I'm writing two posts. This will be sarcasticy and commentatingy. The second one will actually be wort hreading.
I’ve been mulling over an idea for quite some time about the psychological effect the video game medium has on people and a culture.
Videogames, like braincells, kill frat boys, and alcohol, thusly, loves them both.
they do not offer insight into the mind of another person.
Okay, but whether books or movies even do this, I mean... that whole death of the author thing.
"A narrator should not supply interpretations of his work; otherwise he would not have written a novel, which is a machine for generating interpretations."
Let's consider that. We can't really consider *anything* in a creative work concrete, because FOR it to be concrete there'd have to be some sort of word of god level... explanation. This is why I think death of the author is sort of bullshit.
If a creative work is nothing BUT interpretation, then why even write it in the first place? And if you're intentionally playing with this, then you're going to end up like those Deer Game fucks over at Tale of Tales.
More importantly, if I write a book, and you want to apply "death of the author" to *me*, then I'm going to apply "go fuck yourself with a horse dildo" to *you*. It's my IP and I can say whatever I want to about it.
On the other hand, if the author is staying mum on their own works, then it actually is true, and you have to freely admit that anything you're accepting as canon about a piece of work that is not absolutely, explicit stated, can be and probably is absolutely false. I mean I guess what I'm saying is if you consider death of the author, if a work is nothing but interpretations, can you even say it has any merit? Because what you find meritous might not even been what's intended.
This is why I'm a fan of the "it has a good beat and I can dance to it" school of rock criticism. I don't like seeing games as art. I don't like seeing anything as art. Art is boring and leads to nailing random pieces of garbage to a wall, or that Suda51 game about the hotel of dicks.
Therefore, they only work to further isolate us from the world around us.
There's an essay in a Will Oldham album liner notes (Superwolf. Which is an Oldham/Sweeney collaboration, actually) that takes about how alcohol is inherently isolating, whereas hashish is more of a community experience. Hence, my original metaphor is even better.
I think someone should invent an iPod like device, only you can never listen to your own playlist. Instead, you can only beam it into someone else's machine. You can't do anything BUT share music. And you can like, put your contact info on the songs you send over, so they can get in touch with you. But you can never listen to your own music.
we want to say everything ourselves, and not listen.
Additionally why death of the author is sort of bullshit.
Transcripts of conversations from the 50s offered a lot more instances of individuals responding to each other’s ideas, empathizing with feelings and genuinely interested in listening to what the other person has to say.
This could just be people being less interesting, today. You don't have anything interesting to say, nobody's going to listen to you, and most people don't do anything interesting because instead of hauling ass across the country in a broken car, they do something stupid like going to college.
Of course, everyone believes that they really ARE interesting, even if they aren't.
I myself, am diagnosed with a minor form of aspergers
HOLY SHIT NEWS OF THE CENTURY.
(j/k man. j/k)
Anyway, there's this essay out there, something like 10 reasons why the 20th century is making us miserable. Basically, there's not enough emphasis placed on achieving things, it's WAY too easy to cherrypick your friends and news and whatever else. And the kind of jobs that pay the most aren't usually things you can be passionate about.
So what you're saying is true.
Personally I just play videogames because I really do view them as kid's entertainment and I'm not finding any value in ever growing up.