History and Journalism ...
Tucher has some intuitions of where new lines of distinction between the historians and the journalists may lie."A generation's worth of changes in the way historians and journalists do their jobs has brought them so close together that the differences between their books sometimes seem notional, even anecdotal, to be summed up in a few generalizations — some of them, clearly, gross," says Tucher.
Historians tend to have more endnotes, journalists more acknowledgements. Historians are the hedgehogs who know one big thing, journalists the foxes who know many things. Historians locate themselves within and draw upon (or argue with) a community of scholarship; journalists parachute in and take everyone out to lunch. Historians are freer from the pressures of the marketplace; journalists are freer to make the bestseller list. The darkest temptation of the historian is plagiarism; of the journalist, fabrication. The historians are the ones most skittish about using the first-person singular. The journalists are the ones most sunburned on the nose.You can argue with a number of those generalizations. There've been major examples of both fabrication and plagiarism by both journalists and historians. Major scandals at CBS and the New York Times involved both failures to acknowledge and failure of critical distance on sources.
Or, when I think of comparable titles on the civil rights movement, the literature I know best, I tend to contrast David Garrow's Bearing the Cross with Taylor Branch's Parting the Waters or Mills Thornton's Dividing Lines with Diane McWhorter's Carry Me Home. When I do that, the business about"historians are the hedgehogs who know one big thing, journalists the foxes who know many things" falls apart completely. If you want massive detail, accurately rendered, read the historians, Garrow and Thornton. If you want to learn how to tell a cracking good yarn, often rendered as the journalist thinks things ought to have been, read Branch and McWhorter.
That difference, says Tucher, is real; and he cites Columbia journalism dean Nicholas Lemann and Princeton historian Robert Darnton in defense of their respective fields."Historians try to pose a really interesting problem or contribute to the debate in a field," says Lemann."But it's striking how little professional historians know about how to tell a popular story. They think ‘popular' means ‘picking a good topic.' They don't see that storytelling is a learned skill; they don't see that's what the nonprofessionals are doing." Historians may recognize the appeal of a good yarn, but they use it differently, says Darnton. He notes"a surge of academic interest in what he calls ‘incident analysis,' in which the historian starts with the sort of dramatic event any journalist would grab in a minute — a crime, a disaster, a dramatic imposture, or, as Darnton himself once did, the ‘great cat massacre' by roistering apprentices in eighteenth-century Paris — and ‘uses the narrative material to argue a case, one where an interpretive problem is at stake'...
The emphasis is on developing the thesis and sustaining the argument with adequate documentation. Indeed"narrative skill takes second place, if it figures at all.Darnton is right about a certain kind of history -- I'd call it thesis-driven history, but my colleague, Tim Burke, would step in here and thump me on the head again for talking about red herrings -- and, yet, Darnton misses a point to be made in defense of a less fashionable, bread-and-butter way of doing history. That is, an insistence on accuracy of detail. Put your finger on any page of Branch's stunning narratives and I'll find you an error; on some pages, they are so important as to stand reality on its head. Despite the Michael Bellesiles of the profession, there is something about a historian's greater sense of distance from the subject that lends itself to an insistence on accuracy. And there is something about a journalist's proximity to the sources that lends itself to corruption. If you don't believe that, track Judith Miller's reportage in the lead-up to the war in Iraq or read Jack Shafer's piece for Slate on the relationship between Henry Kissinger and the major journalists of the 1970s. It's just bloody depressing how sycophantic they could be. There's a major story to be told there that reverses Tucher's title:"Whose Past is the Turf?"
But the journalist's professional conditioning to look for the good story, says Darnton, raises its own questions. Journalistic storytelling has a ‘stylized quality, which can be a disadvantage as well as an advantage. By that I mean a tendency to look for a lead instead of an argument, to hype things, overuse colorful quotes, and exaggerate the importance of personal quirks.'
But, finally, says Tucher, there's another problem with the journalists' instinct: an inadequate sense of what distinguishes a headline story of the day -- a Gary Condit saga or a"Mission Accomplished" banner -- from a story of longer term significance."The distinction most worth exploring between history and daily journalism," says Tucher,
is neither professional nor temporal but teleological. History can have endings, and most journalism does not. Even though we know in our hearts that history is never really finished, that each new generation reinterprets the past in ways that make sense for its own particular present, narratives of the past can offer what daily journalism almost always cannot: the illusion, at least, of completion. Even though there's no odometer that clicks over from"now" to"then," the lengthening distance between event and interpreter can bring a certain clarity of vision, as can new evidence, a shifted perspective, or someday, perhaps, even a cooler look at that dusty old archive of oral histories about 9/11. Even though the arc of any historical narrative is arbitrary — stopping with V-J Day makes a vastly different story than stopping with the Berlin airlift — writers of history have a luxury denied the daily journalist: the hindsight to choose an endpoint rather than just waiting for it to come along.There is, he argues, a"widespread and irresistible ... idea that there exists some final reckoning, some great arbiter that will coolly render the verdict of the ages, Olympian and infallible, and, no doubt, enshrined within a nice strong binding with gilt lettering on the spine." Let the people say: Amen.