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| WEB EXCLUSIVE |
| Newspapers in retreat |
| Will the community they helped create disappear?
Does anyone care?
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| BY MICHAEL ZIELENZIGER |
In the remotest of hamlets, an old-fashioned bulletin board sprouts
notices as spontaneously as dandelions pop up in front of a tiny grocery store, where
index cards and thumbtacks serve as the principal medium of communal exchange. The
church collates a newsletter to announce the next social. In the era before e-mail,
a glee club or Little League created a phone tree to help members stay in touch, or
notify people that the afternoon game was rained out. These unpretentious exchanges
of information—the ineffable human need to exchange information, gossip, buy and
sell, and nurture a common narrative—are essential for a community to develop
When enough people congregate in a defined geographical space, a community finds its
larger, formal voice, traditionally around a newspaper—a weekly or daily
journal that encapsulates the life of the society in its pages. Dating from
Thomas Jefferson’s time, newspapers have been the watchdogs of a democratic
society, and were able to make money as well. Not only did they embody the
first draft of a community’s history, but also by forging community where
perhaps none had previously existed, they created identity, social capital,
and a sense of belonging. Especially in the sprawling lands of the West like
California, where new tentacles of restless suburban growth became the
quintessential expressions of postwar American prosperity, the newspaper
created a sense of place among the thousands of newcomers who descended on
the agricultural lands around San Jose, Riverside, Fresno, or the San
Fernando Valley, transforming their surroundings in the quest for a new and
better life
| If the mass
audience shears and fractures and tears apart, what shared information, experiences, and
perceptions will we use to create the social and emotional connections
that actually create community? |
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The effort to weave together common interests and forge a shared sense of
physical—as well as psychological—community also made the owners
of newspapers rich and powerful, the ultimate community boosters. After all,
it was in the publisher’s interest, too, to cobble together the "mass" in
"mass media" and create a sales tool for advertisers. As their towns grew
richer, so did the publishers. Newspapers were an effective monopoly, because
presses were costly, and building intricate infrastructures to deliver papers
to individual doorsteps made it difficult for competitors to enter the market.
The normal return on income for most newspaper companies commonly exceeded 20
percent—more than twice what a manufacturer of auto parts or air
conditioners might expect.
The Internet has shattered this tidy tradition. A disruptive technology that
slices and dices data—and disconnects us from the things that once
linked us with neighbors and coworkers—the Internet is displacing a
medium that built community in a defined locale. The "mass" has now been
splintered into millions of personal preferences, and these preferences
have replaced common places, which only we ourselves can piece together
on our own. And while search engines and downloads have empowered each of
us to engineer our own, highly individual media experience, it also now
divides and distinguishes us from those all around us. I listen to the
music I download onto my iPod; in the car, I listen only to the music I
select from my XM satellite radio link; I pick the political commentary
that matches mine to download onto my podcast network; I order my movies
from Netflix to view at home whenever it’s convenient; and I can select
and scan as many blogs, foreign newspapers, and net agglomerators as my
eyeballs can handle. That means every digital bit of information and
entertainment that I sop up is exactly and only what I have picked for
myself. This is becoming the model for everyone.
It all sounds empowering, this ultimate expression of "me-ness."
There is choice, there is depth, there are no real limits—and it’s
always on. We’re just one click from our personal nirvana. And our credit
cards are already logged into our computer to instantly gratify our next
impulse purchase.
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