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Thoughts on Smoking: A Politically Incorrect Analysis

There are many addictions far worse than smoking. Political correctness is one.

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David Solway

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April 29, 2012 - 11:23 pm
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Why do we smoke? Some people consider it merely a habit that has become homeopathic, a pleasurable remedy for a depressing world no different in principle from alcoholism or drug addiction. It is a fix whose only cure is a lifetime of cold turkey garnished with the rhetoric of moral repudiation. One “swears off” the thing. As for instance, teetotalers who wore badges of purity — “blue-ribbon stalwarts,” as John Buchan called them in The 39 Steps — and reformed junkies who appear on talk shows like so many Lazaruses recounting the horrors of Sheol.

And there’s the rub. We have come to equate, argues Dennis Prager, health with morality. “That is one reason the government airbrushes cigarettes out of pictures of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt and other famous Americans.” The fact is that decent people and benefactors of mankind have been known to smoke. Winston Churchill puffed on a cigar; this did not prevent him from first warning and then rallying Britain against the Nazis. C.S. Lewis cherished his pipe; yet he was an exemplary Christian. Indecent people, tyrants, CEOs of companies that market hydrogenated oils and nitrates, environmental polluters and worse may never allow a cigarette or any smoking implement to touch their lips.

Anti-smoking crusaders fail to understand that there are many far worse addictions than smoking, of which political correctness is among the most damaging. Indeed, deluded by any number of unsustainable sanctities and conventional bromides, those who take a moral or theological stand against smoking are the converts or ostentatious puritans of our time. Blinkered and self-righteous, they are our contemporary Savonarolas. One notes that smokers who have newly kicked the habit infallibly count the number of days since they last fondled a cigarette, like sinners recalling the moment of redemption. They can never refuse the offer of a cigarette without delivering a sermon on the evils of inhalation or uttering homiletic pieties or painting lurid pictures of lung pigmentation. The whole affair has the gravity of a religious experience or an exorcism.

Of course, many people consider smoking not as an ethical lapse or a spiritual transgression but merely as a function of nerves. We must, after all, do something with our hands. Thumb-twiddling and knuckle-cracking are usually offensive in polite society. Rolling Kleenex tissues interminably into little balls in the pockets of one’s jacket tends to make one appear absent-minded and even bored. Biting one’s nails invites the stigma of retardation. On this interpretation, smoking disguises the peculiar vulnerability of the unengaged extremities. In modern jargon, it is goal-directed activity.

Jean-Paul Sartre says somewhere that smoking is an act of existential greed. It is our way of “taking in” the world, mastering it, making it ours — a form of pulmonary capitalism. Although on reflection it seems to me that breathing would accomplish the task quite as well.

As most sane people recognize, smoking is not a product of moral corruption or demonic possession. Habit, nerves or greed are rather more sensible explanations. But there is a fourth possibility. Smoking is one of the most effective antidotes mankind has devised for self-consciousness, by which I mean something different from nerves. The latter is unmeditated, a spontaneous malaise, something on the level of reflex. The former involves the conscious, lucid, painful awareness of the precariousness of the things we consider desirable, numinous or expedient, the interfering clumsiness of the self that deforms and mutilates simply by drawing attention to itself.

For example. In a seduction which starts out as a dinner engagement there are those synaptic moments, cracks in the façade, in which the real motive becomes disconcertingly obvious. So one lights a cigarette and studies the convolutions of the smoke. This is the kind of social deflection — now no longer goal-directed but other-directed — that lightens, distracts or displaces the attention and thus enables the seducer to pass himself off as more or other than merely seducer. He is also interested in the taste of the cigarette or in performing an act which has nothing to do with the immediate issue. There is an entire art of elegant nonchalance or philosophic disinterestedness compressed in the simple gesture of lighting up. But the method is effective. Cigarette smoke softens the collisions of the eye and screens us from Truth’s relentless and demoralizing pursuit. In this way, it rescues us in our self-encounter with the sordid, the devious and the meaningless, the three elements of which our lives are chiefly composed.

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