Pandora's inbox: Email has transformed from convenience to burden as the world drowns in information

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A half-century before the invention of email, T. S. Eliot asked, "Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?"

If he were alive today, contemplating an electronic inbox on a flickering computer, he might well have added, "Where is the information that has been lost in trivia?"

It is one of the paradoxes of our times that inventions meant to make our lives easier inevitably end up slowing us down.

When email first entered my life, I was thrilled; instead of letters piling up for months as I struggled to find the time to pen replies, faxes not going through and telegrams that cost an arm and a leg, I now had a cost-free means of communicating instantaneously and efficiently. I became an avid and diligent emailer.

And how I regret it.

I get more than 300 emails a day, sometimes twice that. Some are urgent (but not necessarily important) work-related questions. Some are from friends. I am an Indian member of Parliament, so many are from job-seekers, favor-demanders and petitioners. Some are one-line queries; others are lengthy documents requiring perusal and comment. Many are unsolicited junk mail, offering products and services that I never asked for and do not need, and though an efficient filter catches many of them, it also catches some "real" mail.

Some are mass mailings, both interesting (like an international affairs mailing list to which I subscribed years ago, when I innocently believed that I would have time to read its contents) and diverting (like my daily update of Doonesbury). An astonishingly large number are jokes -- both verbal and visual -- of varying quality. Many are campaigns -- I received several thousand emails recently from Muslim students who do not want exams to be administered on Fridays. Increasingly, some are viruses that have infected friends' address books, with attachments that, if opened, could destroy my computer.

Because they are on the screen, I feel obliged to go through them all, if only to make sure that I do not need to read them. And this is a chore that takes more and more of my time.

When email first came into vogue, one could spend 15 to 20 minutes a day on it; now it consumes two to three hours. And, because one's other work does not stop, those are hours added to one's workday and therefore subtracted from one's personal life. A convenience has become a burden.

When I am at my computer, I find myself neglecting more important matters that have arrived by "snail mail." Emails automatically become urgent, because I know that if I do not reply to one immediately, it will soon be swamped by 200 others. I find myself scrambling to attend to utterly trivial emails only to get past them to the (possibly) important ones that lie behind.

The result is "information fatigue" -- a palpable sense of exhaustion, coupled with persistent anxiety about coping with the sheer volume of material to be digested, compounded by an ever-shortening attention span in the face of the ceaseless barrage of data. Like Eliot, I felt that I understood more when I knew less, and knew more when I had less information to process.

This is a global problem -- an estimated 294 billion emails were sent daily in 2010, and the figure continues to increase. As technology advances, it has become more and more difficult to escape it. No longer is email confined to a desktop computer at the office; the advent of smart phones has allowed people to check their email wherever they are.

It is almost enough to have one longing for the day when information was a scarce resource and one had to go out to find it. Now, so much information is so readily available that the challenge is to sift the wheat from the chaff. To paraphrase Kipling, it is clear that the email of the species is deadlier than the mail.

Addiction to email is increasingly being recognized as a malady. The British and prospective Pennsylvania lottery operator, Camelot Global Services, once tried to ban email on Fridays; they wanted staff to talk to each other at least one day a week. But the experiment was abandoned within a month: People have grown so accustomed to the convenience of copying messages to multiple recipients that walking to their desks is now an unfamiliar idea.

Part of the problem is that we allow ourselves to be persuaded that new inventions will only make our lives more convenient, rather than also adding to our burdens. Just as the telephone did not supplant the postal system, email sits alongside prior methods of communication. Now we have more means of reaching each other than ever, but with less worth saying.

Indeed, there is an inverse relationship between the difficulty and expense of communication, on one hand, and the quality of what is communicated, on the other. When telegraph operators were paid by the word, and there was always the risk of garbled transmissions, messages were crisp, succinct, to the point. When neither length nor complexity affects the cost of a message, however, the field is open for irrelevant and unnecessary communication.

Without even the price of a stamp to deter the prolix, the unmanageable tsunami of email threatens to drown the world in information, unless the servers, switches and wires that sustain the system burn out first. Ease of replication permits matters to get out of hand very quickly.

I have finally given up trying to cope. I have decommissioned my email account and set up an auto response that gives emailers 10 other options to reach people who can help them (including bringing messages to my attention).

So far, it hasn't made much of a difference: emails continue to flood the decommissioned mailbox. But it has helped me: I no longer feel obliged to reply.


Shashi Tharoor, a columnist and author, is India's Minister of State for Human Resource Development. Copyright (C) Project Syndicate 2013.


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