"OUR aim is total peace of mind for you and your family." That is the motto of the Alibi Agency, a start-up company I learned about recently, whose purpose is to provide an insulating layer of verisimilitude between philanderers and their spouses. Based in Blackpool, England, the Alibi Agency establishes a plausible paper trail. It will furnish ticket stubs for the theater performance you were supposed to have been attending. It will print up dummy invitations to the social and business events that kept you away from home. It will hire official-sounding receptionists who will intercept phone calls to the putative locale of your out-of-town conference or golf game. "We can discuss individual requirements," the Alibi Agency's literature says, "and 'Tailor Make' an Alibi to your Specifications."
The Alibi Agency is but one small life-form amid a Cambrian Explosion of consumer services filling every commercial niche. A landscaping service in Illinois focuses exclusively on removing the droppings left by Canada geese. There are special housecleaning services used by realtors to tidy up after murders, and special automobile-cleaning services for those occasions when a body is found in the trunk. A new Internet company is prepared to act as your conscience: write out a list of things you want to change or accomplish and send it to the agency; the service will mail it back in a year as a reminder. In Iran, where Salman Rushdie's novel The Satanic Verses cannot be sold, a service provides copies for overnight rental.
Not surprisingly, the niche-service phenomenon has achieved its highest evolution in the United States. Alexis de Tocqueville took note of an American relish for generalization and of the fact that the business of American society "is conducted on a more or less uniform plan." Americans have a genius for lateral extension -- transferring principles like those of marketing and administration from one area of life to another. If "total quality management" becomes a catchphrase in the corporate world, then it is only a matter of time before it is heard at the National Council of Bishops. Academic philosophers, mindful of the success of their colleagues in psychology, have already begun to move into the marketplace, offering philosophical counseling for individuals; before long, philosophers employed by Legal Services will doubtless be testifying in court. The job of "ethicist" has become a significant occupational category in the health-care industry. Eventually there will be a role for such specialists in the Five Families and Hamas.
The service that my staff and I have begun to provide is inspired by Assisted Living -- a lifestyle option for older Americans that has been growing rapidly in popularity. In Assisted Living a person pays a fixed monthly sum to join a residential community that offers considerable independence but also therapeutic attention, household oversight, and around-the-clock emergency medical service. The brochures for such communities employ a common graphic imagery (sunsets, fall foliage) and a common descriptive language: "A continuum of planned care." "Daily trash removal." "Occupational therapies designed to maintain independence [and] self esteem." "Pull cord emergency response system."
Of course, not only older people need a specialized support system. The young and the middle-aged, faced with the mounting chaos of cognitive input, have a variety of unmet needs. The service we offer is called Assisted Thinking. For a modest monthly fee clients receive the following:
It is so easy to lose track of things. Did I read the newspaper today -- or was that yesterday? Under the Basic Plan, participants receive a daily wake-up briefing on a selection of ongoing issues -- for instance, the latest overnights on whether the universe now appears to be older or younger than we thought, whether new evidence from early hominids confirms or calls into question long-established theories, and which familiar foods and behaviors are now believed to be killing us quickly or adding years to our lives.
Ideas and facts are like household odds and ends. They accumulate. They gather dust. No wonder you can't think straight! Representatives of our staff will offer knowledgeable suggestions about what you can discard. The party-by-party makeup of Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu's cabinet. Throw it out! The number of Republicans in Congress who opposed impeachment. The names of the Spice Girls -- yes, even the married one. It can all go! Some clients, we have found, still remember the Laffer Curve or The Crash of '79. One man was discovered carrying around the names Bill Krywicki, Dominic Principe, and Steve Kazlo -- members of the 1937 Fordham backfield. Onto the trash heap they went, freeing up space for a new proof of the Taniyama-Shimura conjecture.