Gonzo Geography
If you have a few contrarian or dissident tendencies -- if you're a bit of a trouble-maker like me -- then consider the art, science, and revolutionary politics of gonzo geography. Here are a few of the names to search on as sources of inspiration: Bill Bunge, Steven Flusty, Nik Heynen, Don Mitchell, Mike Davis, Andy Merrifield, David Harvey, Noam Chomsky, Neil Smith, Saul Alinsky...
...or, of course, Hunter S. Thompson. Do you remember HST? Not long ago, a student was in my office interested in the history of utopian and revolutionary ideas in geography. Obviously, I had to mention the legendary Bill Bunge, whose intellectual arc from the late 1950s to the mid-1970s went from "spatial scientist" to "disciplinary bad boy" and "cult hero" (Heynen and Barnes, 2011). "The adjective 'Wild' often appears in front of Bill Bunge's name," Nik Heynen and Trevor Barnes observe. When Trevor conducted oral histories of the participants in geography's quantitative revolution, "there were more stories about Bill Bunge than anyone else..."; oftentimes "there were the instructions from some of the interviewees who, as they readied themselves to tell their Bunge story, would momentarily pause and say, 'This is where you turn off the tape recorder.'" (Heynen and Barnes, 2011, p. viii).
So of course I had to mention Bill Bunge's name to a student interested in geography's revolutions. But how should I describe him? How to summarize his adventurous and trouble-making path?
"Imagine that the field of geography had its very own Hunter S. Thompson," I mused aloud; "...that would be Bill Bunge."
As the words are coming out of my mouth, I realize how old and out-of-touch I really am. I see the blank stare in my student's eyes. She has no idea who or what the hell I'm talking about.
"Do you know who Hunter Thompson is...?" I ask in a timid, plaintive voice...
"No...."
I quickly recover my composure with a sudden brainstorm: "How about Johnny Depp, do you know Johnny Depp?"
"Oh, yes..."
Ah, common ground, and off the conversation went, and I recommended she see Terry Gilliam's delightfully faithful rendition of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, with Johnny Depp and Benicio del Toro. (Or, for a more panoramic documentary view, see Alex Gibney's Gonzo documentary.)
Yet that original source still matters: the written words of Hunter S. Thompson, and the development of a new way of writing that blurred all the familiar lines -- between observer and observed, subject and object -- just as effectively as the most sophisticated strain of Husserlian phenomenological social theory.
"The book began as a 250-word caption for Sports Illustrated," Hunter tells us, as he describes how he was having a hard time finishing a story of an allegedly accidental police killing of a journalist in Los Angeles, and how he jumped at the opportunity to get out of town for a few days to cover a motorcycle race in Las Vegas (Thompson, 1979, p. 105). Hunter "called Sports Illustrated ... and said I was ready to do the 'Vegas thing.' They agreed ... and from here on in there is no point in running down details, because they're all in the book."
"More or less ... and this qualifier is the essence of what, for no particular reason, I've decided to call Gonzo Journalism. It is a style of 'reporting' based on William Faulkner's idea that the best fiction is far more true than any kind of journalism. ..." (Thompson, 1979, p. 106).
At this point, when describing his methods, Hunter slips into a refreshingly cautious, clear modesty:
"...I should cut back and explain, at this point, that Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas is a failed experiment in Gonzo Journalism. My idea was to buy a fat notebook and record the whole thing, as it happened, then send in the notebook for publication -- without editing. That way, I felt, the eye & mind of the journalist would be functioning as a camera. The writing would be selective & necessarily interpretive -- but once the image was written, the words would be final; in the same way that a Cartier-Bresson photograph is always (he says) the full-frame negative. No alterations in the darkroom, no cutting or cropping, no spotting ... no editing." (Thompson, 1979, p. 106.)
Looking back on this today, we have to consider three separate issues. The first is that insistence on no editing. Thompson isn't really suggesting that a writer produce perfect prose the first time out, all in one seamless stretch of time and words from start to finish. Thompson clarifies that while he was indeed "writing feverishly" in a notebook during that famous 36-hour stretch in his room at the Mint hotel in Las Vegas, the "strange Vegas 'fantasy'" actually took shape elsewhere, in a room at the Ramada Inn in Arcadia, California, beginning with a week of short pre-dawn bursts of creativity, a series of "hard typewriter nights." It took about six months to finish the piece. Everything we know about Hunter makes it clear that the emphasis on "no editing" was about power, not procedure. It was about Hunter's desire to keep control over what he was producing. When he had sent an initial 2,500 words to Sports Illustrated -- instead of the tidy 250 they had originally asked for -- the piece was "aggressively rejected." The resistance to editing is about risk, and about trusting one's experience and vision to produce a bold, creative work. That should inspire us today. I hope it inspires you today, even if -- perhaps especially if -- you're a student writing a course paper for me. I'm trapped in a hierarchical system just like you are, and this means that I can't give everyone exactly the same top marks; but keep in mind that you have multiple opportunities to take risks in writing for me. I've given you an insurance policy to cover those risks, since I allow you to revise and resubmit if you're horrified with a particular grade. I can also assure you that a good challenge to convention or authority in the Hunteresque style will always earn my respect, especially if it's done well. What matters is the craft of scholarship, thinking, and writing: when it comes to opinions and politics and the like, I have no expectation whatsoever that you agree with me. Marks do not depend on your conformance with any particular orthodoxy. Marks are based on the way you gather evidence, organize your argument, and express yourself with clarity, creativity, and analytical force ... and perhaps just a bit of HST insurgence.
But there's a second important theme here, dealing with technology. Hunter ponders the notion of "the eye & mind of the journalist ... functioning as a camera." I think we need to be careful with Hunter's words at this point. He seems to be appealing to the camera in the familiar modernist spirit -- as the perfect device for recording, reflecting, or capturing the reality of all that happened. He's describing the camera just like Susan Sontag (1973, p. 5) did when she offered the just-the-facts observation that "Photographs furnish evidence." But of course it's not quite that simple, and Hunter knows this: it's not just the eye of the journalist, but "the eye & mind," and that makes all the difference. Sontag (1973, p. 4) also wrote that "To photograph is to appropriate the thing photographed. It means putting oneself into a certain relation to the world that feels like knowledge -- and, therefore, like power." Hunter understood this kind of insight, and indeed it's precisly how he lived and worked. Hunter's camera wasn't just some simple device for the passive recording of snapshots, but rather an "eye & mind" of power and provocation. Hunter loved to put himself in the most outlandish and hazardous of situations. Then he'd stand back and look at himself: not only would he observe his own reactions to all the strange people and events he had sought out, but he'd record the process by which he dove in and created the story himself. This is where the camera metaphor can be misleading, because it implies that Hunter was interested solely in recording what happened. Hunter made things happen, and then he turned his metaphorical camera on himself, and reacted with the same kind of bemused astonishment as did Roland Barthes (1981, p. 3) when he first encountered an image of Napoleon's youngest brother, taken in 1852: "I am looking at eyes that have looked at the Emperor." Barthes (1981, pp. 3-4) had his "ontological desire" to find out if photography existed in itself, if it had a "genius" of its own. Thompson, of course, had an entirely different kind of ontological desire. It came in the form of a red 1972 Chevy Impala convertible, with a trunk that
"looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers...and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls."
My concern here is not with Thompson's infinite substance abuse (nor, for that matter, his strange obsession with guns); I wouldn't recommend that you live your life -- or end it -- the way Hunter did. Indeed, I don't have sufficient prurient expertise even to understand the scope of Hunter's molecular adventures as a passive spectator. I have no idea what I'm witnessing here. Battery acid? Laughers? What the hell is an amyl? No, my concern here is the active engagement with what it means to be a writer. Hunter was desperate to escape the boundaries restricting what it meant to be a writer in mid-twentieth-century America: he wanted to destroy the traditions of a detached objectivity that required the writer -- particularly the journalist covering, say, a political campaign -- a passive instrument for conveying information in a neutral, even-handed manner. This is why Hunter jumped in to the stories he was writing, in order to create the story; this is also why the camera metaphor is misleading, unless you happen to have a camera that drives fast, yells at people, writes until dawn, and sometimes just makes shit up. Yes, of course, I'm sure that the technology is coming, and soon enough we'll have some sort of fancy device that does all those things; we already have software that writes news stories, and then other firms have software that automatically "reads" the news (Lohr, 2011; Arango, 2008). We are venturing into a dark and depressing place indeed, where we are rapidly losing the humanity of writing. We lost hunter in 2005, before Web 2.0 and the social networking obsessions of our current age, but even technology advocates have begun to rethink the benefits of a post-human world. Not long ago, Jaron Lanier (quoted in Kahn, 2011, p. 47) began a talk at the South by Southwest Interactive conference with a stunning request: he asked the audience to refrain from blogging, tweeting, or texting while he spoke. "He later wrote that his message to the crowd had been: 'If you listen first, and write later, then whatever you write will have had time to filter through your brain, and you'll be in what you say. This is what makes you exist. If you are only a reflector of information, are you really there?'"
Now stop and think about this. The request was stunning not only because of the setting -- a conference of bleeding-edge technorati -- but also because of the biography of the speaker. Lanier was a pioneer of what we now describe all all too casually as "virtual reality," and he is often credited with developing the phrase itself. And he's asking you to put aside the technology, to listen and take enough time so that information can filter through your mind, so that you will be in what you say. This is deliciously revolutionary. It's also quite a challenge, since it goes against the temptations nourished by a powerful infrastructure of hard-sell marketing that now assualts the human attention span at every turn. The newspaper, that quaint invention struggling to survive in a post-paper, post-literate age, tells me that "Location, location, location is being replaced by attention, attention as the new mantra for businesses looking to succeed in today's digital economy." (Shaw, 2011, p. 3). What, did you say something? ... say all the people as they look up from their BlackBerries. In the other room, I hear the television blaring out Microsoft's latest ad for Windows 7, which by the time you read these words will be a long-forgotten technological blip on the way to whatever technofetish is currently all the rage. But the closing line of the ad will be as unintentionally hilarious and frightening then as now:
"I'm a PC, and I'm finally up to date."
Finally up to date? Has our notion of finality evolved into an experiential derivative, a rate-of-change measure of bragging rights of consumers clicking "buy" faster and faster, as fast as their credit cards will allow? Pierce (Nettling, 2011) is quite right that there's nothing romantic about Microsoft Word; there's also nothing stable about such innovations. The pace of creative destruction is quickening, and there are no guarantees that the new is inherently superior to what it's destroying. All we know is that we're constantly asked (forced) to update, and to do so more more frequently. This is the digital runner's paradox.
No matter what kind of speedy new technology is introduced today or tomorrow, writing must remain a human activity. Soon, the marketers will promise that the machines can, in fact, do the thinking and writing. As I noted above, software bots are already being used to write basic news stories (Lohr, 2011). At the same time, Wall Street firms have been using software bots to "read" news accounts and execute equities trades automatically on the basis of positive and negative content about particular companies or sectors. The bots aren't yet as smart as they think they are: a six-year-old story about a bankruptcy filing by United Airlines somehow resurfaced and zipped around the web, triggering an avalance of automated sell orders; about $1 billion of market capitalization was vaporized within twelve minutes (Arango, 2008). But Wall Street's computer scientists and linguists will fix the bugs, and accuracy surely will improve. As the bots get better at reading and writing, the humanity is being stripped away from those most human of activities. Perhaps this explains why I am unable, even at this late date, to pull myself away from that antiquated human technology -- the pen marching across paper, driven only by the velocity of human thought.
His metaphorical pursuit of the presumed perfection of a device that is all too often regarded as a passive means of recording reality -- the camera -- belies the importance of the active work he did on an entirely different kind of device. The other device, of course, is what Hunter calls "this noisy black machine," his Selectric typewriter.
Third, the separation of the observer and the observed; bureaucratic and legal restrictions and advertising...?. Hunter was clear that he was working in the twilight of freedom in that respect...
(still working this stuff out, will refine and rewrite later in another pre-dawn HST moment...)
spending an increasing share of our attention span updating whatever technological fetish is being pushed upon us
one thing that keeps us grounded is the sense of embodied -- writing is, or should be done physically, and should involve the inescapable humanity of the body. touch...touch in writing...
thinking is hard
no matter what device we come up with, we are still going to have to tell it what to produce...
sontag
pierce nettling taylorized alienated..
Disclaimers:
References
Arango, Tim (2008). "I Got the News Instantly, Oh Boy." New York Times, September 13.
Barthes, Roland (1981). Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography. New York: Farrar, Strauss, and Giroux.
Bunge, William (2011 [1971]). Fitzgerald: Geography of a Revolution. Athens: University of Georgia Press / Detroit: Schenkman Publishing Company, Inc.
Heynen, Nik, and Trevor Barnes (2011). "Foreword to the 2011 Edition: Fitzgerald Then and Now." In William Bunge, Fitzgerald: Geography of a Revolution. Athens: University of Georgia Press, vii-xv.
Kahn, Jennifer (2011). "The Visionary." The New Yorker, July 11/18, 46-53.
Lohr, Steve (2011). "In Case You Wondered, a Real Human Being Wrote this Column." New York Times, September 11, p. BU 3.
Shaw, Gillian (2011). "Next-Gen Entrepreneurs and Customers in a Changing Landscape." Vancouver Sun, August 19, p. C3.
Sontag, Susan (1973). On Photography. New York: Picador.
Thompson, Hunter S. (1971). Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey into the Heart of the American Dream. New York: Vintage.
Thompson, Hunter S. (1979). "Jacket Copy for Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream." In The Great Shark Hunt. New York: Simon & Schuster, pp. 105-111.