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Ambiguous constructions

14/12/2017

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Let's keep this brief. It's a Friday, the Christmas break is looming up at the end of next week, and the early Spring Clean is well under way in this household. Global warming, no doubt. This time of year, this year, feels more than usually like an opportunity to step back - this enforced break of a couple of weeks in the year, I mean, before we all go out to watch the fireworks -  and to walk along the beach, think, review, furtively dam a stream and build a sandcastle, contemplate, meditate, drink and eat, let go for a while. And apply the Hoover to the stair carpet, which is next on my agenda.
     Maybe sometimes it just is an opportunity to step back, et cetera. There were several enthusiastic explanations of the term "constructive ambiguity" on the airwaves last week. There was a breakthrough in the glitch-up negotiations over the Northern Ireland/Eire border, apparently, so we can all go on to talk about UK/EU trade now. The inspired use of "constructive ambiguity", we were told without any guile or irony, has enabled the opposing sides to read into the agreed NI/Eire terms whatever they want them to contain. So if you think about it, there's no breakthrough, just both sides pretending to believe that they've got what they want.
     One certainty, for whenever, is that any eventual UK/EU trade deal will be greeted by both sides claiming to have got what they want. "Constructive ambiguity" was Henry Kissinger's term, wasn't it, and what's great about nowadays is that we can move forward with absolutely everybody knowing, agreeing and even broadcasting that this is only a pretended breakthrough - isn't it great? No? Be quiet. Twenty-eight nations negotiated that breakthrough, the EU twenty-seven and the UK, and in the modern style, they went beyond the eleventh hour, the last moment, negotiating through the night, up to the wire, crashing the pips, running on fumes, more and more coffee, et cetera, blah, blah, into the following week - which has about as much dramatic impact as a monster movie where they show you the monster from the outset, but never mind.
     Twenty-eight nations. Imagine a world in which it was possible to leave cross-border trade talks to the traders, councillors, shoppers on either side of the border in question. People who knew each other, who traded every day. Disaster! Imagine the unemployment in the Chancelleries of Europe*, if we left people to do their own negotiating.

*The Chancelleries of Europe by Alan Palmer was first published by Allen & Unwin in 1983, and was - is - a study of the high-level negotiating bodies that ruled Europe until all their constructive diplomacy finally ran into the mud of the First World War.

I've only recently discovered Alt Text, or at least thought about it as an opportunity to put in a few more words. This is the shoreline at the King Harry Ferry, Feock side.
It's morning in Cornwall. Actually, it's raining at the moment, but let's not worry about details. Constructive ambiguity enables us to agree that this is our picture for today.

My digital radio was struck by lightning the other day. About six in the evening, loud bang, bright flash, the radio died. Nothing else, just the radio. My first thought was: what a pity that didn't happen during the pre-news ad about "giving the gift of digital", or some such phrase. Narrative truth almost requires a re-ordering of the facts, but no - it was a few minutes after the ad. And no, the radio didn't die. Services weren't available for a while, but they were there when I tried it later. I wonder if The Great Editor In The Sky is trying to tell me something - and if so, what?
     Cue speculative daydream: in any story about the supernatural, or the "I believe there's more", or the conventionally religious, whether it's fictional or factual (sic), the "other side" always has a great deal of difficulty getting through. Why? What are these boundaries and why are they/would they be there? It's consistent, this difficulty, across all storytelling, so I imagine there's a reason more substantive than, say, "thick fog in the Channel".
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