Friday, January 14, 2011

Friday Morning Videos: "Relax (Don't Do It)"

I can't remember, much less find on the internet, any video quite as weird, offensive, and/or disturbing as last year's creepy masterpiece by XTC. But there is this:



Yes, this is the video banned by MTV and the BBC. Not sure why, since looking at it today, it seems to be a story of a bunch of roadies for a stage show of Caligula getting drunk and skanky. And then forcing some guy to fight a tiger. I don't know; maybe it's the fake Roman senator's thong underwear that did it. Anyway, here's the version most of you are more likely to remember.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Defend Billy Joel; Receive Your Punishment

I made the mistake of parading my admitted MOR colors on FB last night, speaking up for Mr. William Joel. My friend Dave Jenkins, a good man who tolerates the terminally unhip, sent me this as an object lesson:



Click at your own risk. Those teeth of his will bite.

When He's On, He's Truly On

Between him and his speechwriters, it was plain yesterday that the communicator we saw and heard in 2007 and 2008 is still around:



If President Obama was angry about right-wing rhetoric on Saturday--and he probably was--he and/or those close to him were smart enough (unlike me) to keep it under wraps, do some thinking and praying, and come out with a better, wiser view. Especially this:

[A]t a time when our discourse has become so sharply polarized - at a time when we are far too eager to lay the blame for all that ails the world at the feet of those who think differently than we do - it's important for us to pause for a moment and make sure that we are talking with each other in a way that heals, not a way that wounds.

Scripture tells us that there is evil in the world, and that terrible things happen for reasons that defy human understanding. In the words of Job, "when I looked for light, then came darkness." Bad things happen, and we must guard against simple explanations in the aftermath. For the truth is that none of us can know exactly what triggered this vicious attack. None of us can know with any certainty what might have stopped those shots from being fired, or what thoughts lurked in the inner recesses of a violent man's mind.

So yes, we must examine all the facts behind this tragedy. We cannot and will not be passive in the face of such violence. We should be willing to challenge old assumptions in order to lessen the prospects of violence in the future. But what we can't do is use this tragedy as one more occasion to turn on one another. As we discuss these issues, let each of us do so with a good dose of humility. Rather than pointing fingers or assigning blame, let us use this occasion to expand our moral imaginations, to listen to each other more carefully, to sharpen our instincts for empathy, and remind ourselves of all the ways our hopes and dreams are bound together.


As the Guardian newspaper reported, Obama "spoke less like a politician than a pastor or priest comforting a grieving community. The focus on those who had saved lives was an attempt to offer hope amid the sadness." Some don't like that; they look down upon or distrust political leaders trafficking in civil religion, in morality, in attempts to articulate something broader and deeper, to connect their fellow citizens to a religious and ethical narrative which they can identify with. And they especially don't like it when such attempts become institutionalized, ritualized. Well, I kind of like it. I like--and I know that in many ways this arguably runs against some of my own democratic beliefs--knowing that someone can still cut through the noise, and be "the adult in the room." I've no desire to ever be president, and I've no desire to ever stop commenting on and criticizing them, when I feel like doing so. But I do hope to be a little bit better at being an adult, and I'm grateful for every positive example of such I get.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Holy Cow

Just found this online. Man. Anyone have any idea when this might have happened?


And, am I right in thinking that's Tom Hughes, sitting between George Lucas and Francis Ford Coppola on the right?

Traditionalism in a Changing World (Bigger, Longer, Uncut Edition)

Cato Unbound, a web-journal run by the libertarian Cato Institute, contacted me at the beginning of December about writing an essay for them on traditionalism--specifically, defending it. My lead essay is up at their site; various responses--and my responses to them--will follow through the rest of the month. Check it out, follow along, comment on your own blogs if you're so inclined. And, if you're a real glutton for punishment, you can read the original, 4000-word version of the edited, 2800-word essay they published below.

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We’ve just emerged from another cycle of what my father-in-law likes to refer to (jokingly, but not without affection) as “Hallothanksmas.” I doubt he’s the only person to use that label to capture the smearing together of the American holidays of Halloween and Thanksgiving and Christmas from early October through New Year’s Day; indeed, observing that our national marketplace appears to push the material elements and practices which are popularly associated with these holidays into an uncomfortably close proximity to each other is commonplace. Charlie Brown and the gang were complaining about this exact phenomenon close to 40 years ago, and the reality of this smearing has only become more obvious ever since.

I confess that I’m one of the complainers as well. I am one of those who hold that holidays traditions may, and often do, whether we realize it or not, play a role of some determinative, even normative importance in our lives–and thus, that there is value in being able conceive and respond to them distinctly. I defend that claim because I see traditions as deeply associated with many other things I take seriously: local engagement, cultural identity, historical memory, familial attachment, and other “communitarian” goods. All of those don't constitute a perfectly indivisible bundle, of course, but "traditionalism" is a thread which runs through and to a degree connects them together. Hence, speaking up for tradition in our economically globalized and hyper-mobile world may be essential to making a case for a whole worldview.

Those who look askance, for political or philosophical reasons (or both), upon this worldview, and specifically upon attempts to justify or build up traditional beliefs and all their material accouterments are hardly necessarily opponents of the holidays; I'm not trafficking in nonsensical "war on Christmas" accusations here. Instead, their disagreement usually appears to be with the moral claims of traditionalism in general--the idea that giving recognition and support to traditions can serve as both a personal and a public good, and consequently might be understood as having some sense of moral obligation tied to it. One of the most common ways in which such a claim is countered is to assert that what appears to adherents of various traditions as morally worthy is really only a subjective perception of such, constructed out of nostalgia, and a result of paying undo attention to isolated moments that can be prettified in our memories, rendering them (distantly) admirable. In this way, anyone who doesn’t live in a fully reactionary environment–and that would include anyone likely to encounter this essay online–finds themselves put on the spot: if their lives are in any way characterized by pluralism, by even a small degree of technological and social change and adaptation, then they must acknowledge that there is an element of choice and willful construction involved in how a traditional belief or practice comes to include (and exclude) whatever it does. And that, supposedly, undermines the theoretical force of the moral claim made on behalf of traditions, for how (so the argument runs) could a subjectively experienced and consciously elaborated-upon moment from out of the whole historical sweep of events be construed as truly serving normative personal or public ends? When there is no necessary reason to believe that the resulting practice or belief is anything but somewhat arbitrary? The critics of traditionalism frequently acknowledge that enjoying the consequences of such a construction may have real psychological or sociological benefits, but that, by this line of reasoning, would hardly seem to warrant the sort of deep discontent that traditionalists are assumed to feel at “Hallowthanksmas,” or some other disruption of their preferred holiday experiences.

A wonderful summation of this perspective was written by Scott McLemee several years ago, in an essay celebrating the Seinfeld-inspired “holiday” of Festivus. The fact that I just put "holiday" in quotations marks is, in a sense, McLemee's point: Festivus is so wholly manufactured, so completely a creature of the mass media and the narcissistic world of ironic detachment, that it can't possibly be commemorated without any such observation becoming a comment on the constructed nature of all “holidays.” Festivus is, he wrote, the "postmodern 'invented tradition' par excellence”: the implication being, of course, that as all traditions are equally invented, narratives which presume some kind of moral authority associated with their maintenance, narratives which talk about changes to traditions in terms of decline and loss, deserve the sort of postmodern puncturing which Festivus provides. McLemee set up his reflections by way the Marxist historian Eric Hobsbawm, who played a large role in developing the "constructivist” reading of nationality; following Hobsbawm, McLemee’s asserts that the traditions we associate with holidays are primarily indicative of our historical position vis-a-vis them. Only when they are no longer binding, no longer economically necessary–in other words, only once the world had sufficiently modernized that we could actually partake of forms of life that our not-particularly-pluralistic village-dwelling ancestors couldn't have imagined--do any of these holidays actually suggest anything that could be consciously expressed as “traditional.” As McLemee put it:

Once upon a time--let's call this "the premodern era" and not get too picky about dates--people lived in what we now think of as "traditional societies." Imagine being in a village where few people are literate, everybody knows your name, and not many people leave. A place with tradition, and plenty of it, right? Well, yes and no. There are holidays and rituals and whatnot. As spring draws near, everybody thinks, "Time for the big party where we all eat and drink a lot and pretend for a few days not to notice each other humping like bunnies”....And yet people don't say, "We do X because it is our tradition." You do X because everybody else around here does it -- and as far as you know, they always have. Not doing it would be weird, almost unimaginable. But then, starting maybe 300 years ago, things got modern....Well before Queen Victoria planted her starchy skirt upon the throne, people were nostalgic for the old days. And so...they started inventing traditions from bits and pieces of the past. In the 19th century, for example, folks started singing "traditional Christmas carols" -- even though, for a couple of hundred years, they had celebrated the holiday with pretty much the same hymns they sang in church the rest of the year. In short, if you say, "We do X because it's traditional," that is actually a pretty good sign that you are modern. It means you have enjoyed (and/or endured) a certain amount of progress. What you are really saying, in effect, is, "We ought to do X, even though we sort of don't actually have to."

To be fair to McLemee, this really wasn’t so much an argument against traditionalism as it was a snark about it; as he concluded: “We gather with family at Christmas or Hanukkah in order to recapture the toasty warmth of community and family. And because, well, we have to.” But there is an assumption at work underneath the snark, an assumption which holds that the ability to meaningfully affirm things through “mere” traditional practices and materiality depends upon a "naivete" which has been destroyed by the self-consciousness of modernity. Talk of "tradition" therefore presumably means little more than aspiring to some kind of "second naivete," to use Paul Ricoeur’s phrase, one that will cover up our constructive role in establishing said rituals and observances in the first place. The point is that such aspirations are, essentially, both flawed and a little silly; perfectly acceptable in their limited place, perhaps, as situated resources that individuals inclined to nostalgia can make use of if they so choose, but fairly problematic if anyone starts using them in such a way that might actually involving the shaping of certain public options or certain personal desires.

While there are other varieties of the anti-traditionalist position, that is perhaps the most defensible one. It isn’t an outright rejection of the communitarian claims made on behalf of traditions, but it is a fundamental weakening of them, such as one may see in the work of scholars like Will Kymlicka or Kwame Anthony Appiah. Both of these writers present “roots” or “cultures” as repositories of stories, behaviors, schemes of judgment and valuation and such, all of which ought to be available for individuals to enter into or exit from as they may subjectively find any or all of them rewarding or beneficial to the lives they choose to lead. Far from leading them to disregard such communitarian concerns entirely, their arguments point towards the importance of taking positive action to support various traditional communities, beliefs, and practices, and that means providing for group-specific rights of various forms. That is certainly a more friendly position to traditionalism than the wholesale opposition one may find in some liberal and libertarian thinkers. But ultimately, they view traditions as a tool for individuals to use or disregard, not something constitutive of individuals, not something as fundamentally meaningful to an act of moral reasoning about what one might choose to use or disregard. The argument is, therefore, ultimately reductive, assuming that making choices will invariably involve at bottom a kind of self-regarding, individual calculation, and thereby pushing the issue in an explicitly economic direction. This is made clear in Appiah’s account of the collapse of Asante farming traditions, included in an essay he published several years ago:

When my father was young, a man in a village would farm some land that a chief had granted him, and his maternal clan...would work it with him....Nowadays, everything is different....Once, perhaps, you could have commanded the young ones to stay. Now they have the right to leave--perhaps to seek work at one of the new data-processing centers down south in the nation's capital--and, anyway, you may not make enough to feed and clothe and educate them all. So the time of the successful farming family is passing, and those who were settled in that way of life are as sad to see it go as American family farmers are whose lands are accumulated by giant agribusinesses. We can sympathize with them. But we cannot force their children to stay in the name of protecting their authentic culture, and we cannot afford to subsidize indefinitely thousands of distinct islands of homogeneity that no longer make economic sense.

This is a powerful story–but also one that elides certain matters on its way towards transforming the question of tradition into one of “commanding” people to make tragic, but also obvious, choices over how they will respond to economic necessities. Of course people will–and do–make the choices they must in order to flourish. But what if the question of tradition, and the normative importance which may be arguably attached to it, isn’t primary about adhering to a given set of static, unchanging practices? What if the primary question pertaining to the value of tradition is how one conceives of practices, how one conceives of “flourishing,” and how one chooses amongst the former to achieve the latter, in the first place? This is a point strongly made by the philosopher Charles Taylor, who, in a debate with Will Kymlicka over the ability of scheme of individual rights to guarantee for the existence of cultural traditions, denied that the elaboration of the argument over tradition in such terms really does the job:

The liberal accords a culture value as the only common resources of its kind available for the group in question. It is the only available medium for its members to become aware of their options. If these same individuals could dispose of another medium, then the case for defending the culture would evaporate. For the people concerned, their way of life is a good worth preserving; indeed, it is something invaluable and irreplaceable, not just in the absence of an alternative, but even if alternatives are available. The difference comes out clearly in the issue of long-term survival. People who have lived in or near French Canada know the resonance of this goal of survivance...The goal that unborn people, say, my great-grandchildren, should speak Cree or French or Athabaskan, is not one that Kymlicka’s liberalism can endorse....The people of French-Canadian ancestry, now assimilated in New England, are doing just as well as any other segment of the U.S. population in leading their lives in the English-language medium they share with the present compatriots. But the loss from the point of view of survivance in clear. [Taylor, “Can Liberalism Be Communitarian?” Critical Review, Spring 1994, 259-260]

The point here is that traditions, perhaps particularly as instantiated in holidays, form a part of the “medium” (historical, linguistic, moral, and otherwise) through which our ability to interact with and make choices about the world, and the available beliefs and practices within it, operates. To reject the idea that traditions contribute to this collective background, and contribute importantly enough to potentially warrant some level of both personal and civic obligation to them, is to grant too much weight to the supposedly revolutionizing idea that this medium is a “constructed” one.

Perhaps those who argue against recognizing this deeper seriousness to traditions go wrong by misunderstanding something about history. Consider Hobsbawm’s argument again. To fully operate–that is, to allow those who note historical changes in certain valorized beliefs and practices to appeal to a contemporary audience, one familiar with the reality of pluralism, and point out the constructed nature of those beliefs and practices, and thus render them arbitrary and hence inappropriate vehicles for moral obligation–Hobsbawm had to assume that there was a historical (call it “pre-traditional”) moment where beliefs and practices endured in a defining way, without a consciousness of change and without interpretive responses to such. But that is a strange notion; it depends, in a sense, on a kind of historical materialist absolutism, wherein we assume that no real self-consciousness existed until the critical innovations and economic revolutions of “modernity” (meaning the 18th century, or thereabouts) brought it about. But actually, it is not at all as though holidays and traditions and the identification with such that occurred in the premodern world somehow existed in the absence of any sort of subjectivity or interpretive correspondence; the constructive identification of rituals and observances with particular ends has always been a part of their own evolution, and celebration. And given this, the increased subjective awareness which attends our own rituals and observances does not mean that our appreciation of them is categorically different from what came before; we may well be inventing something when we celebrate holidays today, but whatever we come up with shouldn’t be assumed to be an “arbitrary” invention, much less a postmodern one. Our inventing itself may be better understood as kind of “adaptive remembering,” a connecting that is potentially every bit as morally valid as that which was experienced by those who went through the same process as the seasons turned a hundred or even a thousand years ago.

To be sure, the increased pluralism of the (post)modern world makes us into interpreters and inventors of a significantly different sort than was likely the case in earlier centuries. But this difference is not necessarily a tradition-shattering realization of arbitrariness; rather, it is what Ricoeur was getting at with his idea of a “second naivete,” which I mentioned earlier. As he wrote in The Symbolism of Evil:

In every way, something has been lost, irremediably lost: immediacy of belief. But if we can no longer live the great symbolisms of the sacred in accordance with the original belief in them, we can, we modern men, aim at a second naivete in and through criticism. In short, it is by interpreting that we can hear again. Thus it is in hermeneutics that the symbol’s gift of meaning and the endeavor to understand by deciphering are knotted together. [Ricoeur, The Symbolism of Evil (Beacon Press, 1967), 351]

If modernity has meant anything, it has meant a change in our accounting of subjectivity; it has made possible a thinking about ourselves as apart from our received “medium” of evaluation. And so the old naivete, with its “immediacy,” won't do any longer. But the result isn’t necessarily a radical change in how we orient ourselves towards traditions; it is a difference in the environment within which we do it. It’s the difference between someone who has only ever been immersed in a single musical tradition making distinctions between good and bad musical expressions, and someone who has been introduced to a plurality of musical traditions, now having to make distinctions with an understanding that the evaluative criteria provided by their own tradition itself can also be evaluated. So now we have to "wager" on interpretation; we have to use it self-consciously and therefore critically. But a changed sense of our own subjectivity, the emergence of a “hermeneutic sensibility,” as it were, does not warrant an encapsulating of all traditional claims as “subjective” and therefore incapable of playing any kind of normative or constitutive role in how we live our lives, much less how we mark the calendar; to do so would require a much wider, much more radical claim about the nature of our consciousness than to merely discover that traditions are “arbitrarily” constructed. One might ask: when has interpretation ever not been involved in our orientation to the world, and when have the resulting orientations (as instantiated into “traditions”) ever been assumed to be somehow less than worthy of contributing to a foundation for action and belief, simply because of their interpretive and constructive elements within their history? (I recognize that one easy response to this might be: when we're talking about "religious" traditions, actions and beliefs that religious people hold to be "revealed" or canonical in whatever sense. I'm quite sympathetic to this response, being as I am religious believer, and one who accepts some account of modern revelation as well. But I don't think it escapes the dynamic which Ricoeur describes, and I don't think believers should want it to. Explaining why gets into some philosophy beyond the point of this post, so I'll just recommend those interested go read this when I wrote about the topic at length.)

Of course, many defenders of tradition are either unaware of or refuse to take seriously the numerous historical changes behind what they feel and do; their preference is to reify particular elements of a tradition into static performances or professions of belief, from which any deviation would be catastrophic. Charles Taylor struggled with this when he attempted to articulate a defense of traditionalist thinking while addressing controversies over cultural accommodation in Quebec (for my comments on the report submitted by Taylor and Gerard Bouchard, see here; Christopher Lasch also discussed this unfortunate tendency, criticizing much communitarian argument as trafficking in a lazy sociology, drenched in a nostalgia, a Gemeinschaftsschmerz, for exactly the kind of stable, traditional (and unreal) community which Hobsbawm’s argument implicitly relies upon. Lasch was by no means a complete defender of tradition, but his distinction between popular "memory" and sociological "custom" is an important one for this argument nonetheless. “Memory,” as he presents it, is that which active agents, working with and through (and, therefore, inevitably sometimes also against) their community contexts, enact and vivify (or revivify) through their collective choices; “customs,” on the other hand, are actions which assume that the “judgment, choice, and free will” which made memory valuable as a marker of worthy beliefs and practices originally is no longer necessary, and hence devolve “into patterns that repeat themselves in a predictable fashion” [The True and Only Heaven: Progress and Its Critics (W.W. Norton, 1991), 133-134, 139-143]. Someone who is serious about tradition will not allow customary behaviors to get in the way of the responsible, interpretive action which “memory” represents.

Would such a serious person include my father-in-law, with his grumbling jokes about “Hallowthanksmas”? I wonder. Around Thanksgiving, one of my favorite books to read to our younger children is Thank You, Sarah: The Woman Who Saved Thanksgiving, by Laurie Halse Anderson and Matt Faulkner. It tells the story of Sarah Hale, an abolitionist, editor, and social reformer, who spent thirty years writing letters and publishing articles, trying to get the federal government to officially acknowledge (and thus hopefully resuscitate) Thanksgiving, a religious and cultural holiday which dated back to the early colonial days, but whose observance, by the mid-19th century, was slowing dying out from. She finally succeeded, and the book makes President Lincoln's declaration of a national Thanksgiving Day holiday out to be Sarah's greatest triumph. What should we make of that? One could, of course, dismiss Hale as a sentimental busybody. But maybe it would be better to say that she was committed to helping her country engage in a little “creative remembering.” The fact that what she accomplished was, strictly speaking, a political invention doesn't take anything away from the moral connections it makes possible for all Americans. In committing herself to a belief and practice, and interpretively responding to the reality of that those traditions as they existed in the decades leading up until the Civil War, she contributed to the maintenance of a normative factor in the lives of her fellow citizens, a factor that might well not have been there otherwise. This is not about whether you like Thanksgiving, or find it important to distinguish it from the dominant holidays immediately before and after it in our national calendar; this is about preserving a space for both a personal and civic recognition of what a tradition of giving thanks, however one chooses to interpret that, can mean. That’s not blindly following custom (though there may well be elements of such involved; there almost always are); that’s doing the kind of important thinking which holidays have always made possible, whether we were self-conscious about it or not.

Well, enough of that. Off to get the Chinese New Year decorations out of the box in the garage. Can’t be too early for that; it’s become so commercialized lately, don’t you know.

Sunday, January 09, 2011

On Pretexts and Apologies

Yesterday, in reaction to the breaking news about the murderous rampage aimed at Congresswoman Giffords in Arizona, I was in an angry, reactive mode. That led me to make connections--even accusations, or something close to such--that were not, I would insist, necessarily unreasonable...but which were also irresponsibly quick, direct, and harsh. In doing that, I was wrong. In writing what I did, I became part of exactly what I was truly responding to: not the horrible news out of Tuscon (to which there was only one decent reaction, namely one of mourning and sorrow), but more largely the environment within which this shooting happened to occur. I am torn and frustrated by what I see as the viciousness and foolishness which I hear on the airwaves and read over the internet; I want to dismiss it, but when I hear people calling for "revolution," I start to wonder if they aren't serious, and it makes me wonder if it isn't irresponsible not to get angry and respond in kind. And unless I'm equally serious in what I claim to know, then I should be a lot less quick to come to that conclusion.

Anyway, the fact is I used a tragic event as a pretext to let a lot of my fears and worries run wild. Those fears and worries, I maintain, may not be unjustified; however, using the attempted murder of a congresswoman--an attempt which resulted in the death of six other people--as an excuse to get hysterical about them is. All of which, I suppose, just goes to show why I'm a lowly blogger, while James Fallows gets paid the big bucks:

Shootings of political figures are by definition "political." That's how the target came to public notice; it is why we say "assassination" rather than plain murder. But it is striking how rarely the "politics" of an assassination (or attempt) match up cleanly with the main issues for which a public figure has stood....

[T]he train of logic is:
1) anything that can be called an "assassination" is inherently political;
2) very often the "politics" are obscure, personal, or reflecting mental disorders rather than "normal" political disagreements. But now a further step,
3) the political tone of an era can have some bearing on violent events....[T]he anti-JFK hate-rhetoric in Dallas before his visit was so intense that for decades people debated whether the city was somehow "responsible" for the killing. (Even given that Lee Harvey Oswald was an outlier in all ways.)....

We don't know why the Tucson killer did what he did....But we know that it has been a time of extreme, implicitly violent political rhetoric and imagery....It is legitimate to discuss whether there is a connection between that tone and actual outbursts of violence, whatever the motivations of this killer turn out to be. At a minimum, it will be harder for anyone to talk -- on rallies, on cable TV, in ads -- about "eliminating" opponents, or to bring rifles to political meetings, or to say "don't retreat, reload."

If it really is the case that one of the consequences of this ugly, evil incident is that people calm down a little bit, that political vitriol may moderate some, then I suppose that would count as a silver lining. There may be some evidence that this will in fact be a consequence; yesterday, a leader of one Arizona Tea Party commented that "When we talk about Barack Obama, we've got to be clear, it's not personal. When we say he's destroying this country we are not saying he's doing it out malicious intent and a desire to cripple us. He has good intentions and he's wrong. I worry when that gets lost."

I wasn't part of that possible moderation yesterday, and I apologize for that. I don't apologize for my worries and fears--I'm pretty sure I can defend them in an argument--but neither would I would expect anyone worried and fearful about the things I consider valuable and worth fighting for to apologize for their views. I know people--good, devout, smart people, some of whom I consider to be real friends--who probably felt themselves caught up in my pretexts and accusations yesterday, and that makes my words all the more in the wrong.

Let me finish by quoting something that another friend, Matt Stannard, who is frankly a lot better at this public communications stuff than I, put on Facebook yesterday:

All ad homs aside: 1. Today was a sad, tragic day. 2. This type of violence happens all the time in many parts of the world; we should oppose it no matter where it occurs. 3. I appreciate that so many friends on all sides have been hanging out here arguing with/against me. To me, a good argument is like a good hug. I really love all of you. Let's all work on making the world more just and peaceful any way we can.

Indeed.

Saturday, January 08, 2011

Great Work, You Over-Hyped Violence-Infatuated Morons

This graph reflects the message which came out from Sarah Palin's PAC last year. Democrats that won in basically Republican districts who voted for the Affordable Care Act: what shall we do with them? Why, murder them, obviously.

No, of course, she didn't mean that. Of course, using gun sites to target the congressional districts of those she wanted to raise money for the fight against wasn't mean to be taken literally. Of course, her use of the language of "aiming" and "fighting" and firing "salvos" was just harmless rhetoric. Of course.

And Henry II, when the interference of his former friend Thomas Becket over Henry's plans to consolidate the authority of the crown of the church reportedly shouted out "What miserable drones and traitors have I nourished and brought up in my household, who let their lord be treated with such shameful contempt by a low-born cleric?"--or, as some more prosaically reported it, "Will no one rid me of this meddlesome priest?"--no doubt, he didn't really mean it either. Of course.

And well, now it so happens that one of Palin's "targets"--Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords, conservative Democrat, first elected in 2006, husband of an astronaut, mother of two--has been shot. Early reports said she'd been killed at the scene; later, we learned she was in critical condition and under surgery at a Tuscon hospital. A man managed to get close to her at one of her ordinary constituent events ("Congress on Your Corner"), and fired a weapon at point blank range at the Congresswoman and several others. Whether any died or may die is not yet know.

Sarah Palin, of course, Facebooked her condolences ("we all pray for the victims and their families, and for peace and justice"). And the new Speaker of the House quite honorably spoke out on behalf of one of the congresspeople he's responsible for: "An attack on one who serves is an attack on all who serve....This is a sad day for our country." And, of course--of course--no one is really to blame save the murderer, or murderer wanna-be, who evilly or sickly or both ran at the Congresswoman with death on his mind.

Except. Except. Except that all around there are spooky signs. Signs of things slipping away. Something about this president, and something about the health care reform act, seems to have tripped a wire, sent some people over the edge. Death panels. Socialism. Birther nonsense. People calling for capital punishment against illegal immigrants. State legislators in Wyoming trying to make it a crime to enforce the Affordable Care Act, which is the law. What's going on here?
I don't know, but it scares me, a little. I wonder if I want to earnest engage it and fight back, or if I just want to ironically dismiss, waiting for it to go away. I put on my political scientist hat, I remind myself that this country has gone through ideological upheavals and whipped-up hysteria before, I tell myself that, in the long run, stability will always win out. And I believe myself. Mostly.

Friday, January 07, 2011

Friday Morning Videos: "Let My Love Open the Door"

Two years ago, I started off 2009 with the power of The Who. This time around, as the first Friday Morning Video of 2011, I'll just do Pete Townshend working solo.



Anybody out there think the remix of this song for Grosse Pointe Blank was even better than the original? Because I sure do.

Thursday, January 06, 2011

An Epiphany--I Need a Novel (or Two) to Read

Writing and/or updating my course syllabi usually take up me days longer than I expect them to, and this semester hasn't been any exception. I had a few projects I wanted to start/finish/blog about/work on this week, but instead the whole week has been dates, assignments, tests, etc. There are worse ways to spend your working days, of course, but it did put me behind. Just the way to start the new year, right?

Well, I did manage to check out the blogs occasionally, and one thing I read today really did grab my attention. In fact, it gave me an epiphany--pretty appropriate for the day, I guess. It's a blog series being written by Michael Austin, an old friend of mine and a fellow academic here in Wichita (he is, in fact, the provost of Newman University, a Catholic school less than a mile away from my office here at Friends). He's reflecting on his recent completion of Tolstoy's War and Peace one of the very few "big classics" he'd never read before. He read the book on his Kindle--and now (partly, I flatter myself, because of the praise I heaped upon Nicholas Carr's The Shallows, a book which strongly questions the consequences of during literature and all communication into a wholly virtual phenomenon) he's wondering about the implications of that decision. How did reading War and Peace on a Kindle affect his reading experience...and what does the fact that so much of our reading these days is done on the interest mean, in anything, for our ability to read (or write?) such novels in the future? He is saying some great, thoughtful things; let me quote from his first entry:

War and Peace conveyed more moments of insight, not to mention genuine pleasure, than I could possibly discuss in a brief essay. But when I finished reading it, neither the insights nor the pleasure were enough. I also wanted the book. I had no intention of rereading it, or even of referring to it again. But I wanted to own it, to look at it, to feel it, and to mount it on my shelf as I would the head of a large and dangerous animal that I had stalked and killed. Dangerous and difficult tasks should result in substantial and impressive trophies. As much as I have tried, intellectually, to embrace the digital-age idea that a book is its content and not its physical form, I know, viscerally, that this is nonsense. Books have both an ideal and a material existence, and trying to consume the former without the latter just won’t work—at least not for me. I couldn’t stand the thought that I had invested so much of my life in, and derived such substantial benefit, from a book that I did not own. Somehow, everything that I took from the book seemed like stolen property. Even though I had paid almost as much to download the book as I would have to pay to purchase it, I still felt like a cheater. So, knowing that I would never open it again, but unable to imagine my shelf without a trophy, I bought the book.

I like what he's saying here--and not just because I'm a bibliophile who longs for a grand library with a sliding ladder to scoot along the shelves as well. No, what I like is his view of reading a long, serious, impressive book as an accomplishment worthy of a trophy. And it made me think about my own reading resolutions for the year, and I realized something: none of those books I committed myself to read and discuss--and I know this, because I've already read most or all of about half of them--were difficult in any profound sense. Some of them are better written than others, some of them I disagree with mostly and some I agree with mostly...but that's all a question of their arguments. Which is reasonable: they're all non-fiction; in fact, with one exception (PrairyErth), they're all works of scholarship. Shouldn't I try something which gives my imagination a work-out? Shouldn't I try, in other words, a novel?

I've never been a huge fiction reader, though I've gone through phases for a particular author (John Irving, John Steinbeck) or a particular genre (horror, fantasy) here and there over the years, and I've never abandoned fiction entirely. But I've never made it a priority. And, to be fair, I'm not going to make it one this year either. But it's been a very long time since I set for myself a serious novel or two to read, and if this is a year in which I continue to turn myself back into the serious reader which I long aspired to be, then I ought to do that again. So I will. But...what novel?

This is where I turn to you, friendly masses of the internet. Give me your recommendations. Old favorites, intimidating classics, both, neither: just give me something to work with. I put the question to Melissa, and she came up with Bram Stoker's Dracula. (She loved the book when she read it; Frankenstein, by contrast, she wasn't impressed by.) Cool idea! I'm going to ask Mike for his suggestions when I see him later today. (Maybe War and Peace? He has a copy, anyway...) But I want to throw this completely open. The fact is, I haven't done enough fiction reading in years to really know what I like, so I'm going to have to do some searching. Surely the internet doesn't lack opinionated people willing to suggest where I should start looking? I didn't think so.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Books to Blog About

For years, and for reasons that are equally the fault of my chosen vocation and intellectual trajectory, as well as my blogging habits, I've felt as though I really wasn't a very good reader. Especially as compared to my wife, whose Book Nut blog records her wide, thoughtful, and extensive ongoing career as a reader and reviewer, it seemed to me that I was far more dependent upon articles, commentaries, blog posts, interviews--really, anything except actual books. But this past year, I think I may have begun to change that.

Some of the change was due to reading Nicholas Carr's The Shallows, which really made me wonder about my attention span, my ability to focus on and stick with a plot or an argument for more than 20 minutes at a time. Some of it though, to be honest, was the result of a blog argument. Back in the spring, over three different posts, I interacted with a lot of other bloggers (including some of you, dear readers) over influential books in my life. Anyway, the upshot is that I feel like I'm slowly recovering the kind of serious book-reading habits I once possessed. So what's the best way to keep that recovering going? To blog about it, of course.

I have a dozen or so books sitting around the office; some of them I've read all the way through, some of them I've read part of, some of them I keep starting and stopping and promising myself to get back to eventually. Most of them are fairly new, but not all. All of them, though, are books that deserve talking about, in the manner which Jacob T. Levy does occasionally--not necessarily formal reviews, but commentary about what the book's claims mean to me, intellectually and otherwise. I do that occasionally as well, of course, but I could do it more often. So anyway, in place of any New Year's Resolutions, here's a list of books that, with any luck, I'll be blogging about at some point this year (alphabetical order by title):

1688: The First Modern Revolution, Steve Pincus (a Jacob Levy recommendation)

American Grace: How Religion Divides and Unites Us, Robert Putnam and David Campbell (since I will likely be on a panel with David later this year, I better have it done by then...)

The Art of Not Being Governed: An Anarchist History of Upland Southeast Asia, James C. Scott (this one has had--and is having, in conjunction with the next book--a deep and complicated/complicating impact on how I think about social justice)

Envisioning Real Utopias, Erik Olin Wright (Crooked Timber will supposedly be having a blog-symposium on this book at some point; I may wait to put up my thoughts until then)

Lament for a Nation: The Defeat of Canadian Nationalism, George Grant (maybe I could make this my Canada Day post for the year)

Making the Political: Founding and Action in the Political Theory of Zhang Shizhao, Leigh K. Jenco (a book that I need to digest in order to figure out how to correct all that I got wrong in my Hong Kong paper)

PrairyErth (A Deep Map), William Least Heat-Moon (as a resident of Kansas, I think I'm contractually obliged to discuss this at some point)

Race and Renunion: The Civil War in American Memory, David W. Blight (as this is the 150th anniversary of the Civil War, I figure it's appropriate for me to learn something about it's legacy)

Radical Homemakers: Reclaiming Domesticity from a Consumer Culture, Shannon Hayes (since I'm likely going to be part of roundtable discussing these issues later this spring as well, I need to get my thinking about this one worked out too)

Red Families v. Blue Families: Legal Polarization and the Creation of Culture, Naomi Cahn and June Carbone (I've been meaning to find the time to write about this since last summer)

A Secular Age, Charles Taylor (stop laughing, Camassia...)

Sovereignty: God, State, and Self, Jean Bethke Elshtain (anything Elshtain writes is worth arguing about)

Tough Choices: Structured Paternalism and the Landscape of Choice, Sigal R. Ben-Porath (I may get this one up soonest; it's a great book)

Will I actually get to all of these? Probably not, and there will probably be other books that will be substituted in along the way. But at least now I've written something down that I can be mocked for if I completely fail to follow through. Consider it my New Year's gift to you all.