble explores a modernist fetish for media that shows no signs of abating. The "mediated life" puts technology into communication with a series of shifts in how Americans conceived the mechanics and meanings of their connections to one another, to the world, and to their own modernity. Considering texts by Henry James, Gertrude Stein, James Weldon Johnson, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ralph Ellison, Richard Wright, James Agee, and William Carlos Williams, alongside film, painting, music, and popular culture, Beautiful Circuits explores American modernism as it was shaped by a response to high technology and an attempt to change how literature itself could communicate.
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Beautiful Circuits - Mark Goble
BEAUTIFUL CIRCUITS
BEAUTIFUL CIRCUITS
Modernism and the Mediated Life
MARK GOBLE
COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY PRESS NEW YORK
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Goble, Mark.
Beautiful circuits : modernism and the mediated life/Mark Goble.
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Includes bibliographical references and index.
ISBN 978-0-231-14670-8 (cloth : alk. paper)—ISBN 978-0-231-51840-6 (e-book)
1. Mass media and literature—United States. 2. American literature—20th century—History and criticism. 3. Mass media and culture—United States. 4. Interpersonal communication—Technological innovations—Social aspects—United States. 5. Social interaction—Technological innovations—United States. I. Title.
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For Elisa Tamarkin
Contents
List of Illustrations
Acknowledgments
INTRODUCTION: COMMUNICATIONS NOW ARE LOVE
Part One: Communications
1. PLEASURE AT A DISTANCE IN HENRY JAMES AND OTHERS
The Idea of Connectibility
The Novel of Circumlocution
Falling in Love with Media
When a C
Loves an N
Mrs. Newsome’s Cables
The Intensity of Intimation
Master, Dictator, Messenger Boy
2. LOVE AND NOISE
When Gertrude Stein Checks in to Grand Hotel
The World of Cameo Appearances
Celebrity from the Inside Out
Ecstasies of Communication
The Static of Sex
Gertrude Stein Superstar
Part Two: Records
3. SOUNDTRACKS: MODERNISM, FIDELITY, RACE
Say It with Music
The Racial Apparatus
The Humanola
The Autobiography of an Ex-Phonograph
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Wired for Sound
Race Records
4. THE NEW PERMANENT RECORD
On Creating a Disposable Past
Archival Aesthetics
History and Hygiene
The most inevitably inaccurate of all mediums of record and communication
After the Colon
Rendered Material: The Index of American Design
Technical Difficulties
EPILOGUE: LOOKING BACK AT MEDIUMS
Notes
Index
Illustrations
1.1 Frontispiece, A Centennial-Telegraphic Romance,
1877
1.2 Last page of Wired Love: A Romance of Dots and Dashes, 1880
1.3 Cover of National Dictograph Company Brochure, circa 1900
1.4 Sequence of internal images from National Dictograph Company Brochure
1.5 Cover of National Dictograph Company Brochure (open)
2.1 Advertisement for Grand Hotel, 1932
2.2 First page of the manuscript of this book,
from the first ed. of The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas, 1933
2.3 Man Ray, Photo of Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas
2.4 Alvin Langdon Coburn photograph of Gertrude Stein, circa 1914
2.5 Overhead shot of the lobby in Grand Hotel, 1932
2.6 Desk of Larry Day in Reaching for the Moon, 1931
2.7 Norman Rockwell, The Gossips, 1948
2.8 Greta Garbo on the telephone; production still from Grand Hotel, 1932
2.9 Francis Barraud, His Master’s Voice, 1899
2.10 Cecil Beaton, Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas,
1936
2.11 U.S. Army press photograph from the filming of A GI Sees Paris, 1945
3.1 Advertisement for the Edison phonograph, circa 1910
3.2 George Gershwin as a child from Sigmund Spaeth’s At Home with Music, 1946
3.3 Advertisement for Metzler’s ‘Humanola,’ circa 1900
3.4 Advertisement for the Needham Paragon, circa 1910
3.5 Advertisement for the Victor Talking Machine Co., circa 1912
3.6 Cover illustration for The Castle Innovation Tango,
1914
3.7 Jan Matulka, Arrangement with Phonograph, 1930
3.8 Cover illustration for The Wedding of the Painted Doll,
1929
4.1 Anonymous photograph, United States National Archives, 1936
4.2 The Twentieth-Century Limited
; advertisement for New York Central System Railroad, circa 1937
4.3 Daguerreotype from The Photographic History of the Civil War, 1911
4.4 Timothy O’Sullivan, A Harvest of Death,
1863
4.5 Rube Goldberg, Picture-Snapping Machine,
circa 1932
4.6 Margaret Bourke-White, photograph from You Have Seen Their Faces, 1937
4.7 Walker Evans, photograph from Let Us Now Praise Famous Men, 1941
4.8 Index artist making a drawing,
Index of American Design, 1939
4.9 Pottery from the Index of American Design as reproduced in The Treasury of American Design, 1950
4.10 Chairs from the Index of American Design as reproduced in The Treasury of American Design, 1950
4.11 Image of artists at work from the Index of American Design promotional series, From Garret to Gallery,
New York, 1939
4.12 The First Talking Doll
; photograph of an Index of American Design exhibition in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
4.13 Charles Sheeler, Kitchen, Williamsburg, 1937
4.14 Charles Sheeler, Photograph taken at Colonial Williamsburg, circa 1936
4.15 An Early American Mechanical Toy
; image from the Index of American Design promotional series, From Garret to Gallery
New York City, 1939
E.1 Walker Evans, An accretion of atmosphere in Boston: the law firm of Tyler & Reynolds
; from the Fortune portfolio, Vintage Office Furniture,
1953
E.2 Walker Evans Photographing Trash Can,
circa 1950
E.3 Ed Ruscha, from Records, 1971
E.4 Ed Ruscha, Three Hanging Books, 1972
E.5 Chris Jordan, Circuit Boards #2, New Orleans, 2005
Acknowledgments
It is a hard thing to know that this book’s first expression of gratitude is for someone who cannot read it: like so many others, I owe much to the intelligence and enthusiasm of Jay Fliegelman, who possessed the genius for taking so much pleasure in his students’ work that it was simply impossible for them not to keep on doing it. His gifts were abundant, and they were taken from us too soon. There was not a book or object he could not bring to scintillating, complicated life, and though the chapters that follow have little to say on any of the subjects his own scholarship transformed, I know for certain that they would not have been written without him. The guidance and teaching that filled my years as a graduate student at Stanford continue to surprise and educate me. David Halliburton saw this project in its earliest incarnations and enlarged its prospects with his deep originality and commitment to eccentricity. Albert Gelpi made sure that no matter how far I wandered, I always came back to my texts and the traditions that informed them. Marjorie Perloff’s energy and exacting sensibility convinced me that the reading we do as critics often does more justice when, as Frank O’Hara might say, you just go on your nerve.
Scott Bukatman arrived in the nick of time and made it possible for me to break some rules that I otherwise would have followed to no good end.
I was very fortunate to spend six years in the English Department at the University of California, Irvine, where my colleagues made this a better book by way of their kindness, friendship, and advice. Jerome Christensen was gracious as a chair and exemplary as an intellectual; Rodrigo Lazo, Jayne Lewis, James McMichael, Steven Mailloux, James Steintrager, Brook Thomas, Irene Tucker, and the late Richard Kroll were smart and spirited in their support. Michael Szalay made me own up to being a modernist after all, and Robert Folkenflik put the right book in my hands when I needed it most. Other friends and fellow Americanists made Los Angeles a secretly terrific place to be an academic, and I am truly lucky to be so indebted to such a group: Joe Dimuo, Paul Gilmore, Greg Jackson, Cathy Jurca, Chris Looby, Sianne Ngai, Sharon Oster, and especially Mark McGurl. Members of the Americanist Research Colloquium at UCLA generously read portions of this book and offered valuable suggestions, and members of the Southern California Americanist Group helped to clarify its purpose and prose with their impeccable camaraderie over the years. I am also grateful for lively responses from participants at meetings of the Digital Cultures Project and the Transliteracies Project, both housed at the University of California, Santa Barbara.
Early encouragement from Mary Kinzie, Carl Smith, Wendy Wall, and the late Robert Wiebe helped put everything in motion, along with the support of Helen Deutsch, whose later friendship became another reason to love LA. Moving north, I was welcomed to the University of California, Berkeley, by Stephen Best, Mitchell Breitwieser, Ian Duncan, Dorothy Hale, Colleen Lye, Kent Puckett, Samuel Otter, and Scott Saul, new colleagues whose immediate generosity and goodwill has been more appreciated than they probably realize. I would also like to thank a far-flung network of friends and colleagues who have been the best of interlocutors with their comments, criticisms, and general resourcefulness: Rachel Adams, Sara Blair, Marshall Brown, Stuart Burrows, Jay Clayton, Kevin Dettmar, Betsy Erkkila, Vivian Folkenflik, Jonathan Freedman, Eric Hayot, Alan Liu, Mark Maslan, Alexander Nemerov, Diana Paulin, Chris Spilker, Pamela Thurschwell, Cecelia Ticchi, William Warner, Kenneth Warren, Mark Wolleager, and especially Sandy Zipp, who is always fated to come at the end of a list like this even when he merits higher billing. Peter Coviello has been a true friend for more than twenty years, and I have come to count, in equal measure, on his exuberant intellect and the intelligence of his exuberance.
Funding from UC Irvine’s Humanities Center and UC Berkeley’s Committee on Research made it possible for this work to take its final shape. I am grateful to librarians and archivists at the University of California, Santa Barbara, the Huntington Library in Pasadena, and the Gallery Archives of the National Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C., for their assistance with resources and illustrations. The estates of Cecil Beaton, Walker Evans, Rube Goldberg, Man Ray, and Norman Rockwell were kind enough to grant me permission to publish images in this book. My special thanks to Chris Jordan and Ed Ruscha for their help in acquiring reproductions of their works, and for letting me include them here. Portions of chapter 1 and chapter 2 first appeared, respectively, in ELH 74, no. 2 (Summer 2007) and Modern Language Quarterly 62, no. 2 (June 2001), and I would like to thank Marshall Brown and the anonymous readers and editorial staffs at both journals.
I am altogether indebted to Philip Leventhal at Columbia University Press, who has been a remarkably insightful and patient editor, and who, along with Anne McCoy, Avni Majithia, Michael Simon, and the indispensable copy editor Jan McInroy, improved this book in countless ways. The anonymous readers at the press provided invaluable engagements with every aspect of the text and helped me sharpen both its argument and style; having the chance to revisit the book in light of their responses was one of the privileges of this process.
I come from a small family, so the encompassing love of my parents, Ben and Cary Goble, has been the largest of gifts. I am thankful for everything that Civia Tamarkin, Michael Cohen, Ira Levin, and Michelle Levin have done for me since I have been a part of their families, and I am honored to remember Bob Tamarkin for everything he did in the years I was fortunate enough to know him. All the rest—this book and whatever else I’ve managed to do right—is thanks to Elisa Tamarkin. The integrity of her love and brilliance has given me so much more than I ever thought it possible to receive. Without her, I could connect nothing with nothing.
INTRODUCTION
Communications Now Are Love
Only communications can communicate.
NIKLAS LUHMANN
Only an art can define its media.
STANLEY CAVELL
Apparently literature had seen its better days by 1964, so Karl Shapiro asks that we observe the Funeral of Poetry.
We are welcome to send condolences at our convenience; attendance at the memorial is optional:
A man appears at the corner of the street; I prepare myself for hospitality. Man or angel, welcome! But I am afraid and double-lock the door. On the occasion of the death of a political party, I send an epitaph by Western Union. I didn’t go to the funeral of poetry. I stayed home and watched it on television. Moon in the bottom of the Steuben glass, sun nesting in New Mexican deserts—the primitive Christian communicated with a dirty big toe. He drew a fish in the dust.¹
The last lines give religious coloring to Shapiro’s mordant resignation in the face of new technologies that have rendered his vocation ready for this scene of loss; instead of offering hospitality
to the man or angel,
Shapiro closes himself off and retreats inside his house. Poems of a Jew,
to recall the title of his 1958 collection, cannot hope to beat the power of the Word made flesh, which here seems just as immanent in the latest form of high technology (television) as it already was in the primitive
toe-drawn fish that signals the profound devotion to visual representation and iconography that distinguishes Christianity.
The Incarnation,
writes media historian and Jesuit Walter Ong in 1967, is an event not only in the objective world but also in the history of communication.
² For Ong, the highly visualist sensorium of technological cultures
is a residue of Christian revelation
and its prolific iconographies. His argument is resonant with one made by Marshall McLuhan, who suggests that early Christian woodcuts, with their low degree of data about objects,
demand a high degree of viewer participation
simply to make sense of them; thus, in the woodcuts’ low-resolution imagery, we see the advent, so to speak, of television.³ The resonance with McLuhan is no coincidence: Ong’s master’s thesis on Victorian poetry was directed by McLuhan, who was himself a Catholic convert long before becoming one of the twentieth century’s most entertaining intellectuals—famous in the 1960s and 1970s for popularizing media studies in lecture halls, on campuses, and on Laugh-In (What are you doin’, Marshall McLuhan?
asks Goldie Hawn in a bikini).⁴ In letters from the 1930s describing his conversion, McLuhan was already celebrating communion
not only as a spiritual act
but as a media event that must be seen and heard; he developed his theory about how media alter sensory perceptions as a correlative to the model of consciousness he found in Thomas Aquinas.⁵ In a letter to Ong in 1953, McLuhan told his former student that we need somebody to do a Thomist Theory of Communication,
and by 1961 he let Ong know that he himself was rising to the occasion.⁶ His growing interest in "the hypnotic aspect of all media" had inspired his return to Aquinas’s model of the sensus communis, because, he tells Ong, the late-twentieth-century phenomenon of participation mystique
is essentially its second coming. But McLuhan’s best sellers of the 1960s call scant attention to these religious influences, and the pop graphics, models in miniskirts, and ad-speak of a book like The Medium Is the Massage (1967) do much to mask whatever pieties informed his life’s devotion to communication. Still, his dream of media remains all-powerful, if not divine: All media work us over completely. They are so pervasive in their personal, political, aesthetic, psychological, moral, ethical, and social consequences that they leave no part of us untouched, unaffected, unaltered.
⁷
In 1948 McLuhan met another student (and another Catholic convert) who cared deeply for poetry, Hugh Kenner, whom he later introduced to Ezra Pound. Thus began one of the careers that made modernism as we know it from the latter half of the twentieth century. Kenner acknowledged the gesture by dedicating his first book on modernism, The Poetry of Ezra Pound (1951), to McLuhan with a line from Pound’s Canto 3: A catalogue, his jewels of conversation.
Appearing in the wake of Pound’s Bollingen Prize in 1949, Kenner’s work confirmed the significance of modernism in even its most historically contentious modes, and by the time of The Pound Era (1971), the critical idiom that was the product of his preferences had flourished, if not more accurately winged and propagated,
as Kenner himself described the radiance of his modernist exemplar’s light—but not without debt to McLuhan.⁸ Kenner thanks his former mentor at the beginning of the book for getting me in touch with Ezra Pound in the first place,
but The Pound Era is a far more complicated tribute to McLuhan and his conceptualizing, epoch-defining zeal. For Kenner, Pound’s writings, like McLuhan’s media, work over us completely
and leave no aspect of the world unaltered
; Pound’s poetry is a patterned integrity accessible to the mind,
and while it all too often, even for Kenner, tends to verbalize on matters better left alone, we admire its mysterium in fragments
and know that there is magical power in the tatter of a poem.
⁹
McLuhan’s influence on Kenner marks only one of many genealogies to which we owe the modernism passed down to us from the first generation of critics who canonized its major figures and traditions. But there is no mistaking that their relationship connects modernism’s culture and aesthetics to a faith in communication, which is not something we always think it wanted. We expect to see modernism figured as antagonistic to the straightforward delivery of messages or in light of such familiar complaints as Kenner’s that the cowat-a-billboard gaze attuned to neon signs and headlines
represents a blindness to "the singular purity of motive that underlies the comprehension of any poetry."¹⁰ I am not interested in proving (again) that modernism positively thrived alongside mass communications, nor that it achieved many of its innovations by appropriating and importing new technologies while transmuting their appeal to something finer and more rare. This book is about how modernism itself desired communication and the many forms it took, not just as a response to the power of media technologies in the twentieth century but as a way of insisting that this power was already modernism’s own. The experience of communication, as John Durham Peters writes, often looks less like a rational exchange of information and more like belonging to a social body via an expressive act that requires no response or recognition.
¹¹ Peters does not describe the only style in which modernism might be considered to communicate; but this is the kind of communication that Shapiro, for one, indulges despite himself by passively receiving word of poetry’s demise in isolation. He stays home to watch the funeral on television, which is precisely how its effects are felt most deeply.
Shapiro was no great fan of modernism, but his real animus in The Funeral of Poetry
is directed at a cause of death that implicates McLuhan, and the impulse to communicate more generally. Thus Shapiro starts: The password of the twentieth century: Communications (as if we had to invent them)
(15). It is not hard to imagine such a pronouncement coming unironically from McLuhan, the Dr. Spock of pop culture
or the guru of the boob tube
—two nicknames gleefully reproduced by Playboy when it interviewed him—much less the profane promoter of high technology claimed by Wired magazine as a patron saint.
¹² McLuhan’s Understanding Media, which first appeared in 1964, offered little consolation for those who panic about the threat of the new media and about the revolution we are forging, vaster in scope than that of Gutenberg.
¹³
Of course, Shapiro’s mocking in 1964 also strikes a chord because it reminds us that the previous decades marked, according to Peters, the single grandest moment in the century’s confrontation with communication.
¹⁴ The study of both modernism and communications, we might say, emerged almost simultaneously as twentieth-century preoccupations and flourished as conglomerating triumphs of the postwar university in the United States. In this respect, I. A. Richards’s offering of A Theory of Communication
in his Principles of Criticism (1926) not only represents a crucial early moment in this shared history but also turns on a fine point of terminology whose many implications shape this book: Although it is as a communicator that it is most profitable to consider the artist, it is by no means true that he commonly looks upon himself in this light.
¹⁵ New Criticism helped to enshrine what Richards describes as the paradoxical relationship between the desire actually to communicate,
which authors often do not have, and the desire to produce something with communicative efficacy,
which they do (28). T. S. Eliot captures this double logic best in Tradition and the Individual Talent,
where he criticizes any poetry that is an expression of personality
and instead imagines the writer as an obscure, conductive medium who vanishes in a show of highly channeled sensibility, emotion, and technique. It is in this depersonalization,
writes Eliot, that art may be said to approach the condition of science. I therefore invite you to consider, as a suggestive analogy, the action which takes place when a bit of finely filiated platinum is introduced into a chamber containing oxygen and sulphur dioxide.
¹⁶ In the resulting flash, the modern artist who might otherwise desire communication is consumed so that his work of art, if the reader is similarly reactive, might communicate more powerfully. The protocols of impersonality are just one of many innovations that help to teach us, as Mark Wollaeger has brilliantly shown, that in some fundamental sense much of modernism can be read as an attempt to clear a space … for more authentic modes of communication.
¹⁷
But communication did not attain its status as a twentieth-century password
until cybernetics and information theory began to circulate widely in both academic circles and the public sphere. Again, Richards is prescient: Communication,
he writes in 1926, takes place when one mind so acts upon its environment that another mind is influenced, and in that other mind an experience occurs which is like the experience in this first mind, and is caused in part by that experience
(177). This finely calibrated account of feedback loops, redundancy, and materiality—a mind needs an environment
to influence other minds—signals almost all the crucial emphases of postwar cybernetics avant la lettre. Norbert Wiener’s Cybernetics: or Control and Communication in the Animal and the Machine (1948), which is widely hailed for coining the term in its modern usage, draws on Richards for its most fundamental lesson that any organism is held together … by the possession of means for the acquisition, use, retention, and transmission of information.
¹⁸ Warren Weaver, writing in The Mathematical Theory of Communication, defines communication in a similarly expansive mode, including all of the procedures by which one mind may affect another,
and so encompassing not only written and oral speech, but also music, the pictorial arts, the theatre, the ballet, and in fact all human behavior.
¹⁹ When phrased with such leveling banality, the point of Shapiro’s joke at the expense of communications
seems rather apt (as if we had to invent them
), which is not to discount the staggering influence of midcentury cybernetics that remains an essential context for understanding contemporary post-humanism in philosophy, biology, computer science, and literary theory.²⁰ In Communication: The Social Matrix of Psychiatry (1951), Jurgen Ruesch and Gregory Bateson argue that modern means of communication inevitably will accelerate the dissemination of information to such an extent that in the not too distant future we can expect that no individual or group will be able to escape such influences for long.
²¹ Someday, we will all be always in communication.
For Shapiro, this future is already here, and The Funeral of Poetry
marks one small aspect of the changes that have come:
The password of the twentieth century: Communications (as if we had to invent them). Animals and cannibals have communications; birds and bees and even a few human creatures, called artists (generally held to be insane). But the bulk of humanity had to invent Communications. The Romans had the best roads in the world, but had nothing to communicate over them except other Romans. Americans have conquered world-time and world-space and chat with the four corners of the earth at breakfast and have nothing to communicate except other Americans. The Russians communicate other Russians to the moon. The entire solar system is in the hands of cartoonists. (15)
Even as he captures the exuberance of postwar cybernetic discourse (Animals and cannibals have communications
), Shapiro invokes the long history of communications as a term used to describe the physical movement of things and people. Over the course of the nineteenth century, we learn from James W. Carey, this more material and transitive sense of communication faded from common use as first the telegraph and then the telephone provided spectacular new experiences of the comparatively ephemeral and instantaneous transmission of information across great distances.²² In this respect, it seems only appropriate that Shapiro here displays an attitude toward technology that echoes Thoreau’s famous skepticism in Walden about the telegraph (We are in great haste to construct a magnetic telegraph from Maine to Texas; but Maine and Texas, it may be, have nothing important to communicate
).²³ But Thoreau’s antipathy looks timid next to Shapiro’s unrelenting anger about communications, which finally produces a weird vision of the Holocaust and nuclear annihilation by way of a young girl’s entirely absorbing fascination with technology:
I am sitting in the kitchen in Nebraska and watching a shrouded woman amble down the market in Karachi. She is going to get her morning smallpox shot. It’s cold and mental love they want. It’s the mystic sexuality of Communications. The girl hugs the hi-fi speaker to her belly: It pours in her openings like gravy. Money was love. Power was love. Communications now are love. In the spring Hitler arises. This is the time of trampling. My japanned birds in the radioactive snow are calling. (15–16)
I have no ready answer for the connection that Shapiro insinuates between a girl with a new hi-fi and Hitler’s springtime, nor do I think that anything he imagines for us in The Funeral of Poetry
should have him feeling so alarmed. A mysterious they
wants cold and mental love
instead of some more familiar affection; Americans have conquered world-time
and degraded global culture with a rapaciousness that seems Roman in its imperializing scope; there is smallpox in Karachi, and Karl Shapiro, at home in Nebraska, is made to know it. That cartoonists
have seized the solar system
does not make their work the moral equivalent of Triumph of the Will. In all this worrying about mass culture and its mediums, Shapiro flaunts a patently modernist disregard for modernity itself, and especially for the degraded forms of amusement and entertainment that come to take the place, according to an old complaint, of art and literature as such. Clement Greenberg, writing in Avant-garde and Kitsch,
complains that the danger of synthetic art
is that it provides vicarious experience for the insensitive with far greater immediacy
than serious aesthetic objects.²⁴ Perhaps Shapiro was more the proper modernist than he let on, for he exhibits his own version of the reaction formation,
as Andreas Huyssen terms it, that orients the modernist aesthetic around a paranoid view of mass culture
and the imperative to abstain from the pleasure of trying to please a larger audience, suppressing everything that might be threatening to the rigorous demands of being modern and at the edge of time.
²⁵ For Huyssen and many other recent critics, Shapiro’s decision to embody everything he dreads about a culture killing poetry in the figure of a girl and her communications
would seem not just conventional but overdetermined. Modernism, when it deigns to communicate at all, should do so with great difficulty and ambivalence; meaning should be hard-earned and always at risk of being lost to the opacity of an arcane reference, a daunting show of style or syntax, or a novel turn of phrase; new locutions and techniques must estrange us from the languages of everyday perception and experience and reveal a defamiliarized aesthetic that is more richly felt for being so overtly challenging.
This book is not an argument with such shopworn understandings of high modernism so much as it is an attempt to take modernist aesthetics seriously for all the ways in which they gratify and indulge their mediums and materialities of communication. The chapters that follow trace a modernism that is often indistinguishable from McLuhanism
in its attraction to an impossible erotics that would treat the telephone as a sex object, or have a young girl rapturously hold stereo to body so that her openings
might be filled with whatever form of information it pours out. It is this mystic sexuality of Communications
that U.S. modernism puts to work in the first decades of the twentieth century and, in so doing, gives us anticipations of a world that offers still more delirious and visceral experiences of technology—experiences of the sort that new media theorists, including Katherine Hayles, Mark Hansen, Lev Manovich, and Brian Massumi, have described as central to the practices of digital art and contemporary computer culture.²⁶ But modernism, as I describe it here, also represents an archive of responses to technology that reflect a set of historical commitments to mediums that are not just remote from how we talk about media now but are provocatively outdated. I am content to let modernism remain on its own side of what McLuhan would call the resonant interval of interface,
a curious term he offers to describe the bonds between phenomena that, no matter how close, are predicated on the recognition of discontinuity.²⁷
Or put differently, much of the newness that is attributed to new media art and culture is understood to render obsolete the sense of modernism and medium specificity (modernism as medium specificity) championed most notably by Clement Greenberg. It quickly emerged,
writes Greenberg in his 1960 essay Modernist Painting,
that the unique and proper area of competence of each art coincided with all that was unique in the nature of its medium.
²⁸ Identifying modernism with a commitment to the physical constraints and artistic conventions of individual mediums—so that to engage with their materiality is not just to discover but to delimit their ideal realms of practice and technique—Greenberg’s arguments remain a point of departure for many writers seeking to understand the forms of multimedia, or new media art that follow modernism proper. Thus when Rosalind Krauss suggests that we are now in a post-medium condition,
she all but admits that what she means to say is post-Greenberg.
²⁹ And for Hansen, even this is not saying enough: Krauss’s reconceptualization of the medium
remains incapable of "grasping the aesthetic newness of new media art because this art is designed to address the body
as a selective processor of information whose
medial interfaces displace and transform the very material limits of the art object with which traditional notions of the medium contend. New media art is defined by
its resistance to capture by now dated, historical forms of art and media criticism.³⁰ The very notion of the
medium" and its aesthetic epistemology is no more bleeding edge than Betamax.
When modernism’s impulses toward an expanded field of sensory effects are referenced in new media studies, they are used to help define the period by its peculiar ethnology of mediums—which cannot survive their contact with, and colonization by, the delirious monoculture of the digital. No one argues this position with more swagger than Friedrich Kittler:
The general digitization of channels and information erases the differences among individual media. Sound and image, voice and text are reduced to surface effects, known to consumers as interface. Sense and the senses turn into eyewash. Their media-produced glamour will survive for an interim as a by-product of strategic programs. Inside the computers themselves everything becomes a number: quantity without image, sound, or voice.³¹
This is what has happened to the surrogate sensualities
that so-called Man,
to invoke Kittler’s telling post-human coinage, once experienced as the specific effects of mediums (14). When Lev Manovich calls the computer our universal media machine
and suggests that all cultural categories and concepts
may be substituted, on the level of meaning and/or language by new ones that derive from the computer’s ontology, epistemology, and pragmatics,
he assumes much the same position toward the aesthetics of old
media as Kittler, though avoiding his cyberpunk machismo.³² For Jay David Bolter and Richard Grusin, no medium today, and certainly no single media event, seems to do its cultural work in isolation from other media, any more than it works in isolation from other social and economic forces,
which suggests that we have never had mediums at all, at least not with the concentrated purity
demanded by Greenberg’s brand of modernism.³³ And so Bolter and Grusin are happy to define a medium as that which remediates
or adapts a prior form of media in order to communicate (98). In more than merely spirit, this central insight strikingly recalls McLuhan, who first observes in Understanding Media that the ‘content’ of any medium is always another medium.
³⁴ However useful modernism’s medium fetish—with all its recursive formalisms and untenable injunctions—may be as a first principle toward a media ecology, I would argue that it is more than just a symptom of the period’s historical imagination that now seems like a mistake. When new media critics dispense with its aesthetics of medium specificity, what remains of modernism is a concern with the thematics of high technology, which cannot move past a formalism designed to rarefy and obscure the social and political significance of technology itself. Modernism, in a perverse play on Greenberg, seems most memorable today when the emphasis on its own medium is transferred to subject matter
and treated as another sign of the difficulties people faced in adjusting to new technologies and a changing ethos.
³⁵
These issues, not surprisingly, look different from the perspective of recent work on technology within a resurgent modernist studies, where modernism’s immersion in a culture of new inventions and experiences of communication argues powerfully for its relevance. That there should be some significant relation between aesthetic modernism and new media,
Michael North observes, seems true almost by definition. Modernism, after all, stakes its initial claim to fame on new modes and new methods, innovations so drastic they seem not just to change the old arts but to invent new and unrecognizable ones.
³⁶ Yet understanding just what modernism can still teach us about the history and culture of media technology has meant, at least in practice, pushing aside the same aesthetics of medium specificity against which so many critics and theorists of new media define their projects. I have little desire to revisit arguments about how artists best acknowledged painting’s flatness, nor much interest in celebrating the twelve-tone scale’s aspirations to pure sound or in demonstrating the extent to which texts began to treat the contours of language as an obsessive preoccupation. But such rigorously formalist assessments of early-twentieth-century art and literature, which nobody has much championed for years, still manage to inform a model of modernism that persists as an object of skepticism and disfavor in modernist studies: an aesthetic of pristine self-regard and hypertrophied opacity that denies the historical conditions and politics of the period and assumes that the work of art should never permit itself merely to communicate with its audience. Writing in 1991’s Radical Artifice—before either modernist or media studies were enjoying their current new
formations—Marjorie Perloff had already signaled that reckoning with avant-garde aesthetics in the age of media
meant dispensing with modernist elitism
and lingering Greenbergian notions of modern art … as the preservation of the purity of media, genre, and convention in the face of capitalist commercialism.
³⁷ Werner Sollors speaks for what has emerged as a new conventional wisdom on modernism that sees it merely as a set of stylistic conventions.
³⁸ Indeed, the most compelling recent investigations of modernism—including work attuned to everything from the economics of literary professionalism to the influence of anthropology, from queer theory to class politics—effectively proceed from what Douglas Mao and Rebecca L. Walkowitz describe as the translation of modernism from an evaluative and stylistic designation to a neutral and temporal one.
³⁹ My chapters do not reflect a nostalgia for the modernism of Greenberg, much less Kenner, but they do proceed from a belief that there is reason to revisit what it meant for so many writers and artists to surrender to their medium at a moment when new practices of communication were making the experience of technology itself an occasion for aesthetic experiment and historical reflection.
Money was love. Power was love. Communications now are love.
The words encode a familiar history of modernity in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, and evoke the economic, artistic, intellectual, and psychological transformations associated with an increasingly pervasive culture of information. While this story is perhaps no longer told with the same breathless enthusiasm that marked so much discourse about the new economy and its media in the 1990s, we are still invited, on a regular basis, to the funeral of poetry.
Or books. Or reading.⁴⁰ At the height of the dot-com cultural bubble, Sven Birkerts worried about the death of literature
and morbidly observed that although significant works still get written, it is harder than ever for them to get published; or, once published, distributed; or once distributed, sold; or once sold, read.
⁴¹ But this is not the worst of it: Birkerts’s core fear is that we are, as a culture, as a species, becoming shallower…. Fingers tap keys, oceans of fact and sensation get downloaded, are dissolved through the nervous system. Bottomless wells of data are accessed and manipulated, everything at circuit speed. Gone the rock in the field, the broken hoe, the grueling distances
(229). This mix of neo-Luddite posturing and existential dread speaks to the overt millennialism of much new media culture; it speaks just as powerfully to the strategic blindness patterning such forms of Western anti-modernism, as I am sure that many of us could find, without much trouble, some rocky fields being worked with broken hoes at no great grueling distance from our home. Birkerts’s figurative excess makes him an easy mark, but it also yields a vivid picture of the mediated life, which this book explores as a historical phenomenon, as central to the early twentieth century as to a later culture of new media. I am interested not only in the possibilities of a prior version of a vast lateral connectedness
that threatens to supplant relations based on depth and mutual transparency but also in the way that modernist expression wants to wire bodies into circuits with all manner of machines. I pay close attention to scenes of communication where intimacy appears indistinguishable from the exchange of information, where simple conversation seems to require a daunting degree of technical proficiency, and where a network of transmitted feelings provides a model for almost any category of social definition or any representation of sexuality, class, or race. This is a book about relationships made possible by technology that are experienced as equally satisfying, if not more intense and affecting, as relationships with technology. In modernism, these relationships depend on the materiality of mediums; in new media culture, bodies and information want to meet on their own terms, and too much attention to the platform only gets in the way.
Put differently, when I read of oceans of fact and sensation [getting] downloaded,
I do not hear language that suggests a shallower, less desirable alternative to some more immediate or visceral experience; instead I hear echoes of a modernist attraction to the aesthetics of communication that contemporary media culture helps us to describe and reappraise. I am drawn to works that are themselves attracted to the "pure eroticism of technique that Alan Liu has comprehensively examined—versions of the
technical feeling or feeling for the technical that he identifies as
twentieth-century cool."⁴² But I am just as interested in the significance of such technological desires for our sense of a historical period that remains distinctly different from our own. Thus while it is possible, for example, to understand Shapiro’s rapturous image of communications oozing into bodies as mere precursor to the sorts of circuitry of flesh and media that defines the sensibility of cyberpunk—think of William Gibson’s Case in Neuromancer jacking
into his Ono-Sendai deck—these later fantasies of technology cannot explain why Gertrude Stein treats her telephone like a sex object in the 1930s or why telegrams are at least a kind of love for Henry James.
The pleasures of communication that Stein and James pursue are no less at stake for many other figures that I treat below. Thomas Foster has written that one of cyberpunk’s most crucial contributions to the varieties of post-humanism, broadly construed, that shape the cultural matrix of new media studies is a generalization of fetishism to include sexual investments in technology.
⁴³ From the chocolate-grinder bride
stripped bare by her bachelors
in Duchamp’s Large Glass
to the robot Maria
in Fritz Lang’s Metropolis, we find anticipations of Foster’s technofetishistic
turn across a range of modernisms, both avant-garde and popular. That said, the particular pleasures of technology that I am after in U.S. culture of the early twentieth century do not necessarily figure as precursors to the world of teledildonics
and other extreme examples of computer-aided sexualities that first emerged in such forums as Future Sex magazine and that still garner the occasional mention in Wired or on blogs like Gizmodo and Boing Boing.⁴⁴ Long before USB-enabled Virtual-Holes
or Bluetooth Hug Shirts,
the text itself, as Roland Barthes reminds us, was both a medium and technology that operated at the heart of an elaborate network of sexual fantasy and implication. The text itself is a fetish object,
writes Barthes, "and this fetish desires me.⁴⁵ Indeed, the special erotics of reading modernism—in its allusive difficulty, formal excess, and informatic density—pays tribute to the
whole disposition of invisible screens, selective baffles that Barthes adores, along with the
vocabulary, references, [and] readability that communicate to us the supremely flattering proposition that
the text chooses me." In S/Z, Barthes offers a somewhat more technically precise formulation of these pleasures. For while the subject matter of literature may often fixate on the "idyllic communication
which unites two partners sheltered from any ‘noise’ (in the cybernetic sense of the word), the text itself must function
like a telephone network gone haywire, the lines are simultaneously twisted and routed according to a whole new system of splicings, of which the reader is the ultimate beneficiary.⁴⁶ It is hard to say which seems more dated, Barthes’s antiquated switchboard metaphor or his poststructuralist exuberance for
the flux of reading in its indulgent slowness and self-regard. All the same, I take seriously his insistence that the pleasures of
readerly writing are not simply the product of some ineffable experience of signifiers loosed from history and convention.
This noise is not confused, massive, unnamable, as Barthes insists; it is a
clear noise that is capable of registering an occasionally dramatic amount of meaning and information. And like this book, or so I hope, it is
made up of connections."
I return to U.S. culture in the years from the turn of the twentieth century to World War II as a period when the once new media of the telegraph, telephone, phonograph, and cinema were becoming as pervasive and commonplace as television and computers seem to us today. I am especially interested in what happens when we think about modernism as a moment of ubiquitous communication,
a term adapted from computer science and product design, and evoking the complex ways technologies seem to vanish as they become more incorporated into our lives and as we come to assume their inevitable presence. So Adam Greenfield predicts a future where ubiquitous computing
will materialize a vision of processing power so distributed throughout the environment that computers per se effectively disappear.
⁴⁷ He sees a diverse ecology of devices and platforms, most of which have nothing to do with ‘computers’ as we’ve understood them,
and the resulting technological experience will be a distributed phenomenon where the power and meaning we ascribe to it are more a property of the network than of any single node, and that network is effectively invisible. It permeates places and pursuits that we’ve never thought of in technical terms
(16). I cannot assess the likelihood of such a future—networked microchips in every home appliance, clothes connected to the Internet, buildings tracking metadata placed on sensors in our shoes—but I find it strangely appropriate as a fantasy that can be retrofitted to describe a world entirely immersed in the technicalities of communication. At the risk of what Lisa Gitelman calls the temporal asymmetry
of media archaeologies that simply juxtapose the present and the past—that trade on formally
compelling connections instead of narratively coherent histories—I suggest that the acculturation to the old
technologies of modernism’s epoch depended on protocols of interaction and mutual understanding that turned on something like a sense of distributed
communications, which is to say, a sense that any form of contact, however visceral or close, could be experienced as somehow mediated,
remote, or artificially sustained.⁴⁸
Is the use one medium makes of another the clearest testimony to its nature?
⁴⁹ McLuhan’s question captures with beautiful economy the internally split perspective of this book: I am interested primarily in literary modernism and its particular medium-specific tactics, values, and conventions in a culture of communications; and yet literary modernism’s medium aesthetic is best tracked in works that are themselves acutely fascinated with the diversity of technologies that populate an early-twentieth-century