Roger Kimball

The lessons of culture

The last two installments in The New Criterion’s year long series  “Future Tense: The lessons of Culture in an Age of Upheaval”  appear in our June issue, now winging its way to subscribers throughout the civilized world and available online now at www.newcriterion.com.  In  “The Fourth Revolution,”  James Piereson asks whether America is “on the verge of a new upheaval, a ‘fourth revolution’ that will reshape U.S. politics for decades to come?” There are signs, he suggests, that it is, that “we may already be in the early stages of this twenty-first-century revolution” that follows the earlier upheavals of the War of Independence, the Civil War, and the widespread cultural transformation wrought by FDR’s New Deal.  In “The Lessons of Culture,”I ponder some of the prerequisites of cultural confidence.  “History,” Walter Bagehot noted in his little masterpiece Physics and Politics, “is strewn with the wrecks of nations which have gained a little progressiveness at the cost of a great deal of hard manliness, and have thus prepared themselves for destruction as soon as the movements of the world gave a chance for it.” Both essays are freely available on the web.

 

Posted at 4:54 am on June 3rd, 2012 by Roger Kimball

The New Criterion: farewell to 30!

At The New Criterion, our season runs from September to June.  Our June issue, Volume 30, Number 10, has just rolled of the press and is winging its way to mailboxes throughout the civilized world. At midnight tonight, it will also be available at our web site www.newcriterion.com. Thirty years, three decades! It’s a venerable age for any cultural review. For one that has forthrightly challenged the academic, politically correct pieties that determine the course of so much of our cultural life it is well nigh astonishing.

T. S. Eliot’s Criterion, for which we are named, made it less than twenty years (1922-1939). At it’s peak, The Criterion had fewer than 700 subscribers. But it was the right 700. “A fit audience, though few,” as Milton said of Paradise Lost. The New Criterion enjoys a larger circulation than The Criterion ever did, but it too is small. Small, that is, in numbers.  Like The Criterion, its influence is much larger than its circulation might suggest, and for the same reasons: the quality of its offerings and the quality of its readership.

As we conclude our thirtieth anniversary, I invite you to join that august circle of readers by subscribing. I also invite you to consider helping us embark lustily on our next thirty years.  We have just started out spring expedition in search of sustenance.  I hope you’ll consider making a gift to the magazine that The Wall Street Journal described as offering “a civilizing element in short supply in contemporary America: honest criticism.  Click here to  learn more and donate to The New Criterion.

 

 

 

 

Posted at 4:37 am on May 31st, 2012 by Roger Kimball

The EU: Steady on Its Course from Tragedy to Farce

It was several years ago now that my friend David Pryce-Jones told me about the European Union’s fruit police. Fruit was just the tip of the orchard, so to speak, but the fact that those preposterous bureaucrats in Europe had outlawed curvy bananas made a deep impression on me. It was V. Lenin who said that “Communism means keeping track of everything,” and here were the non-elected busybodies of the EU deciding what sorts of bananas were legal — legal.  And not just bananas, of course.  They were also deciding what you could and could not say, whom you could criticize, what sort of potatoes you could grow and . . .  it took them nearly 100,000 pages to spell out all the things their wards (i.e., the persons formerly know as citizens) could and couldn’t do, say, buy, accumulate, spend, hire, fire, worship, play, read, draw, look at, and commune with.  It was all part of what I have called elsewhere “The New Gleichschaltung.”

“Gleichschaltung”: that was the word used by certain Germans of another era — a twentieth-century moment that was supposed to last 1000 years but in the event spanned the early 1930s until May 2, 1945. The blizzard of rules, regulations, must and must-nots emanating from Brussels aims at “harmonizing” the disparate countries of the European so-called union into a single quasi-political-economic entity. As I noted then, one part of this effort was meant to make it easier for the police in one country to round up people in another country for various torts — possessing or selling the wrong sort of bananas, say, or criticizing an EU minister or directive.

 So if you are British and you say something nasty about the French while on vacation in Greece, you might wind up in a Greek jail for two “or more” years. Since the EU made it illegal for journalists to criticize its policies a year or two ago, it is not clear what sort of debate this latest piece of totalitarian legislation will spark. Of course, this is not the first time that Europe has attempted to “harmonize” its laws. Beginning in 1933, there was a concerted effort to “harmonize” not only the laws but also all of social life. The German word for the process was Gleichschaltung. That time the effort came out of Berlin. It almost worked. It took the combined military might of England, the United States, and the Soviet Union to stop that earlier push for “harmony.” It is anyone’s guess what it will take to stop this new, Brussels-based effort.

Posted at 8:41 am on May 27th, 2012 by Roger Kimball

More Drudge juxtaposition genius

Or, a picture is worth a thousand words:

 


Drudge home screen, May 24 at about noon EST.

Posted at 8:48 am on May 24th, 2012 by Roger Kimball

A modest proposal for those advocating an end to austerity measures in Europe

Obama wants Europe to “ease up” on the austerity measures it’s imposed (sort of imposed) on Greece and other spendthrift countries. Don’t let them go into default now, when it could (indeed surely would) have serious consequences for the world economy, but wait until, say, the middle of November 2012 when Obama will be home free or (as I think) out on his ear.

I find the spectacle of an economic incompetent like Barack Obama lecturing anyone on what they should do to mend the economy faintly ludicrous.  But to complete the comedy, I do have a modest proposal. Why don’t all these anti-austerity campaigners put their money where orifice is? Obama wants Europe to shovel some more money to Greece, Spain, et al. in order to “stimulate” their economies (and forestall yet more economic embarrassment before the U.S. election).

OK, fine.  Why doesn’t he set an example and invest some yet-to-be-determined billions of dollars from the union pension funds in (for example) Greek bonds?  Why doesn’t Paul Krugman, who is always wanting the our government to confiscate more of your money to spend on stuff, allocate, say, 50 percent of his retirement fund to Greek bonds? The New York Times should follow suit, as should other individuals and entities who have been loudly demanding we spend more to “stimulate” our way out of debt.  Just a thought  . . .

Posted at 5:41 am on May 20th, 2012 by Roger Kimball

Who Is Barack Obama? The Question that Won’t Go Away

So now Chris Matthews isn’t the only one experiencing a little thrill when he thinks about Barack (omit middle name) Obama. The recent revelation that from the early 1990s until the day before yesterday—or, to be more accurate, until Obama made his decision to run for president—a biographical pamphlet circulated by his literary agents described him as having been “born in Kenya” has been setting the world of Twitter atwitter.

What should we think about that? An agency spokesman who claims to have been responsible for the “born in Kenya” wheeze has publicly said that it was a mistake, a typographical error, a slip of the pen that just went “unchecked” for, um, sixteen-seventeen years. I can understand that. She meant to write “Hawaii” and wrote “Kenya” instead. Could happen to anyone. They look and sound enough alike, don’t they,  that no one noticed. You meant to write “there” and you wrote “their” instead. You meant to write “cup” and you wrote “floccinaucinihilipilification” instead. No one—no one at the literary agency, not the author himself—could be expected to notice. You understand that, right?

Well, maybe that is an unprofitable line of inquiry. However it happened, the take-away here is not that Obama was really born in Kenya.  As my friend Roger Simon points out in “The Mystery of the Kenyan Birth,” the noteworthy thing is that it is one more puff in the cloud of unknowing that surrounds the president.

It’s been pretty foggy in those precincts for some time.  During the 2008 campaign, many of us asked the question: “Who is Barack Obama?” It wasn’t a question that Obama’s official PR firms—The New York Times, CNN, MSNBC, etc.–were interested in, no sirree, but it was a question that some of us pajamas-wearing-bitter-enders asked ourselves when we weren’t snake handling or nuzzling our firearms.

It’s a question that has recurred as more and more pieces of the Obama jigsaw puzzle have worked their way loose and exposed little gaps or fissures in the story.  The most recent one concerned Ms. Composite, the girlfriend who didn’t exactly exist.  But there have been other revelations, or, rather, revelations of non-revelation. Turns out the book filed under “Autobiography” ought to have been filed under “Teen Fantasy,” “Mystery,” or some other rubric in the fiction section.

Posted at 4:46 am on May 19th, 2012 by Roger Kimball

A Second Bout of Shameless Self-Promotion

Attentive readers will recall the announcement in these virtual pages of an impending event sure to electrify the literary bourse, the publication  — in just a few weeks now — of my new book  The Fortunes of Permanence: Culture and Anarchy in an Age of Amnesia. Twitter may not yet be atwitter with the news, but you, discerning soul that you are, can be the first on your block to pre-order the book, which will be available in a wide variety of electronic formats in addition to the usual page-turning, hardcover print edition, by the simple expedient of clicking here. And that’s not all: in my continuing effort to bring cheer to a weary public, I am delighted to unveil today, Friday, May 18, 2012, the second preview of coming attractions, this from the book’s preface:

It is one of the great mysteries—or perhaps I should say it is one of the reliable reminders of human imperfection — that higher education often fosters a particular form of political stupidity. [The philosopher Roger] Scruton anatomizes that stupidity, noting “the educated derision that has been directed at our national loyalty by those whose freedom to criticize would have been extinguished years ago, had the English not been prepared to die for their country.” This peculiar mental deformation, Scruton observes, involves “the repudiation of inheritance and home.” It is a stage, he writes,

through which the adolescent mind normally passes. But it is a stage in which intellectuals tend to become arrested. As George Orwell pointed out, intellectuals on the Left are especially prone to it, and this has often made them willing agents of foreign powers. The Cambridge spies [Guy Burgess, Kim Philby, et al.] offer a telling illustration of what [this tendency] has meant for our country.

It is also telling that this déformation professionelle of intellectuals encourages them to repudiate patriotism as an atavistic passion and favor transnational institutions over national governments, rule by committee or the courts over democratic rule.

And this brings us to yet another irony: that relativism and tyranny, far from being in opposition, are in fact regular collaborators. (See below, “What’s Wrong with Benevolence.”) This surprises many people, for it seems at first blush that relativism, by loosening the sway of dogma, should be the friend of liberty. In fact, as Mussolini saw clearly, in its “contempt for fixed categories” and “objective truth,” “there is nothing more relativistic” than fascism. And it is not only fascism that habitually makes use of relativism as a moral softening-up agent. Modern liberal democracies champion reason in the form of a commitment to science and technology, but there, too, relativism shows itself as the friend of various strains of dehumanization. As Gairdner notes,

wherever the materialist attitude of modern science is combined with relativism, we can predict that moral and political statements will soon emerge about the worthlessness of some forms of human life and how we ought to be eliminating certain classes of unworthy people such as “unwanted” children by abortion, or the very old, or Jews, or the infirm by outright genocide or euthanasia.

Why does relativism, which begins with a beckoning promise of liberation from “oppressive” moral constraints, so often end in the embrace of immoral constraints that are politically obnoxious? Part of the answer lies in the hypertrophy or perversion of relativism’s conceptual enablers— terms like “pluralism,” “diversity,” “tolerance,” “openness,” and the like. They all name classic liberal virtues, but it turns out that their beneficence depends on their place in a constellation of fixed values. Absent that hierarchy, they rapidly degenerate into epithets in the armory of political suasion. They retain the aura, the emotional charge, of positive values. But in reality they act as moral solvents, as what Gairdner calls “value-dispersing terms that serve as an official warning to accept all behaviours of others without judgment and, most important, to keep all moral opinions private.” In this sense, the rise of relativism encourages an ideology of non-judgmentalism only as a prelude to ever more strident discriminations. “Where conditions permit,” Gairdner writes, the strong step in,

either to impose a new regime or, as in the Western democracies, where overt totalitarianism is still unthinkable, to further permeate ordinary life with the state’s quietly overbearing, regulating role. Relativism is the natural public philosophy of such regimes because it repudiates all natural moral or social binding power, replacing these with legal decrees and sanction of the state.

Tocqueville did not, I believe, use the term “relativism,” but he vividly delineated its political progeny in his description of democratic despotism, another leitmotif in the reflections of The Fortunes of Permanence.

“Permanence”: It is curious how hollow that stately word sounds to modern ears. Are we moderns not on the side of innovation, the untested, the new? In the preface to a collection of essays called Giants and Dwarfs, Allan Bloom, the author of The Closing of the American Mind, insisted that “the essence of education is the experience of greatness.” Almost everything that Bloom wrote about the university flowed from this fundamental conviction. And it was just this, of course, that branded him an “elitist.” In fact, Bloom’s commitment to greatness was profoundly democratic. But this is not to say that it was egalitarian. The true democrat wishes to share the great works of culture with all who are able to appreciate them; the egalitarian, recognizing that genuine excellence is rare, declares greatness a fraud and sets about obliterating distinctions.

As Bloom recognized, the fruits of egalitarianism are ignorance, the habit of intellectual conformity, and the systematic subjection of cultural achievement to political criteria. In the university, this means classes devoted to pop novels, rock videos, and third-rate works chosen simply because their authors are members of the requisite sex, ethnic group, or social minority. It involves an attack on permanent things for the sake of the trendy and ephemeral. It means students who are graduated not having read Milton or Dante or Shakespeare—or, what is in some ways even worse, who have been taught to regard the works of such authors chiefly as hunting grounds for examples of patriarchy, homophobia, imperialism, or some other politically correct vice. It means faculty and students who regard education as an exercise in disillusionment and who look to the past only to corroborate their sense of superiority and self-satisfaction. The Fortunes of Permanence aims to disturb that complacency and reaffirm the tradition that made both the experience of and the striving for greatness possible.

To find out what happens in the end, pre-order your copy of The Fortunes of Permanence now!

 

 

 

Posted at 4:15 am on May 18th, 2012 by Roger Kimball

Obama by the numbers

A friend sent me the following graphs.  I’d seen, indeed posted here, some of them already; some were new to me. Taken together they tell a sorry story of failure.

 

 


 

Posted at 12:27 pm on May 16th, 2012 by Roger Kimball

Springtime for al Qaeda?

 

You can always count on The New York Times. If there is even the shadow of a hint of an adumbration of a possibility in engaging in moral relativism to the advantage of our enemies (which means to the disadvantage of America), there they are, Johnny on the spot.

The latest example from the Times’s archive of moral equivalence is “The Poetry of al Qaeda and the Taliban.” The what  of al Qaeda and the Taliban? The poetry of terrorists and cullers of clitorises, the beheaders of journalists and assorted infidels, the blowers-up-of New York skyscrapers and Bali nightclubs?

Yes indeed. This emetic little piece, from yesterday’s “Opinion” pages, is by one by Faisal Devji, “A fellow of St. Antony’s College, Oxford, and the author of the preface for the forthcoming anthology Poetry of the Taliban.”

Eager to rush out and order that tasty-sounding volume? No, nor I. “Elegy for the statue of Bhudda I smashed.” “Ode to Wives I have Beaten.” “Threnody for the Multitude We Murdered in New York.” “Sonnets on Semtex.” “Ballad on a Beheading.” The possibilities are endlessly nauseating.

“Poetry,” writes Mr. Devji, “has long been part of Muslim radicalism.” So what? Hitler liked painting Alpine landscapes.  Big deal.  That didn’t make the Nazis any less thuggish. And the fact that Muslim terrorists retreat to rhapsody when they aren’t murdering people or maiming and otherwise brutalizing their womenfolk does nothing, absolutely nothing, to exonerate them. Mr. Devji argues that “By excluding the aesthetic dimension from our analyses of militant texts like those recovered from Osama bin Laden’s Pakistani lair, we miss a crucial opportunity to confront the humanity of their authors.” Wrong. By ignoring these disgusting sentimentalizing effusions, we avoid the moral trap of adumbrated by the phrase tout comprendre, c’est tout pardonner. The human, all-too-human face of evil is plenty conspicuous. Our problem is mustering the courage to see it plain and see it steady, avoiding the temptation of aestheticizing it out of account.

 

 

Posted at 6:18 am on May 14th, 2012 by Roger Kimball

Favorite trash-talking comment of this week

I don’t scrutinize the comments here as closely as I might. But every now and then I notice something special, e.g., this little bijou about “Craven and Pusillanimous at the Chronicle,” my post on Naomi Riley’s rustication from what James Taranto calls the Comical of Higher Education. It provides an excellent example of the intellectual subtlety and rhetorical suppleness of today’s academic Left:

Wow. First time reading this blog and the level of ignorance is astounding. Cultural ignorance, cultural intolerance, and shear racism run rampant here. Mr. Kimball–does it really stroke your ego to have followers who are trapped in such mind-numbing provincialism? Are you really that unsure of yourself, that insecure? Your own post was nothing but a half-witted smear–don’t pretend that it had any intellectual rigor or thought behind it. It was simply the equivalent of throwing out some red meat and turning the dogs loose. You are nothing more than a provocateur, and not even a mentally stimulating one.

Here’s to the steak tartar!

Posted at 12:36 pm on May 12th, 2012 by Roger Kimball