Joy Lo Dico

Immigration angst arrives on the doorsteps of the middle classes

May 11th, 2012

Independent on Sunday

London estate agents are hiring French-speaking staff to prepare for a flood of well-heeled Gallic buyers

As François Hollande ascends to the Elysée Palace with a pledge to raise the top rate of tax to 75 per cent, top-notch London estate agents are preparing for a new flood of enquiries from our well-heeled Gallic neighbours looking for a way out. Advertisements have been appearing for French-speaking staff and one agency, Douglas & Gordon, is opening a dedicated French branch in South Kensington this summer.

Add to this another spasm of émigrés from the renewed political turmoil in Greece, and the continued popularity of our capital for the Russian and, increasingly, Chinese rich and super-rich, and London, in sharp contrast to the rest of the UK, has become one of the most expensive melting pots in the world.

Immigration to London is an old story. Over the past 60 years, it has brought hundreds of thousands from the Caribbean, Bangladesh, Poland and, most recently, Somalia. However, those travellers arrived largely on the doorstep of the working and lower middle classes, who felt the discomforts – the shortages in housing and school places, their neighbourhoods changing and the sense that their jobs were under threat from cheaper labour. It was a problem that the more prosperous, who prided themselves on open minds and open doors when it came to the foreigners who joined the working class, could read about in the newspapers without any significant impact on their own lives. But it may now be the time when the middle classes begin to feel those discomforts, too.

The trouble is we’ve already seen the film

May 6th, 2012

Independent on Sunday

Review: Dial M for Murdoch from Tom Watson and Martin Hickman

The Wapping dispute ended in 1987 with Rupert Murdoch defeating the unions, and the revenge of the left would take nearly a quarter of a century.

It finally came last July, when news broke that the phone of the murdered schoolgirl Milly Dowler had been hacked. In the following weeks, the News of the World was closed down, the Metropolitan Police was decimated by resignations, the Commons collectively moved against Rupert Murdoch’s takeover of BSkyB, and the Prime Minister David Cameron felt the heat for having hired the former NOTW editor, Andy Coulson, as his spin doctor.

Misbehaving in the library

April 22nd, 2012

Independent on Sunday

Review: All in a Don’s Day, By Mary Beard

The life of a classics academic is hardly an obvious route into the public arena, and Mary Beard has surprised herself as much as anyone else by becoming a household name. Her second BBC series on the ancient world began last week, and coincides with the publication of a second volume of her collected A Don’s Life blog entries, originally written for the Times Literary Supplement, of which she is the classics editor.

Why does it get dark at night?

April 15th, 2012

Independent on Sunday

Review: Paradox: The Nine Greatest Enigmas in Science, By Professor Jim Al-Khalili

Why does it get dark at night? It’s a simple question, but the answer has taken astronomers half a millennium of groping in the black skies to find. The question is not about the rotation of the Earth but about starlight, and as telescopes expanded, along with theories of the universe, so too did what became known as Olbers’ paradox.

How to make your fortune

March 25th, 2012

Independent on Sunday

Review: Luck by Ed Smith

Just as Ed Smith joined Kent County Cricket Club in 1999, the team decided to professionalise itself. Along with a new practice regime that included 50 extra catches a day, the team’s management banned the word “luck”. No longer, as you left the pavilion padded-up, could your team-mates wish you “good luck”; nor could they say “bad luck” to soften the blow when the opposing bowler worked his magic.

Kneeling Towards Riyadh

March 12th, 2012

Guernica Magazine

For the British Museum, the preservers of cultural history, to omit items from an exhibition about the Hajj is at best negligent.

Hajj for Daily.jpgPhotograph via Flickr by Al Jazeera English.

In 1979 around 400 armed fundamentalists led by Jahayman Uteybi pulled out their guns and laid siege to the Grand Mosque in Mecca. It was November 20, the last days of that year’s Hajj, the pilgrimage to Mecca, and while many of the million visitors had packed up and left, thousands remained within the grounds, praying, sleeping, talking.

Saudi forces, incapable of dislodging the fundamentalists from the city’s underground tunnels, had to call on the expertise of French elite units to break the deadlock. By the time the siege ended two weeks later, the walls of the Grand Mosque were pockmarked with bullets holes, and the ground ran with blood and entrails. The Saudis declared afterwards that 127 of their armed forces had been killed, 117 of the rebels and 26 of the civilians. Independent observers put the death toll at more like 1,000.

That the incident has been excised from school textbooks in Saudi Arabia is unsurprising—the kingdom is hardly one that embraces open criticism. That the siege of Mecca was not mentioned in the new exhibition about the Hajj at the British Museum was rather more surprising.

The Hajj exhibition, which opened at the end of January is an ambitious and impressive one, charting two millenia of the history of Mecca as a destination for pilgrims, even before Mohammed. Processions across North Africa in the Middle Ages, present day pilgrims jetting in from across the world in their millions, the rituals around the sacred Ka’ba, the cube at the centre of the Grand Mosque, all work into a grand narrative, well-told as one would expect from the British Museum, home to Britain’s national collection of antiquities. It is soul-stirring stuff.

But the omissions from the exhibition tell another story. The Hajj exhibition is utterly lacking in contention, quite a feat since at its heart lies Saudi Arabia and Islam.

The Shallows: What the Internet is Doing to Our Brains, By Nicholas Carr

September 22nd, 2010

Independent on Sunday

When Nicholas Carr begins his new book – a dissection of the internet’s effect on the modern mind – by bringing up Socrates, you can read his naked ambition. This will not be another survey of the megalith that is Google or an investigation of the breakdown of social relationships since the advent of Facebook. No, Carr is going to write about all human knowledge in a mere 300 pages.

Get your brain in gear: Pop philosophy is taking over the bookshops

August 22nd, 2010

Independent on Sunday

Sitting on many a bookshelf gathering dust is that old staple, Bertrand Russell’s 900-page A History of Western Philosophy. Published in 1945, it was one of the few books which aimed to open up philosophy to the masses. By turns opinionated and obscure, fluid and even amusing, it was in its day a commercial success and an oddity.

Today, however, booksellers devote whole stands to popular philosophy, and this autumn alone sees a wave of new releases headed to the shelves. There is Philosophy Bites by David Edmonds and Nigel Warburton (OUP, £9.99), a series of bite-sized interviews with philosophers taken from the authors’ podcast series. If bite-sized, 10-minute reads are not brief enough, there is 30-Second Philosophies, compiled by Barry Loewer (Icon, £12.99), a beautiful, graphically illustrated guide to the movers and shakers in the past two millennia of thinking. Meanwhile, Wiley-Blackwell, a US publisher, has produced a series of books – meditations of sorts – under the banner of “Philosophy for Everyone”, on subjects as various as cycling, gardening, motherhood and pornography. And the great moral philosopher Simon Blackburn has brought out a volume of essays, unmissable for its title alone: Practical Tortoise Raising.

This pile of paper cannot help but make one think: when did we start reading so much popular philosophy? Pop-science and “think” books of the Malcolm Gladwell or Freakonomics school, jaunty theses about social science, probability and economics, now regularly pepper the bestseller lists. The ever-popular self-help genre continues to offer an easily digestible diet of light behavioural science and psychology, with big returns for publishers. But surely philosophy – the study of unanswerable questions – cannot be packaged the same way?

Murdoch is right

June 23rd, 2010

Prospect Magazine

Rupert Murdoch and his team at the Times and the Sunday Times have laid down their challenge to consumers of information: if you value good journalism, pay for it. After a free trial period, access to both papers’ websites now costs £1 a day or £2 a week. I’m in the front of the queue to type in my Visa number, but I fear I’m almost alone. One might expect to see journalists’ and writers’ unions there, along with commentators and editors applauding a proprietor who places a value on their profession. Yet the reaction among these groups ranges from non-committal to outright hostile.

From bare breasts in the Sun, through the battle of Wapping and the launch of Sky TV, Rupert Murdoch has few friends in the labour movement or the liberal establishment. There are already claims that plans to bundle the Times paywall together with Sky subscriptions is the latest move in a campaign to undermine the BBC. But one should not confuse the idea of paying for content with distaste for one media mogul. Newspapers have suffered a decade of falling circulation and job losses. If Murdoch’s model works, it’s a solution for much of what ails the industry.

Yet the National Union of Journalists (NUJ) withholds support. Its vice president, Donnacha DeLong, rejects the idea that journalism is in a similar situation to the music industry when, a few years ago, musicians’ unions backed paid services such as iTunes over free file-sharing sites such as Napster. DeLong says journalists, unlike singers, are not paid for each piece of work, so such a model won’t necessarily benefit the NUJ’s members.

Commentators are hardly clamouring to praise Murdoch either. Nick Davies, who in his 2008 book Flat Earth News decried a culture of “churnalism”—a skeleton staff of news reporters rewriting press releases to fill their pages—thinks the paywall may be the ruination of the Times: “There is likely to be a huge migration to the Guardian and the BBC, and the Times will lose much of its advertising.” He believes that other cross-subsidy models are a better bet.

It’s not just economics that Murdoch is battling, but also the wider web ethos of “free”: the idea that the internet should be an Eden where knowledge can be exchanged without a price attached. It has vocal champions among journalists. Former New Yorker and Vanity Fair editor Tina Brown, who has given up print to run the Daily Beast website, recently said she admired Murdoch for his print nous, but didn’t believe he understood the internet. Michael Wolff, a Vanity Fair writer and Murdoch biographer, thinks the paywall will expose how little value readers attach to commentators like Rod Liddle, or indeed himself. (He underestimates his pulling power—I’ve subscribed to Vanity Fair for three years just for his articles.)

The concept of “free,” though, is something of a charade. We already pay in many different ways. We start off having to spend £500 on a laptop (£1,000 if you are an Apple cultist) and a broadband connection, before quickly entering in the commercial playgrounds of iTunes and Amazon. We Brits also pay the BBC a licence fee of £145.50 annually, which funds its hugely successful website. And then there’s the invisible payment system where you hand over your personal data, email address and film-viewing habits used for levering-up rates for targeted advertising. The Financial Times uses this in its “freemium” model, through which you get some articles for free in return for registering your details. All this—yet we still demand good journalism for nothing.

You can argue that the new Times website isn’t up to much, that the charging model is primitive, that you don’t want to do business with Murdoch, or that you can get your news for “free” elsewhere. But what can’t be disputed, as a result of this unwillingness to pay, is that high quality, public-interest journalism is in crisis.

The newspaper arm of the Guardian Media Group, Guardian News & Media, which publishes the Guardian and Observer, was losing £100,000 a day last autumn, and posted operating losses of £34.4m for the year to March. It has let over 200 staff go to balance the books. The Guardian’s editor Alan Rusbridger has rejected paywalls, with GMG indulging in acrobatic finance deals to raise money. But is this how we want our media? A future in which a loss-making Times survives only by cross-subsidy from the right-wing Fox News is hardly attractive. We could cross our fingers for the Evening Standard, which went free last year and is on the verge of profit—providing the advertising market blows in its favour. Or we could go for a newspaper “club” model—like the new Guardian project, where you pay for invites to special events and offers of reduced-priced organic porridge.

If I’m going to pay, I’d rather pay upfront for news, not porridge. There is nothing cleaner than a financial transaction between a reader and a news organisation—be it a licence fee or via a paywall. Consider the Guardian. It has 30m unique users on its website each month. If 100,000 paid a daily fee of £1, the paper would be in profit. If 1m paid, online readers would be the biggest contributor to its finances.

If Murdoch fails, so be it. But if news organisations can’t make enough money—as they have failed to in the past decade—producers and consumers of journalism suffer. So regardless of objections to Murdoch, there is every reason to hope that his scheme works—and you should support his paywalls on your blog, with your tweets and, most importantly, your credit cards.

Indeed, I would go further than that: if no one is asking you to pay for something you value, you should ask them to. Write to the editor of your chosen paper and ask for a mechanism to fund the online journalism you so value. Only then will you get the journalism you want.

Beatrice and Virgil, by Yann Martel

May 30th, 2010

Independent on Sunday

If you write a novel about yourself, stuffed animals and the Holocaust, as Yann Martel has, you wouldn’t expect an easy ride from the critics. “Misconceived and offensive”, “lifeless” and written with “self-preening admiration” are but some of the insults hurled at this new novel by the international press.

Martel was always going to struggle to equal the success of Life of Pi, his fabulist novel from 2001 about a boy adrift in a boat with a tiger. Though not loved by all, many damning it as “literature lite”, it still won the Booker and sold millions. Beatrice and Virgil certainly has ambition – perhaps to justify the $3m advance Martel is said to have received for it – in its mission to write about how one writes about the Holocaust. Does it fail? Yes; but only if you want it to.

Joy Lo Dico