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a philosophy of recollection or of the internet as an immense recollection machine life reunites with itself only in the separate world of memories, melancholically.
” At its core, this book is an intellectual version of hits blunt "bruh", But all about the internet and its pervasiveness, And I loved it. 其实就是随着我们对于互联网的依赖我们需要面对两种恐惧一种是有一天你生命中以数字形式存在的东西可能会突然消失你未完成的稿件亲人去世后拍下的蔚蓝的天空早晨海水雾气里的城市炫目的日光另一种恐惧来自你的所有个人生活的痕迹总是被互联网诚实地记录着这些记录永远可以被找到但你要接受全方位的监控一丝不挂作者觉得前者更恐怖因为他已经预见了后者的必然来临 I am surprised to see this is not more famous on Goodreads, This is a very important book, It is about how digital tech changes the way we process and remember information and about our reasons for caring whether we process and remember it.
It reminds me of, of, of, something I read about a year ago with a lightcolored cover in one of my ereader apps, I cannot remember the title or author, I have to look it up in my Goodreads: sitelinkThe FourDimensional Human: Ways of Being in the Digital World by Laurence Scott, "read: Jul,.
" glancing at the reviews for this book, it appears it has not found its audience in english at least, this is a really playful amp meaty text with a clear sebaldian lineage, we need more lucid internet writing like this, I quite enjoyed Maël Renouard's collection of ruminations on memory and art in the age of the internet, Renouard writes in that approachableyetintellectual tone that can sometimes disguise some of the more banal ideas presented here as something a bit more profound but in terms of an academic/public intellect writing about emergent technologies, Renouard still has a remarkably high batting average.
He is great at pushing us to confront the possibilities that may develop as our collective and individual memory becomes increasingly digitized, This is a series of chapters, consideration, bricolage, thoughts, ruminations, and essays

within the broader book about memory in the age of internet, It's at times a kind of meditations and variations on a theme, some precise thoughts on specific topics, almost a kind of autofiction, and many many referential moments.
It's the kind of book that I often myself agreeing with, but also at times asking myself, is this good Is this anything Over all I would say what this book sets out to do is chart the parameters of the question: how has humanity and human capacity for knowledge, memory, and existence of self of mind changed, adapted to, been manipulated by the increasingly rapid development of the internet as a technology, as a medium, as a tool, and as a new mode of existence.
Renouard is about my age, so our frames of reference for both the space of time being narrated here and for the seminal moments in our lives line up pretty well.
He is in university dealing with the changes in technology far outpacing the morals and ethics of research and writing, and his own sense of youth and morality working at about the same time my would have been.
So a lot of our observations and questions are similar, but too often his feel shallowly explored,

There's a lot of insight here, but almost no rigor, This is NOT Neil Postman and that's both good and bad, So while there's no false sense of solving this problem good! you can't solve an unsolvable problem, if this is one there's no really charting out the full territory or anything approaching.
When it comes down to it, a lot of the book is: here's a thing that changed really quickly, right So I wanted more exploration, and while that lack did make me begin to think more about things, I wanted this book to do a little more of that lifting.
he makes a mistake on pagewhen he references the movie Traficthe movie hes actually referencing is a different movie by the same director, Playtime by Jacques Tati.
kind of funny given how much of the book is about memory and its fickleness in the modern world and even funnier given the fact that both of those movies are about the nature of nostalgia and memory in the modern world AND EVEN FUNNIER given the fact that later in the book he recounts a whole anecdote where he kept confusing one movie experience with another There are authors.
There are texts. There are readers. And there are translators. What is a translator, and what is their role Does the ideal translator see what the author sees and place themselves “in the place of the author in order to rewrite the text in another language as if it had been written in it in the first place” Moreover, what is a text, and what is the role of text in our ultraconnected, internetsaturated society What, indeed, is the role of memory and of our individual brains and thoughts To participate in this inquiry, check out Fragments of an Infinite Memory by Maël Renouarditself a work in translation.
Question whether “we are on a firmly established, welltraveled path” of history and civilization and progress or “simply following our own ever more numerous tracks,” whether its possible anymore to forget or to be forgotten, whether it ever was, or whether “what has once been thought is never utterly lost, even when it no longer possesses a material inscription.
” At times this felt like the inane ramblings of a pompous academic scrutinizing banal trivialities with an unnecessary, lazerfocused intensity,
But that's not fair, The internet has infiltrated and shaped every aspect of life, for those of us in certain countries and priveliged economic positions, so it's useful to examine it philosophically.

I don't agree with everything the author writes, He's an atheist who believes in the possibility of uploading human consciousness onto computers in the future, heaven without any responsibility, But this isn't a text that tries to convince the reader of anything, it's just meant to track the writer's process of conceptualizing the human condition in an intermetera context.
Many times while reading this nervy essay, I found myself wanting to dismiss it as an aimless contemplation of an increasingly detached reality, Part of me cannot deny that Maël Renouard's book is, at times, indeed aimless, but eventually I stopped anticipating some conclusive remedy for this particular brand of existential crisis.
Renouard raises the "issue," so to speak, and that's good enough,

As I mentioned in updating my progress for Fragments of an Infinite Memory, I skipped over literally six pages of real YouTube comments that Renouard inexplicably feels the need to include in his writing.
In a similar manner, some of his musings can be a bit tedious, but overall Renouard writes so well and bravo to Peter Behrman de Sinéty for his brilliant translation that his sheer prose often lulled me into a specific catatonia one of admiration that I haven't experienced since, say, Sartre.


French intelligentsia: it's just so different from beyond American or even British thinking I always have to wait for several dozens of pages before I'm fully immersed amp settled into the tenebrous mindset of Continental erudition.
For some reason I thought Renouard was just a journalist, but he's a bona fide essayist amp philosopher who grandiloquently confronts some fleeting, nebulous problems that rightfully give him pause.


If you're not into the "streamofconsciousness" style of writing, then I would skip this book, Renouard's chapters certainly come with central, topical themes, such as the question of anonymity, the expendable image, the anxieties of social media, but Renouard explores these themes in very roundabout ways that eventually come together in the end a formalistic tactic that embodies his very thesis, i.
e. , that the internet amp the neverending archive are turning our minds into mush,

This book makes me want to log off the internet and experience life as it should be, as it once was experienced without the need for documentation, with an urgent appreciation for its viscera.


Lastly, don't come into this book expecting statistics or scientific testing that measures cognitive capabilities, This book is none of that, It is anecdotal, it is curious, and it prods at something inconspicuously dreadful,./i think the book might be good but i wasnt the target audience for it so i didnt enjoy it, It took me months to get through because i couldn't find it captivating enough but i feel like maybe if i came back to this book likeyears later i might enjoy it.
Interesting a bit much a bit thin/"It's becoming impossible to pass away, " Aphorisms, anecdotes, allegories, day dreams, night dreams, and fictional sketches all reflecting on how the internet has changed our lives, our daily patterns, and even the way we form our thoughts.
Some of it is incredibly thoughtful and good, but other parts not so much, But, well, that's how it goes,.rounded up togleaned bits of insight about our relationship with the Internet, Some of his musings might seem commonsensical but Renouard phrases them so simply yet poetically that it's such a pleasure to read, The format of the book is a bit muddling though, each chapter is a series of thoughts connected to one idea, and read like someone's very well crafted bedside journal.
He also makes a lot of references to literature, philosophy, films, and history, which might be a bit too much to take in for the casual reader.
Personally took a while to get through the sheer amount of content, But was definitely worth a read I feel a tad smarter now, Maël Renouard is a novelist, essayist, and translator, He has taught philosophy at the Sorbonne and the École Normale Supérieure on the rue dUlm, of which he is a graduate, Betweenand, he worked as a speechwriter for the prime minister of France, His novella La Réforme de lopéra de Pékin The Reform of the Peking Opera received the Prix Décembre in, and his novel LHistoriographe du royaume The Historiographer of the Kingdom was named a finalist for thePrix Goncourt.
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