by David Lipsky
[Of course, one interesting thing is he buys Pop-Tarts and stuff to eat; lots of candy.]
The problem for me is in entertainment, it’s, at least in the book—God, if the book comes off as some kind of indictment of entertainment, then it fails. It’s sort of about our relationship to it. The book isn’t supposed to be about drugs, getting off drugs. Except as the fact that drugs are kind of a metaphor for the sort of addictive continuum that I think has to do with how we as a culture relate to things that are alive.
[David talking, and the wipers going, and the other cars sort of leaving wakes ahead of us, as visuals for serious thoughts about entertainment. His point about five hundred thousand bits of information.]
So I think it’s got something to do with, that we’re just—we’re absolutely dying to give ourselves away to something. To run, to escape, somehow. And there’s some kinds of escape—in a sort of Flannery O’Connorish way—that end up, in a twist, making you confront yourself even more. And then there are other kinds that say, “Give me seven dollars, and in return I will make you forget your name is David Wallace, that you have a pimple on your cheek, and that your gas bill is due.”
And that that’s fine, in low doses. But that there’s something about the machinery of our relationship to it that makes low doses—we don’t stop at low doses.
You were talking about passion, with regard to Hal and others giving themselves away to a discipline, as opposed to entertainment.
[Hal is the lead character in the tennis academy sections. Meanwhile, I want to pull over to the shoulder and knock ice off the noisy loud rubbery wipers.]
I’m not saying there’s something sinister or horrible or wrong with entertainment. I’m saying it’s—I’m saying it’s a continuum. And if the book’s about anything, it’s about the question of why am I watching so much shit? It’s not about the shit; it’s about me. Why am I doing it? And what is so American about what I’m doing?
The only thing that I knew for sure, I wanted to do something that wasn’t just high comedy, I wanted to do something that was very, very much about America. And the things that ended up for me being most distinctively American right now, around the millennium, had to do with both entertainment and about some kind of weird, addictive, um … wanting to give yourself away to something. That I ended up thinking was kind of a distorted religious impulse. And a lot of the AA stuff in the book was mostly an excuse, was to try to have—it’s very hard to talk about people’s relationship with any kind of God, in any book later than like Dostoyevsky. I mean the culture, it’s all wrong for it now. You know? No, no. Plausibly realistic characters don’t sit around talking about this stuff. You know?
So … I don’t know. But the minute I start talking about it, it just, it sounds number one: very vague. Two: really reductive. And the whole thing to me was so complicated, that you know it took sixteen hundred pages of sort of weird oblique stuff to even start to talk about it. And so I feel stupid, talking about it.
Why?
Extemporaneously. I feel stupid talking about it this way. Because it’s like, because I don’t have a diagnosis. I don’t have a system of prescriptions. I don’t have four things that I think are wrong. I don’t have four different … opinions about it. It seems to me that it’s more of a feeling, a sort of texture of feeling.
You know, why are we—and by “we” I mean people like you and me: mostly white, upper middle class or upper class, obscenely well educated, doing really interesting jobs, sitting in really expensive chairs, watching the best, you know, watching the most sophisticated electronic equipment money can buy—why do we feel empty and unhappy?
[But that’s in Hamlet, too, just w/o the channel surfing.] You know? And you put the question that way, as a rhetorical question, and it’s Yeah yeah yeah yeah. But what the book’s tryin’ to do, is put questions like that in a way so that it’s hooked into your gut a little bit, and you feel some stuff about it. And you feel like, “Hey, this is me a little bit.” And, and …
Not being reductive or simple at all.
[Break. Oddly, the writer who does approach, finds a way to talk about religion, is Stephen King, who he thinks is underrated. He gets toward it in The Stand.]
This isn’t for the tape, this is just for you—because he’s got this part about that. [In The Stand] You’ve gotta look real closely to see what’s cool about King, because most of it’s I think very cynical shit.
He tries to sound how people really speak, although he’s got two or three tricks. He’s just got a real limited range; he can do the same character and brain voice over and over and over again—which would be fine if he didn’t write two books a year.
[We talk more about Stephen King … whose work he knows astonishingly well.]
Moving away from cars-possessed-by-the-devil to Stand by Me, which is a coming-of-age story that has a sweetness about it. The kid in Firestarter, just that girl is real interesting. He’s got an almost Salingerian feel for children …
Oh—the reason why I think you oughta do a book about TV, is this problem is not gonna go away. I don’t know about you, but in ten or fifteen years, we’re gonna have virtual reality pornography. Now, if I don’t develop some machinery for being able to turn off pure unalloyed pleasure, and allow myself to go out and, you know, grocery shop and pay the rent? I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna have to leave the planet. Virtual. Reality. Pornography. I’m talking, you know what I mean? The technology’s gonna get better and better at doing what it does, which is seduce us into being incredibly dependent on it, so that advertisers can be more confident that we will watch their advertisements. And as a technology system, it’s amoral.
It doesn’t … it doesn’t have a responsibility to care about us one whit more than it does: It’s got a job to do. The moral job is ours. You know, Why am I watching five hours a day of this? I mean, why am I getting 75 percent of my calories from candy? I mean, that’s something that a little tiny child would do, and that would be all right. But we’re postpubescent, right? Somewhere along the line, we’re supposed to have grown up.
But if the most intelligent, promising, and educated people go into designing the candy, then it’s impossible to turn down.
Then we’re talking about Turkish delight and C. S. Lewis. If I can put it into a couple of sentences that you can quote: see, it’s more like, Yeah, this is the problem. Is that, is that entertainment lies on the addictive continuum. And we’re saved right now, because it’s just not all that good.
But if you notice that like—I’ll watch five or six, I’ll zone out in front of the TV for five or six hours, and then I feel depressed and empty. And I wonder why. Whereas if I eat candy for five or six hours, and then I feel sick, I know why.
Reason I feel bad is guilt. My parents operated a very clear and effective NPR/PBS/New Yorker propaganda course: that TV is bad, it’s a waste of time, you don’t want to be somebody else’s audience. And home is the most convenient place to be an audience.
It’s not bad or a waste of your time. Any more than, you know, masturbation is bad or a waste of your time. It’s a pleasurable way to spend ten minutes. But if you’re doing it twenty times a day—or if your primary sexual relationship is with your own hand—then there’s something wrong. I mean, it’s a matter of degree.
Yeah—whereas at least if you wank off, at least some action has been performed. That you can point to it and say: yes, I have been effective.
All right—you could make me look like a real dick if you wanted to print this and extend the analogy. But there is a similarity. Yes, you’re performing muscular movements with your hand as you’re jerking off. But what you’re doing is running a movie in your head, and having a fantasy relationship with somebody who isn’t real, in order to stimulate a purely neurological response.
I think one of the reasons that I feel empty after watching a lot of TV, and one of the things that makes TV seductive, is that it gives the illusion of relationships with people.
It’s a way to have people in the room talking and being entertaining, but it doesn’t require anything of me. I mean, I can see them, they can’t see me. And, and, they’re there for me, and I can, I can receive from the TV, I can receive entertainment and stimulation. Without having to give anything back but the most tangential kind of attention. And that is very seductive.
The problem is it’s also very empty. Because one of the differences about having a real person there is that number one, I’ve gotta do some work. Like, he pays attention to me, I gotta pay attention to him. You know: I watch him, he watches me. The stress level goes up. But there’s also, there’s something nourishing about it, because I think like as creatures, we’ve all got to figure out how to be together in the same room.
And so TV is like candy in that it’s more pleasurable and easier than the real food. But it also doesn’t have any of the nourishment of real food. And the thing, what the book is supposed to be about is, What has happened to us, that I’m now willing—and I do this too—that I’m willing to derive enormous amounts of my sense of community and awareness of other people, from television? But I’m not willing to undergo the stress and awkwardness and potential shit of dealing with real people.
And that as the Internet grows, and as our ability to be linked up, like—I mean, you and I coulda done this through e-mail, and I never woulda had to meet you, and that woulda been easier for me. Right? Like, at a certain point, we’re gonna have to build some machinery, inside our guts, to help us deal with this. Because the technology is just gonna get better and better and better and better. And it’s gonna get easier and easier, and more and more convenient, and more and more pleasurable, to be alone with images on a screen, given to us by people who do not love us but want our money. Which is all right. In low doses, right? But if that’s the basic main staple of your diet, you’re gonna die. In a meaningful way, you’re going to die. (Passionate)
But you developed some defenses?
No. This is the great thing about it, is that probably each generation has different things that force the generation to grow up. Maybe for our grandparents it was World War Two. You know? For us, it’s gonna be that at, at a certain point, that we’re either gonna have to put away childish things and discipline ourself about how much time do I spend being passively entertained? And how much time do I spend doing stuff that actually isn’t all that much fun minute by minute, but that builds certain muscles in me as a grown-up and a human being? And if we don’t do that, then (a) as individuals, we’re gonna die, and (b) the culture’s gonna grind to a halt. Because we’re gonna get so interested in entertainment that we’re not gonna want to do the work that generates the income that buys the products that pays for the advertising that disseminates the entertainment. [He loves the A-B, 1-2 construction.] It just seems to me like it’s gonna be this very cool thing. Where the country could very well shut down and die, and it won’t be anybody else doin’ it to us, we will have done it to ourselves. (Laughs)
Actually come to that point?
No, again, we’re talking about a continuum, and I’m talking about the end point. I’m talking about the logical extension.
I’m talking about ingenious problems where advertisers begin suddenly to realize that they have to make the shows less entertaining because absenteeism from work and the GNP is declining, and it’s hurting their revenues. And that these corporations are going to perhaps run into very sort of ingenious double binds.
Maybe it’s why daytime TV is so sloppy; they want to encourage you to be in your office.
No. Right now we have the least interesting double bind: the shows get less interesting so that the commercials seem more interesting by comparison. Or the shows seem more like commercials, so that the commercials seem less like intrusions than seamless parts of the shows. Those are all fairly easy to see, and they’re not very interesting double binds.
The real interesting double binds are going to be when cable comes, and the initial, the initial—the immediate advertising-revenue motivation is lost. And it’s more done, now done through Pay-Per-View or subscription.
Like the Web, the “Interlace” in the book—in fifteen years?
Yep. And the big thing, if you’re doin’ movies or packaging any sort of thing, is to get in on the Interlace grid. That Interlace will be this enormous gatekeeper. It will be like sort of the one publishing house from hell. They decide what you get and what you don’t.
Because this idea that the Internet’s gonna become incredibly democratic? I mean, if you’ve spent any time on the Web, you know that it’s not gonna be, because that’s completely overwhelming. There are four trillion bits coming at you, 99 percent of them are shit, and it’s too much work to do triage to decide.
So it’s very clearly, very soon there’s gonna be an economic niche opening up for gatekeepers. You know? Or, what do you call them, Wells, or various nexes. Not just of interest but of quality. And then things get real interesting. And we will beg for those things to be there. Because otherwise we’re gonna spend 95 percent of our time body-surfing through shit that every joker in his basement—who’s not a pro, like you were talking about last night. I tell you, there’s no single more interesting time to be alive on the planet Earth than in the next twenty years. It’s gonna be—you’re gonna get to watch all of human history played out again real quickly. [Odd—a passive TV metaphor here, ending this passionate speech: we’ll be watching.]
Why? What meant, exactly?
If you go back to Hobbes, and why we ended up begging, why people in a state of nature end up begging for a ruler who has the power of life and death over them? We absolutely have to give our power away. The Internet is going to be exactly the same way. Unless there are walls and sites and gatekeepers that say, “All right, you want fairly good fiction on the Web? Let us pick it for you.” Because it’s gonna take you four days to find something any good, through all the shit that’s gonna come, right?
We’re going to beg for it. We are literally gonna pay for it. But once we do that, then all these democratic hoo-hah dreams of the Internet will of course have gone down the pipes. And we’re back again to three or four Hollywood studios, or four or five publishing houses, being the … right? And all of us who grouse, all the anarchists who grouse about power being localized in these media elites, are gonna realize that the actual system dictates that. The same way—I’m absolutely convinced—that the despot in Hobbes is a logical extension of what the State of Nature is.
[Later, airplane: Dave reading in-flight catalog about a dog dish setup that doesn’t stress the canine spine.]
The posture dogs have been eating off of for fifty million years hasn’t been doing them a stitch of good.
[Talks slangily, like Huck Finn grown up and Ph.D.-ed, Huck with doctorate.]
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IN THE GRAND AM
STILL ON I-55, ROAD TO O’HARE
[To tape] Dave’s saying he notices on days when he brushes his teeth with his left hand as opposed to his right hand that he thinks more interestingly.
[Mouthful of tobacco, “No Seatbelt” tinging from dashboard] Best of luck putting that into any kind of context that’ll be interesting. “As we drove up to Chicago, Dave began a system of loose associations, some of which follow here.”
[Break]
[Trying to track O’Hare signs into actual O’Hare, with mixed results.]
This is what’s known as the David Wallace driving maneuver, over-reliance on signs.
[Break]
[I ask if he thinks his being handsome helps him.]
You’d have to come and put me down if I even start thinking that way.
To begin thinking what way? About how books are sold, or about the qualities of your book?
Or about toothsomeness or whether—I mean there’s a, there is a part of me that, you know, that wrestles with every one of these questions. Do you want to do a Rolling Stone interview, do you want to do X, do you want to do Y—that worrie
s that what I’m doing right now is being a whore. And you know cashing in somehow, or getting some little celebrity for myself. That will, from some bizarre set of misunderstandings, sell more copies of the book. Fine, and you can quote that. I’d prefer you do it, if you did it, in a context where I didn’t sound just like a total dweeb.
No, in fact I’d probably cut off the whore part. It’s too much.
Yeah, you don’t need—I mean, if I’m all that worried about being a whore, then why am I doing this? It sounds very easy to say, but it’s just—it’s sort of … When you say that, I’m not playing dumb, it’s more like I’m, I’m sort of letting just one paw—one front paw of the tiger out of the cage to try to understand a little bit what it’s about.
[Break]
I mean, there’s a part of me that’s still not real mature, that’s afraid that, like, I would rather not be read and complain about it, and not feel like I had that pressure on me, you know? You know? My consciousness was really formed in this kind of avant-garde, neglected, if-you-get-a-lot-of-attention, therefore-you’re-a-whore-and-an-idiot. And it’s, I mean I’ve already said, it requires a certain amount of—I want to be able to reconfigure my map in a way that isn’t just conveniently reversing all that stuff.
[Wipers making weird rubbing noise because ice is caught underneath the blades; a frozen, Midwestern-style problem.]
But doesn’t end up with me, you know … I mean like, this has been fairly fun and hasn’t hurt. And it’s gotten me thinking about certain stuff. It’s not like I’m doing it—it’s not like I’ve done twenty-five of these, you know? Or that I’m going on like, you know, Love Connection. So and I don’t want to go around wincin’ about it.