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Greatly love the intellect

—Augustine

In August 1958, there was no law on the books against television fraud—except for fraudulent advertising. So when it became known that the eggheads and trivia buffs on the nation's most popular quiz shows had been spoonfed answers and questions, as well as rehearsed in their brow-mopping theatrics, law-enforcement was powerless. Eventually Congress passed a measure, known popularly as the Stempel law, outlawing fraudulent representations on television. It was named after Herbert Stempel, the long-running contestant on the game show Twenty-One, who after winning large sums of money was forced to take a dive and yield the championship to Charles Van Doren, a reluctant fraud and son of noted Columbia University literature professor Mark Van Doren.

In January of this year, NBC relaunched Twenty-One with talk-show veteran Maury Povich as its host. After watching the first episode of the revived game show, I swore that this too ought to be against the law.

As a child I watched Twenty-One, and it fed my love of knowledge. I must confess that I am a recovering knowledge junkie, someone who laments that there have been no great polymaths since Leibniz. Shortly after I learned to say mama and dada, my father taught me to say drosophila melanogaster, and when I was eight or nine he bought me the World Book Encyclopedia. Later we moved up to Britannica. In our home, we didn't just consult the encyclopedia; we read it.

When the new Twenty-One debuted, several news shows rehearsed the history of the scandals and the congressional hearings. I went to Blockbuster to rent the 1994 movie, Quiz Show, which covered the same territory, based on congressional investigator Richard Goodwin's memoir, Remembering America: A Voice from the Sixties.

In the movie, the chairman of the pharmaceutical company that manufactured Geritol and sponsored the original Twenty-One tells Goodwin, "The people didn't tune in to watch some egghead who knew all the answers, the people tuned in to watch the money."

Despite the sponsor's cynicism, the original Twenty-One at least made a pretense of promoting knowledge. The questions were supposedly devised by the Britannica editors, and when Van Doren was for 17 weeks the reigning champion, he gave intellectuals a good image.

No such thing can be claimed by the new Twenty-One (or the other new quiz shows, like Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, that enshrine avarice and cupidity rather than knowledge). The questions on the first two installments of the new Twenty-One ran to entertainment, sports, celebrity, and household products (what manufacturer introduced the Dustbuster?). No knowledge of history, literature, physical sciences, or philosophy was required. Think People magazine, not Britannica.

I still love knowledge—at home we have a shelf of reference books in easy reach of the dining table—but I have come to recognize that this passion can be taken to excess. The early years of my spiritual life were more doctrinal than devotional, and I was convinced that I needed to know everything there was to know about the Bible and theology. Indeed, throughout my teen and early adult years, my image of the Last Judgment was of a Twenty-One contestant, standing in his isolation booth, mopping the beaded sweat from his brow while trying to think of an obscure fact. This is my particular temptation, I suppose: to substitute head knowledge for relational knowledge, both in my personal life and in my spiritual pilgrimage. It's a problem I've been working on for years, and I think grace is finally winning out.

This is our first issue that does not bear the name of Michael G. Maudlin on the masthead as executive editor. Mickey (to those who know him best) was instrumental in shaping this journal, beginning with the recruitment of John Wilson to serve as managing editor. Most important for the early years of BOOKS & CULTURE, Mickey brought to this venture his razor-sharp sense of what makes good magazines work for their readers. (He also contributed some splendid writing; his reviews of The First Wives Club and Striptease ranked high among readers' favorites.)

All good things come to an end, and—with BOOKS & CULTURE now well established—Mickey has accepted another formidable challenge. As Christianity Today International's executive director of Editorial Operations (a newly created position), Mickey will among other responsibilities oversee the development of independent Web-based editorial content for the dozen or so magazines published by CTi. His early efforts can be seen at ChristianityToday.com, where daily postings of religion news and commentary can be found, and where the BOOKS & CULTURE Corner, featuring Web exclusives, appears each Monday. Although Mickey will no longer be working directly on B&C, his influence is only a click away.

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