typing out loud
Occasionally I’ll just go hog wild with the magazines.
Heaped before me at the moment are fresh copies of
Eye, Frieze, How, CMYK,
Print, Step, and I.D.
Good Lord! But wait a moment...did I say
“magazines?”
I had a teacher in college who referred to Rolling
Stone – quite often, as a matter of fact
– as a “journal.” He was a professor in
the Department of American Studies who specialized in
popular culture, so to him, the periodical was a legitimate
subject for scholarly investigation. His issues, which
dated to the early 1970s, were arranged neatly and in
perfect chronological order on two bookshelves in his
cramped office.
My 22 year-old sensibility invariably found it to be quite
funny – and not a little pathetic – whenever he
brought a copy to class and read from it at length, and my
cynicism led me to question whether my four credits at
$44.50 a pop were a good investment in the liberal arts.
For this was the same magazine to which I
subscribed: A sensationalist, sense-numbing biweekly that
struck me as the Euclidean mean of People, Esquire, and
Life, but lacking the focus of any of these; a confused
jumble of music news, record reviews, and Q&As, with an
investigative report thrown in here and there. Fodder, then,
for the laundromat, the auto repair, or the trashbin,
but certainly not the classroom.
Thirteen years hence, I’ve mellowed considerably, but I still
wonder whether there is some sort of dichotomy that differentiates
journal from magazine, or if printed periodicals lie on more of
a continuum in this regard. Perhaps, more simply, it’s just relative
to the reader. Certain cases are easy to define, of course; you won’t
find Lancet, for example, at the local beauty salon. Bringing the
question much closer to home, which of the several periodicals related
to typography and graphic design are magazines and which are journals?
But is this even a legitimate question to ask? It seems that, before
we attempt an answer, we must distinguish journal from magazine. The latter
is certainly a broader category and would appear to comprise any periodically
printed material that attempts to inform or entertain a more-or-less broad,
nonspecialist audience. Time, Popular Science, and
Q are all magazines by this
definition, and so may be even Science and Nature,
although they perhaps ride the line.
To me, a journal, then, is a periodical whose readership consists almost exclusively
of specialists and whose intent is to advance scholarly investigation of the discipline
to which it is devoted. And herein we come to the second fork in the road, for what
distinguishes scholarly investigation from non-scholarly investigation? Or more generally,
what is scholarship?
Consultation of my Webster’s proves disappointing; a scholar is merely “a learned
person...one who has done advanced study in a special field” and scholarship is
therefore “the character, qualities, or attainments” thereof.
Frustrated, I then ask my wife, who, in the space of two minutes, crafts a definition as
parsimonious and faultless as I could hope for: “The earnest pursuit of understanding as an
end in itself.” Words like expertise, exhaustiveness, and context work their
way into the subsequent discussion; they are all implied, too, of course.
Having established a definition, I nonetheless attempt to poke holes:
Ego: If I have read all of Jane Austen’s novels – novels as fine
as any ever written – and know them well, am I
a scholar?
Alterego: No, I am merely a fan of Jane Austen.
Ego: Hmmm. Okay, if I have read each issue of Rolling Stone over
the past thirty years, and know them all well,
and have attempted to understand the role and function of the magazine – of this genre of literature vis-à-vis
other, similar periodicals as well as relative to popular culture, am I a scholar?
Alterego: Yes, absolutely. This implies studies of comparative literature and of American history –
both perhaps being loosely defined, of course.
Touché, and only thirteen years to come full circle on this. Oh well, chalk one up for the professor.
At this point, I had better confess that I had originally planned to write a little
opinion piece with the aim of persuading you
that really, only one (and you may feel free to guess which) of the aforementioned
design periodicals deserves to be considered
a journal, and that the rest are merely magazines. But all of this fell apart because
I began to worry about definitions. And now I see that this derailment cuts two ways.
In one respect I am more muddled than ever; I must conclude that one
person’s journal is apparently another’s magazine.
Any persuasive attempt ultimately would have been futile; it is indeed relative to the reader.
But in another respect, my notion
is absolutely clear: It is time to do more than feel the paper, look at the
ads, and envy the design competition winners.
I had better get reading, and I had better try to read as much as I can.
06-April 2003