Anxious Amsterdam

May 18th, 2005

I visited a friend in Amsterdam yesterday and — despite the enduring beauty of the city — had a rather disquieting experience.

Partly it was the discussion I had with my friend. He’s a distinguished economist, a friend from my Davos days. And he was gloomy about the current course of the world. He sees the US increasingly influenced by evangelical groups, wholly alien to a liberal European perspective. Latin America, after some signs of promise in the ’90s, is slipping back to dangerous populism, personified by Hugo Chavez. Continental Europe is sclerotic. And Africa should be a scar on all of our consciences, but is hardly thought about by most of us.

Europe was a particular worry. I’d taken the metro to his neighborhood and been shocked by the ’80s-era NY graffiti covering every carriage. It looked horrible and my friend told me he no longer feels safe taking the metro in his home city. What’s happened to easy-going, tolerant Amsterdam?

It gets worse from his perspective. He recently attended a presentation of the latest Shell scenarios. His question to Shell’s CEO: have you considered the problem of localized chaos in western Europe? He envisages destablizing riots in France, Belgium and the Netherlands in the not-so-distant future. He thought it was a good time to be heading for Berkeley. “Here in Europe,” he reflected, “we’re no where near understanding the nature of a multicultural society.”

It was a sunny day on the canals, but I left with images of dark times ahead.

Getting back on track

May 18th, 2005

I arrived back from Australia feeling both jet-lagged (understandable) and very much under the weather, which is highly unusual for me. I don’t know what bug I had, but it’s still working it’s way through my system and I’m still not 100 per cent.

Which is a partial explanation for the lack of posting.

The main thing I planned to write upon my return was a reflection on how valuable it had been for me to concentrate on a biggish piece of writing — that Deakin speech — after too much time writing far shorter things, whether they are blog posts or journalistic articles. I know in the big scheme of things, 6,000 words isn’t Ulysses, but it had been a while since I wrote over 3,000 words and there is a step change that is required.

It’s not that I just can waffle through 3,000 words (although I can). I’d like to think my 3,000-word pieces, or 1,500 worders, are well thought through and well written. But for the Deakin lecture I needed to think through a range of issues that I had only dealt with anecdotally before that. For me, that proved an enjoyable and useful exercise.

So a personal resolution: carve out time for occasional bigger writing projects. I’ll post the sporadic results here.