The book opens with a warning about information pollution. If languages have states of health, sick or well, then ours is manic . Data is not a galaxy, rather, it is the eighth plague. Infomania retards rather than accelerates wisdom . To them, information is no neo-natural environment we move about in, it's an avalanche bearing down on us.
Writers grow prolix.
The prose is profuse, garbled, torturously disorganized. Pages are becoming more difficult to read. Reams of paper pour out unedited streams of consciousness . But he proposes no diet, like the distinction between primary and secondary texts made by George Steiner in Real Presences . The computer is a machine that cannot be turned off, just like auditory space.