We live in an era in which information is exploding. Sometimes literally. I wonder if the exploding heads in the movie Scanners were meant to be a deep commentary on that phenomenon. This notion seems much more reasonable at the tail end of a night of drinking. Even more reasonable the next morning, when my head does feel like it’s exploding.
We’ve even got a name for one kind of information overload: TMI, “too much information,” often used to reply to unnecessarily informative descriptions of the sexual or scatological details of another person’s life. In Hollywood, this is actually a marketable commodity.
So it’s strange that we often don’t think we have enough information. Either we can’t get the information we want, or we have to jump through too many hoops to get it, or it’s buried in an unmanageable amount of useless information.
And wouldn’t you know it, Jane is suffering from all of these problems. I just hope her head doesn’t explode; that would be TMI for me. Yep, for Jane there is “Never the right amount of information” in chapter four of Summer of the Netherfield Witch.