This little book might be considered a tiny landmark, no let's call it a bookmark in the history of Western man.
Time was just about everything that brought pleasure in this world was said to be bad by authority (the church). Even such harmless things as dancing or getting a little rowdy with too much wine could bring on guilt. One dared not speak of sex! Going to confession to escape guilt was a very common activity in the hope of forgiveness. Agreement was general that only the next world was a good place while this one was laced with traps set by the devil to take a good soul off the straight and narrow path to salvation in the afterlife.
Thank goodness we've left that time behind. And have we ever! Entertainment is now everywhere in a multitude of forms all very enticing leaving a person in a fix about how to spend time. There are critics of popular culture, but they are ignored by a populace that spends billions on everything from video games to movies to cable TV. Fun is the word of the day and would anyone even think of feeling bad about too much entertainment?
There must be a few else who would be interested in this little book that seeks to soothe anyone who feels a tad guilty for pursing leisurely things. We live in Disneyworld now where restraints are gone and those importuning us to have more fun (for a fee) are smiling at us from all sides.
Back in those long gone times of oppressive moral guilt, an author would have appealed to some aspect of religion to soothe it. It might be written that Jesus enjoyed a glass of wine from time to time and that he was all about forgiveness. There'd have to be a moral slant, that you are a better person because of the little pleasures you enjoy now and then.
But these days, science is all and unless one can make some kind of hypothesis about real facts that can be tested and evaluated, there'd be no credibility.
Steven Johnson takes up this challenge, attempting to show that our brains are improved by all the TV watching, the video-gaming, the movie going that we do. Sit on the couch watching Naked and Afraid or bend over the Xbox controller with Red Dead Redemption II and you're beefing up your brain without even realizing it! He cautions that you shouldn't spend your life playing Final Fantasy or watching reruns of The Simpsons, just as the ancient Greeks said, everything in moderation, nothing to excess. Point taken.
The book isn't long, but it does take patience to wade through the examples he gives of scenes from West Wing or Hill Street Blues that he believes challenge our thinking processes. I Love Lucy was just plain silly compared to the deep plots and complicated action we now follow. While we've been enjoying the ride all along, these shows are pulling us on to ever greater mental ability as they get more complicated. He's eager to report that IQ scores have been steadily improving, surely our immersion in popular culture has been responsible, no? It's just not right to claim we've been dumbed down.
I've spent some time reporting on a book I give only two stars. I do so because he ignores glaring problems with immersion in entertainment that dwarf the supposed mental improvement that comes from media stimulation.
If you do anything other than stare at a wall, you are going to get better at it and the parts of your brain involved with what you do will develop. Whether this is meaningful and can be transferred to other things you do is open to question. I'm sure you've seen the drawings of the brain that show the size of the different parts in proportion to the work they do. The tongue and lips get lots of territory because we use them so intensively. These days, the neural territory claimed by the thumb must be growing daily due to smartphone use!
I ride a bicycle, often after dark when I might just be out for a ride or possibly going for groceries. It's scary. Not because I'm afraid of the dark but because I pass house after house where there is a huge flat screen flashing pretty colors. I know that in front of all those screens are people, each possessing the most amazing mental organ known, passively watching what is presented to them, something which they have voluntarily turned on to the exclusion of all the other things they could be doing. House after house after house. Why not, aren't there hundreds of channels, DVD's, streaming services?
Steven Johnson tells us they are all improving their minds without thinking, I would say probably many of them are seeking not to think as they watch after a day's work. Surely they are thinking less than if they were working on a project in the basement. Thinking less than if they took a walk around the block, where they might meet a neighbor if TV news hadn't convinced everyone that sidewalks at night are dangerous. Thinking less than if they were conversing with each other about the need to do something about all the problems pressing in on us, instead of banishing thought watching the endless cornucopia of video that covers more and more of the wall as flat screens get bigger and bigger.
Religion may have been an opium of the people but it can't begin to compare with video. Many, way too many Americans are in dire straits, strung out on opioids, deep in debt, fearful of their fellow citizens, afraid of job loss or a medical bill. You'd think they might be out in the streets making a fuss for change, but each night it's back on the couch with remote in hand. That's a terrible misuse of the brain, choosing inaction when action is so needed. Joe Public has little but at least he can watch the rich, beautiful and famous in full color and accept what he is told that has no bearing on his neighborhood as "the news."
I play video games. They're fun. They may be building my hand-eye coordination and I am sure I am getting better with my Xbox controller. I travel in fantastic realms, the scenery is breathtaking in The Witcher 3 to the extent that I sometimes stop killing things and just enjoy looking around at beautiful fields of flowers waving in the virtual breeze backed by towering snow capped mountains (while the real world is imperiled). Dialog and characters really are getting more interesting. The magical power I have at my fingertips is AWESOME! But it's all make believe and I'm learning about pointless things. My intense curiosity won't settle for it. I want real world knowledge, I seek wisdom that can never be imparted by fantasies in which one can never die, one can never lose (just start again and again until you succeed or check the Internet) and where one can get bored, yes that terrible thing that once was always ready to strike but can now be kept forever at bay by endless distraction, endless amusement that requires zero mental investment, even if parts of the brain are stimulated.
Don't bother with this book. Instead, take up drawing, take up hiking, take up public speaking, teach yourself fully about just one single major issue that faces us so you can speak about it with knowledge rather than empty opinion. Entertainment is fine but it isn't life and it is a tremendous time killer with psychological research, viewer studies and high tech advances directed toward luring you in.
If you feel a bit guilty for indulging in all the things that are offered you at great reward to those offering it, you should. Be the fish that has misgivings about the bait. Hold the fabulous world of popular culture at a distance when it sits right in your living room, an insidious kaleidoscope, the opposite of a stimulant to the intellect, dangerous to your mind for offering vicarious action to passivity, something Steven Johnson all but brushes aside.