Posted in July 2009

Hobbyists

Attention any Chris Andersons who think that journalism can function as a hobby: it’s already being pushed that way, and it isn’t really helping.

A new report on social mobility has confirmed that the traditional career ladder of regional press journalists moving onto the nationals has all but ceased to exist.

The “Unleashing Aspiration” report on access to the professions published today predicts that unless action is taken, the journalists of the future will be drawn from the richest 25pc of families in the UK.

Among the reports’s findings were that while journalists and broadcasters born in 1958 typically grew up in families with income around 5.5pc above the national average, those born in 1970 grew up in families with incomes 42.4pc above the average.

“Typical journalists of the future will today be growing up in a family that is better off than three in four of all families in the UK,” it said.

Hold The Front Page, “Journalists of future ‘to come from richest 25pc’”

Newspapers and magazines use unpaid internships to get employees for free, subsidised by the aspiring hacks’ parents. And the only people who can afford to invest several post-uni years in backing their offsprings’ efforts towards an uncertain career outcome are rich people. Look forward to a future in which property prices, fashion wank and revulsion from poverty continue to be the agenda-setting issues. If, of course, anyone in the remaining 75% of the population can be arsed to read about it.

© Sarah Ditum, 2009

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Unlike a blacksmith

blacksmithIn a world where subs weren’t being stripped away to a rump, the “journalists are doomed like blacksmiths” cliché would be getting green-inked into oblivion. Sadly, we live in this world, with editing viewed as an expendible cost, leaving writers free to jerk out thoughtless comparisons on the future of their trade, and no one on hand to instill any quality. And so we find Chris Anderson talking to Der Spiegel, repeating the old journalist/blacksmith analogy:

In the past, the media was a full-time job. But maybe the media is going to be a part time job. Maybe media won’t be a job at all, but will instead be a hobby. There is no law that says that industries have to remain at any given size. Once there were blacksmiths and there were steel workers, but things change.

Der Spiegel, “Chris Anderson on the economics of Free”

Anderson’s problems with language start at the very beginning of the interview, when he rules out a bunch of perfectly servicable signifiers (“Sorry, I don’t use the word media. I don’t use the word news. I don’t think that those words mean anything anymore”) before helpfully declaring that “There are no other words.” But the blacksmith reference really riles me.

I’ve written before about why I find this trope unconvincing for journalism. Blacksmiths made a product which was muscled out by technical innovations that allowed functionally-identical (or better) items to be made cheaper. The work of a journalist can’t be mechanically substituted – it has to be performed by a person going through certain processes from research to writing to publication.

There are chunks of the print trade that have become technically obsolete, and as the move into digital publishing continues, more people are going to become unemployed: the paper and ink manufacturers, the warehouse employees, the newsagents. But journalism itself – the thing that is distributed – isn’t necessarily going to be stripped away by a change of format, and it’s rather embarrassing that journalists’ main angle on the electronic transition so far has been their own job security.

At the moment, newspapers and magazines are feeling pressure to retrench while they work out how to make money from electronic publishing. But one of the things that Anderson’s Free argument falls down on is that Free doesn’t seem to be quite the unalterable “force of gravity” he thinks – there are studies that show the people who make the most use of free stuff are also the people most willing to spend on similar material. And the people who spend are going to need something worthy of their cash, as John McIntyre writes:

Once journalism, print and electronic, has stabilized in a business model that no longer requires the ceaseless cuts in staff and reductions of product that have marked the past few years, it will begin to reconstruct itself. As it does so, some publishers will once again aspire to credibility and quality. Some, as always, will happily churn out junk so long as money can be made off it, but a few will seek more dignity. Some always do.

Those who so aspire will come to see that editing is indispensable and will begin to employ more editors as revenues permit. Those editors will not likely work in the structure that newspapers favored for more than a century, but whatever structure develops will take cognizance of unchanging principles:

Credibility rises from accuracy; accuracy requires checking.

Readers want clarity; clarity and focus come from editing.

Writers, who are not necessarily the best judges of their own work, benefit from a dispassionate analysis of their prose before publication.

The best writers benefit from editing; the less-accomplished require it.

You Don’t Say, “After the storm”

In fact, Anderson admits this much when he tells his interviewer that “If you have attention and reputation, you can figure out how to monetize it.” Media outlets that plan to retain their value had better retain – and pay for – their standards.

© Sarah Ditum, 2009. Photo by caravinagre, used under Creative Commons.

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Theatre review: The Caravan

The Caravan performed by Look Left, Look Right at the Ustinov, Bath

the caravan

Look Left Look Right bring their audience onto the stage with them. Performed in a rickety-looking caravan by a cast of four to groups of six, the actors are never more than a few feet away from the playgoers seated on the built-in sofa, and are always performing with rather than to them. The interaction is subtle – the actors look you in the face as they speak, offer round a plate of custard creams, and occasionally brush against you as they move around the tiny space – but profound.

The Caravan, you see, isn’t a fiction: it’s theatre-verité, the script drawn from interviews with those affected by the 2007 floods, and delivered in extraordinarily conversational style (possibly directly imitating the original recordings, which are available to listen to before the show). There’s an incalculable tension is every hesitation and forgetful second, and you wonder how the actor will get to the end of the line.

It’s in the bathos of small losses that the grave horror of losing home and security is revealed: the possessions that are rediscovered washed halfway up a tree, the laminate that’s relaid in the wrong direction. In the intimate world of The Caravan, you feel those losses too. Superb.

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Edit 11 August 2009 Related: “Washed out”

© Sarah Ditum, 2009. This piece originally appeared in Venue, issue 877.

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Stitched up

Giving an interview is an act of trust in someone else’s ability to represent you. And a good interviewer is one who accepts that they’re responsible for the way their subjects appear: not obliged to make them look good or bad, but to be accurate and fair.

hitler moustache

One of the things I learnt from the last big interview I did was the value of collaborating with the subject, and it’s a principle that I found reinforced by Dan Baum:

the ensuing back-and-forth usually helps me make the story better. I honestly can’t think of a time when somebody took the opportunity to take something back. What usually happens is, the source says something like, “You didn’t get me quite right here. What I was trying to say was this….” And that opens up a second interview — a deeper one, that often leads to even more interesting insights. I’ve had reporters throw up their hands in horror at the thought of allowing a source to amend a quote after the interview. But why not? Isn’t the point to portray people, and their ideas, accurately? I would never show a source my story before publication, but until I’ve processed them into copy, the notes from our interview feels to me like our joint property. I don’t want to play “gotcha” with sources; I want to understand and convey their ideas properly. I want them to read my stories and say, “He got me right,” even if they don’t come off well in the article.

(I can see exceptions to this. If the governor admits in an interview that he looted the pension fund to play the horses, I’m not going to let him take that back. But in the 16 years I’ve been offering to share interview notes with sources, something like that hasn’t happened to me.)

WordWork, “Type fast”

When I interviewed Graham Linehan, his go-over on the transcript was exactly was Baum describes – in a couple of places he restored what was lost in tone when the words were detached from his voice, in a couple of others he clarified the normal ambiguities of speech so they could survive the page. He didn’t remove or retract anything, but he was able to rephrase things in a way that would have been rankly dishonest if I’d done it myself.

That only works, of course, if you “don’t want to play ‘gotcha’ with sources”. If the “gotcha” is what you’re looking for, you’re going to have to try something else. Say, for example, you’re Brian Logan – you’ve pitched a feature about the new offenders of standup comedy, had it accepted and now you need to harvest a few good quotes to inject a hefty jolt of outrage into your reader. Ideally, you want it to read something like this:

This year, veteran comic Richard Herring is sporting a Hitler moustache for his show, Hitler Moustache, in which he argues “that racists have a point”. [...] One recent [podcast] episode aired Herring’s purported hatred of Pakistanis, a routine that he expands on in his new standup set. In another routine, he claims to support the BNP’s policy to deport all black people from the UK. Into the awkward laughter that greets this joke, he says: “Don’t go thinking I’m the new Bernard Manning. I’m being postmodern and ironic. I understand that what I’m saying is unacceptable.” Then he pauses. “But does that make me better than Manning, or much, much worse?” This is “playing around with things”, he tells me: “it’s the intent behind it that’s the important thing.” But is it?

The Guardian, “The new offenders of stand-up comedy”

Unlike Baum, Logan isn’t generous enough to let us in on his techniques for journalistic success. But Richard Herring can:

I did sense during the interview that Logan seemed uninterested or bored by a lot of what I was saying. I felt like he wasn’t listening to much of it, but hoped this was just the affected smugness and superiority that I have sensed in his reviews. He works for the Guardian and I felt I could talk in quite a lot of detail about what I do without fear that he would become sensationalist and take things out of context. I didn’t tape the conversation and I have done several long interviews recently and so can’t remember everything that I said, but I know that I was careful to explain myself and the context of some of my more contentious ideas. I was largely critical of offensive comedy, arguing that it takes a very experienced and thoughtful comedian to get away with it and that there must always be a point behind it. I briefly described the “maybe racists have a point” routine from the new show, but (as far as I remember) expressed concern that most of my show was, if anything, a bit of a throw back to the 1980s political and polemical comedy and was a bit right on. [...]

I had a slight nagging sense of unease about it all. Just the distance and detachment that I had sensed, perhaps, though I thought he might pick up on me saying that after a certain point a comedian is not responsible for the stupidity of the audience – I had said that Al Murray was not necessarily at fault if his audience took him literally, but Al has said something similar himself.

The article came out today and I was, I have to say, pretty astounded by how it misrepresented what I had said and my material. Here it is.

Richard Herring, “Warming up” 27 July 2009

If Herring’s description of the interview is right – and what I’ve heard of the show suggests that the Guardian piece has framed him horribly – it sounds like the interviewer was sitting out the interview, waiting for the “gotcha”, possibly rather bored at having to listen to all the self-scrutinising stuff about a comic’s responsibilities when using offensve material. He got his moment, and he was able to push his facile little thesis that there’s a new reign of nasty in comedy.

And then, Herring got to unravel his interviewer’s methods publicly. And this is another, excellent and self-interested reason for journalists to follow Dan Baum’s advice: if your interview subject is a public figure, they’ll almost certainly have their own blog. If you stitch them up, they can let the people who’ll be most furious with you – their fans – know what you’ve done. If you’re not worried about the ethics of interviewing, you should at least be worried about what readers and colleagues think of your ethics.

© Sarah Ditum, 2009

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Wired up

How does UK Wired celebrate the merits of Free? With a spread of specially-commissioned illustrations, printed on a metallic ink background – one of the MOST EXPENSIVE FINISHES KNOWN TO MAN – of course:Wired Free! spreadThe Free theory isn’t much more than loss-leader marketing gussied up, and it’s something that Wired has been particularly good at. Running several active blogs and a busy Twitter account keeps them in touch with a readership whose interest in technology makes them less likely to head to the newsagent; the excellence of the mag makes it worth buying, even if Condé Nast have made enough of the content free-to-access online for purchasing to be optional.

And the things which make Wired desirable all cost money. The design. The inks. The artwork. The editorial process is multi-layered: according to the commissioning guide, editors select pitches, compete for space in the magazine and work with their writers throughout the research and writing period – and the resulting features are smarter and better-written than almost anything else you can read.

Not everyone thinks this approach is working.  Newspaper Deathwatch, writing about the US edition, points to a fall-off of advertising and an awkward market position as it predicts a troubled future for the title:

Wired Stuck in the Middle

And what about Wired, the hip digital lifestyle magazine that chronicled the dot-com revolution? Surely it has figured out how to bridge the print-digital divide. Nope. Its business is in the tank, and even Chris Anderson, the new-economy guru editor whose books have foreseen foretold the emergence of hyper targeted media and free content, doesn’t seem to know what to do.

Ad pages are off 50% this year, making Wired the third worst performer among the 150 magazines tracked by MIN. The problem may be systemic.  Wired serves the digerati, whose natural preference is online media.  The publication’s website is operated almost entirely independent of the magazine, and despite multiple design awards, the print version of Wired has been unable to find the popular appeal that could make it a million-circ powerhouse. At 704,000 subscribers, it’s one of the smallest magazines in the Condé Nast portfolio. It lacks the scale to support giant branding campaigns by luxury products, but is too large to deliver efficiency for smaller advertisers.  It’s an uncomfortable place to be: in the middle.  And Condé Nast, which has already shuttered two major titles this year, is probably not in the position to invest in it.

Newspaper Deathwatch, “Malaise spreads to magazines”

“Major titles” is a bit of an oversell for Portfolio and Domino – well-regarded titles within Condé Nast for sure, but relatively new. Still, the CN empire looks like the sort of thing that the internet ought to kill off, and when the Observer profiled Si Newhouse and his company, the article adopted a nostalgic attitude towards a company that’s still a terribly long way from dead (even if many of its major personnel aren’t).

What Wired and its parent company specialise in is excellence. It is increasingly possible for an excellent magazine to be a boutique production, so perhaps publishing houses like CN will prove shortly to be redundant. For all the pleasure there might be in gloating over Chris Anderson, though, I would like to see Wired do ok; and I think the potential for CN to use Wired as a test case in surviving the internet means it makes business sense to look after it.

© Sarah Ditum, 2009

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Abort the antichrist!

Steven Glover, floundering under reality’s famed left-wing bias, posits this scenario:

Imagine that you were a brilliant young playwright who had conceived a play about the destructive psychological effects which abortion can have on women. Mr Stephenson or his sidekicks would not clap you on the back. You would be shown the door, if you had ever been let through it.

Steven Glover, “Our cultural elite rejects middle-class values and censors debate”

I’m not sure what would happen in the case of a “brilliant young playwright” but I do know that there are opportunities for the mass-market drama hack  to get their woman-hating thing on at the BBC.  I never thought I’d get to boast that I watch more primetime telly than Steven Glover, because I watch almost no primetime telly at all. But on 4 December, I know from my notebook that I was babysitting and watching “some shit with Judge John Deed in a dogcollar stomping all over an abortion clinic.”

apparitions

The show was Martin Shaw vehicle Apparitions, with Shaw as authority-figure-gone-edgy Father Jacob, hunting demons – which this episode, happened to be resident in an abortion clinic. The show breezily accepted that Father Jacob was entitled to stalk the waiting rooms and the operating theatres in search of demons to cast out, offered up the chirpy irony of a nurse from the clinic having her brain sucked out her skull in imitation of late-term abortion, and then had Shaw conduct the climactic exorcism in the consulting room to the chorussing cries of the million, million unborn.

Vindictive towards abortion providers, emotively pushing the child-killing line, breezily installing an old celibate as the arbiter of fertility in the fictional clinic – although I suppose it was marginally left of Catholic doctrine, in that it did accept the necessity of abortion in the case of demonic possession. Someone at the BBC really should have seen about getting a review copy over to the Daily Mail.

© Sarah Ditum, 2009

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Desmond “ground into dust”: what is a proprietor’s sweep?

dust by serdalRichard Desmond’s libel case looks pretty baffling. There’s no perplexity over him losing – the passage of Tom Bower’s book over which Desmond sued is brief, factual, and (as Private Eye points out) showed that Desmond’s Express was correct in its reporting of Condrad Black’s precarious finances. What’s confusing is that he brought it at all.

Part of the motivation, according to Bower’s defence, is pride: “Mr Desmond is here because he wants to tell the world that he’s not a wimp.” (All quotes from the trial are taken from Private Eye’s brilliant report, no. 2141, p. 9.) But another motivation would be to suppress the (tacit, and you might think obviously true) assertion in the Bower book that proprietors influence content or use their papers to attack opponents.

“It’s difficult to think of a more defamatory allegation to make against the proprietor a newspaper”, said Desmond’s QC – although the evidence went on to demonstrate that both the Telegraph and the Express were heavily influenced in their editorial by their respective proprietors’ issues with each other.

Testimony from Express media columnist Anil Bhoyrul made it clear that Desmond’s likes and dislikes were imposed more-or-less directly on the newsroom. “Every Sunday the column would come out and I would speak to Martin [Townsend, Sunday Express editor]  usually on a Tuesday, and he would tell me ‘Richard liked the column this week’ or didn’t like it. [...] I got a pretty good feel for who, you know, to be positive about and who to be negative about.”

The business of the newspaper business is (mostly) newspapers – so it seems intuitive that proprietors and managers would be at least passingly concerned with what they’re printing. Why, then, is it so easy for an organisation like News International to shrug off the phone hacking issue as a low-level newsroom hiccup? Or, more pertinently for Desmond, for the PCC to convict the Scottish Express of a breach “so serious that no apology could remedy it”, and yet for management to be untouched?

It’s axiomatic that Richard Desmond is a “rogue propietor” and a disgrace to Fleet Street. But in using his newspapers to further his own personal and business interests, he’s doing nothing that’s out of step with his peers. It’s obvious from the libel case that Conrad Black was doing the same; the Murdoch papers’ willingness to hound the Beeb and pimp out Sky is another, less cackhandedly executed, example of people acting in their own best interests (or of employees acting in their own immediate interests by acting according to their employer’s preferences).

Desmond is unpopular. He doesn’t hide his unpleasantness, and he’s made a lot of money out of ladyflesh. But it’s a self-serving fiction for other papers to pretend that he’s worse in kind rather than degree.

© Sarah Ditum, 2009. Photo by Serdal, used under Creative Commons.

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Film reviewing the Christopher Hart way

Antichrist

This week, I’ve been worrying about what makes a good review, but I’ve been starting too deep. I’ve been assuming that all this anxiety about style and approach comes after the critic has experienced whatever it is that they’re criticising.

But as of yesterday, noted experimental arts critic Christopher Hart of the Daily Mail has floored my preconceptions with a review of Lars von Trier’s Antichrist that begins by admitting he hasn’t even seen the work he’s judging and goes on to to deconstruct the very journal he’s writing for. This is magical, post-modernist stuff – the kind of thing that could only be written by a true artist of the critical form, unburdened by the callow limitations of ethics and editorial responsibility.

The first major clue that this essay is really about itself rather than the film comes at the head of the fourth paragraph:

I haven’t seen it myself, nor shall I – and I speak as a broad-minded arts critic, strongly libertarian in tendency. But merely reading about Antichrist is stomach-turning, and enough to form a judgment.

A pro-censorship libertarian! A critic who hasn’t watched the film! The ironies are piled  deliciously, teeteringly high, daringly alerting readers to the dangerously (yet covertly) subversive nature of the essay they are about to read.

Now, anyone could shrug off an invitation to Antichrist by saying “What? But Dancer In The Dark was unbearable. Why would I want to see more of this shit?” or “Doesn’t that just sound like torture porn for art house wankers  who think they’re too good for Saw?” or “Hey! Doesn’t von Trier know we’ve all seen Don’t Look Now?” But Hart is simply using von Trier’s violence as a point of departure for his own brutal dismemberment of the Daily Mail world:

It doesn’t shock or surprise me in the slightest that Europe now produces such pieces of sick, pretentious trash, fully confirming our jihadist enemies’ view of us as a society in the last stages of corruption and decay.

It doesn’t surprise me that Antichrist was heavily subsidised by the Danish Film Institute to the tune of 1.5 million euros.

I tried to find out more from the Institute, but to my small surprise they disdained to reply. But you can be sure that they in turn are funded by the EU and so by my taxes – and yours.

How do you feel about that?

That section is worth looking at in detail, because the comic timing is so audacious, moving from an invocation of “jihadists” to asserting a link with the EU with Hart confesses he hasn’t confirmed, to knowingly asking the reader what they feel about his richly confected fiction. It’s a beautiful moment of connection between writer and audience, a wonderful nod to his faith in our ability to see through his games and into the paper’s conventions of fear, supposition, and fear-fuelled supposition.

As too is his so-feeble-it-must-be-deliberate brandishing of Shakespeare’s violence as an example of “dramatising the tragic universe we inhabit, human evil at its worst, and [...] hidden moral process” before aggressively slamming the BBFC for being “blinded by their own cultural snobbery, swallowing the lie that Antichrist is Art.” The essay constantly threatens to fold under the weight of its own irony, but it somehow rolls intact to its climactic denunciation of “the hesitant, fumbling, comfortably cushioned, value-free Leftish elite who now govern us”.

It’s such a highly-wrought parody of Daily Mail paranoia and cultural suspicion, it’s no wonder that the editors have published it as though it were a simply-intentioned article. But the clinching evidence of Hart’s mischievous intent isn’t in anything you can see on the page: it’s in something he’s left out. Nowhere in the feature does he manage to incorporate gypsies into his fantastical cultural conspiracy – an omission so conspicuous in the Mail that it’s obvious something important must be up.

© Sarah Ditum, 2009

Affection disected

Ever had a tour of your innards? I insisted on it once when I was about to have my appendix sliced away: my ultrasound operator guided me through the wondrous subways of my lower abdomen, the brilliantly compact fit of the organs, the parts that functioned and the parts that threatened to fail. I like to understand the way things work, the connections between things – and when I love something, I’m much more likely to talk keenly about the parts than ecstaticly about the whole.

wax anatomical modelThat goes for music, books and movies as well as my own insides. My favourite critics are passionate experts like Kim Newman or  Mark Kermode – people who have the magic trick of dismantling something to describe it, and reassembling it for assessment in the same m0tion. And my own criticism reads more like a tender ultrasound than the blazing necessity that Neil Kulkarni prescribes:

Accept that everything you say will be forgotten and ignored but write as if you and your words are immortal. Don’t just describe but justify – make sure the reader knows WHY the record exists whether the reasons are righteous or rascally. And always remember you’re not here to give consumer advice or help with people’s filing. You’re here to set people’s heads on fire.

Drowned In Sound, “The Neil Kulkarni guide to being a record-reviewer”

Kulkarni’s contribution to the DiS critique-the-critique-athon is a terrific style guide for anyone who wants to make their writing harder, sharper, more essential. His advice on exclams, embarrassment and thinking like Ed Gein (“cut the fanny”) would be good for anyone’s work, whatever and however you write. But when he writes that “Getting song titles and lyrics right can be less important than nailing your feelings”, it shakes me to my editorial core. He’s right: criticism doesn’t become more thrilling with every layer of fact-checking, but I can’t give up the idea that everything has to be precise before it can be valuable.

And that’s why, maybe, I don’t write with the intoxicating fire of some of the writers I’ve grown up wanting to write like. When I read Charlie Brooker (him) say of Steven Wells (him too) “I disagreed with 85% of what he wrote, but I always wished I could hurl sentences together like him – he tossed words around like a demented cartoon chef. He seemed hilarious and furious, music journalism’s very own Sadowitz” – I envy that slapdash glory, and I know that the reason I can’t bear to throw or toss my words is that I have  a precious horror of anyone being able to say that I’m only right 15% of the time.

© Sarah Ditum 2009

It’s all in the fingers

alloxan moleculeIt is a pretty structure, isn’t it? It makes you think of something stable, solid, well-linked. [...] And it is possible that the explanation is neither remote not metaphysical: to say “beautiful” is to say “desirable” and ever since man has built he has wanted to build at the smallest expense and in the most durable fashion, and the aesthetic enjoyment he experiences in contemplating the work comes afterward. Certainly, it has not always been this way: there have been centuries in which “beauty” was identified with adornment, the superimposed, the frills; but it is probable that they were deviant epochs and that the true beauty, in which every century recognises itself, is found in upright stones, ships’ hulls, the blade of an ax, the wing of a plane.

Primo Levi (on the alloxan molecule), The Periodic Table (Abacus, 1986), p. 179

I write well, but I type hideously. Inefficient, clumsy, tiring. I’ve been working on a word processor since my early teens, and at some point (like Joel with Street Fighter) I settled into a style that was just adequate to my needs and never attempted to get any better. My wrists scrape the edge of the desk. I only use four of my fingers consistently, and can’t even keep to the habit of tapping the space bar with my thumb. It’s possible to type quite fast like this, but never really fast, and certainly not really fast for long periods of time – and really fast is the way in which I need to work.

Peggy Olsen

Between blogging, reviewing, transcriptions and interviews, I have weeks where I’m rattling out over 20,000 words. I work in the evenings, and within school hours one day a week – once I’ve taken into account the watching, reading and listening that goes into this work, it’s obvious that I can only manage this (as well as the emailing, tweeting and gchatting that goes on in an average day) by being competent with a keyboard. And I have other projects I’d like to work on, things which demand more time and more typing. I have realised how right Dan Baum is when he says:

being able to type fast can mean the difference between having good and great interviews to work with, and that teaching oneself to type fast – very fast – is as important to one’s career as a journalist as being well informed or understanding grammar.

WordWork, “Type fast”

But I wonder whether the grotesquery of my typing style has had a formative effect on the pretty solidity of my writing style. When I write, I am always trying to “build at the smallest expense and in the most durable fashion”. I keep my sentences tight, select my words carefully, build up stylistic devices when I know they’re right for the argument or the impression I want to convey, and try to ensure that whatever is published under my name will be resistent to the most stubbornly unsympathetic reader.

Concise, accurate, effective – shouldn’t that be how every writer wants to work? And as  a bad typist, the necessity of avoiding waste is even stronger. I never go substantially over the wordcount in a first draft, because getting the words down in the first place is so tiresome; I make most of my revisions mentally before they hit the page, because re-writing is hard work I’d rather avoid. I am trying to become a better typist so I can be a better journalist, but I hope that in the process I’ll remember everything my sausage fingers have taught me.

© Sarah Ditum 2009

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