Blogging has been light for three reasons. One is that I am finding it hard to shake last week's cold off. No, it is not flu of any kind but a bad and lasting cold can be debilitating, too.
Secondly, life seems to be filled with existential doubts. Put another way, I am experiencing what John Buchan calls frowstiness. His characters fall prey to this periodically, sometimes going as far as doubting whether what they do is of any use to anyone at all. Sir Edward Leithen is particularly given to this mild form of accidie, as I found myself remembering in the last few days, while re-reading the adventures.
Thirdly, I have managed to get hold of Glenn Reynolds's "An Army of Davids", a book that did extremely well on the other side of the Pond but was not, naturally enough, published here. After all, it deals with completely new and hard to predict developments in politics, economics and society in general. I bought it in a charity shop, complete with a bookmark from the wonderful New York second-hand bookshop, Strand.
The book is as good as one would expect from the author of Instapundit, but it has raised some gloomy thoughts about Britain and, in particular, about the blogosphere. Unlike our American cousins and allies we seem to have achieved very little. Worse, we have allowed the blogosphere to become an outlet of the big media. As one looks around at the most-read and most-commented-on blogs, they are, with very few exceptions, part of already existing media outlets: BBC, Guardian, Telegraph, Spectator et al.
Other successful bloggers are also turning themselves into journalists. That would not matter - revolving doors might be a good idea if they retained their blogging identity. But they spend a good deal of their time having conversations with the big media bloggers. The take-over some of us, independent bloggers, feared a couple of years ago, has actually taken place.
That is a most depressing thought. It is time to rethink the situation.