There is a value to the much-criticized crawl that zipped along at the bottom of CNN’s window during the attack on Afghanistan, beneath clips of dirty traitors and soldier-heroes and starving refugees. As the world’s other news ticked blithely by, trivialized by the pictures above it, the ephemeral, superficial crawl reminded us of the worth of words that do not move, and of stories told in columns of type, not in video clips or on film. I don’t want to get too sentimental, but isn’t the printed page reliable; isn’t it familiar; isn’t it decent? It feels immutable in a way that other things do not these days. As Walter Isaacson (who is now running CNN) said when he was still at
: “If the world were based on computers and they told you about magazines, you’d think: ‘Wow: what a great technology!'”
Magazines and newspapers (and online versions of these) still often manage to tackle complex stories and say things that have meaning, unlike so much of the media. And meaning, which is so unusual now that content is dead (a friend actually told me that several years ago), meaning generates a ripple of excitement. I found it fun, for example, when Lewis Lapham called the Attorney General “Mullah John Ashcroft” in print, in
, of course. You won’t find “Mullah” John Ashcroft doing the crawl on CNN beneath the story about President Bush and his FPS (Failed Pretzel Swallowing). Now that
, which had every kind of support behind it, has gone under (in the wake of other recent casualties like
magazine), we can be reasonably sure that the print media is in for further high-temperature shrinking as the economy tightens. This column will check in regularly on the health of content and highlight what’s meaningful in print, in general interest and niche publications, and in the little, spirited, idiosyncratic guys one rarely gets to.
What ‘The Arab’ Thinks
Since the fall of the towers, I’ve listened to and read so much drivel about “Arab casbah culture” and the “Arabs’ nomadic mentality” and about what Arabs think and what really drives “The Arab,” that it was good to find
, a quarterly published in Los Angeles devoted to Arab culture and arts. The way I found it was unfortunate, however–painful. Suffice it to say that my recent novel (which is about Jerusalem) received from Al Jadid its only English-language notice from an Arab point of view, and the review was not entirely kind. So I was led reluctantly to the magazine, but when I looked into its back issues, I discovered that it contains a wealth of opinion and information that no one else is publishing in English.
I knew Al Jadid was for me when one knowledgeable Arab of my acquaintance told me disdainfully that the magazine was “not influential.” I love that; for me, “not influential” means you can read the thing without having to feel you must agree with it. Consider these noninfluential observations, by Elias Khoury, the Lebanese novelist, essayist and editor, on Saddam (yes, the Saddam) Hussein’s first novel, Zubayba and the King (2000): For Arab military dictatorships, Khoury writes,