|Young Noam with Mom and Dad|
I considered titling this week's review "Conservatism for Dummies" but that seemed unnecessarily cruel. As someone raised with your basic anti-social, self-hating, ahistorical so-called "conservative" values, I enjoy reminding myself and others of both my shame as a young person at being cowed by that foolishness and celebrating my nearly infinite and enduring joy at being liberated from it today. Keeping track of what pass for ideas in RightWorld keeps the Bibliofella happy, busy, even entertained, especially in Orange County
, where you assume at your peril that people share your satisfaction at exercising what Noam Chomsky
calls "intellectual self-defense," especially against Reaction. Indeed, Mr. Bib
meets citizens who imagine themselves "conservative" or "libertarian" or espouse the "Objectivist
" worldview of a kooky second-rate fiction writer who is approximately to philosophy what Lafayette Ronald Hubbard
is to, well, Lafayette.
In my more charitable moments (which I try to keep at a minimum) I concede happily that this public OC default position of conservative is what sociologists call "culturally constructed," meaning that since so many have assumed it for so long, are seldom challenged, don't read books like the three recommended here, well, nobody really even knows what it is.
Funny story: Stopped at a light, behind the wheel of my bumper sticker-festooned VW microbus somewhere in the greater Irvine area once, I rolled down my passenger window in response to the sexy SUV-drivin' OC mom gesticulating my way. "You're not," she hollered, "a Republican, are you?" I grinned. She grinned back. I took her question for ironic, except that might have just been me, a guy who assumes people are funny, self-aware and playin' with their own stereotypes.
After all, I was the longhair driving the hippie love bus. In the County of Orange, assumptions about irony make for risky business. Reminds me of the warning on narcotics. No, maybe don't use irony while operating a motor vehicle, not in Reaganland. Instead, try this challenge: Ask a Rightie if, knowing what they now know, they would have marched with Dr. King. Ask, politely, if they would have voted for George Bush. Seriously.
|Liberal elite |
All this to say that keeping track of the Right and refuting it is a hobby, passion, compulsion. I do it so you don't have to! And,yes, I sort of have to. Except that, happily, three recent books succeed, with various strategies, at making this unlikely work kinda fun.
Thomas Frank, for instance, is a brilliant, funny writer. You knew that. His classic What's the Matter with Kansas? considered Frank's own benighted home state as a case study in mass voting against your own self-interest. The Wrecking Crew studied the evolution--you should forgive the phrase--of the modern Republican Party and took apart how it actually governs when in power. Frank is a cultural historian who writes about business and punk rock and is not--again, forgive me--an economist. His Baffler magazine once profiled, sarcastically, Newport Beach, world capital of mail fraud.
But here, we're in the present. In Pity the Billionaire, Frank marvels at how the obvious and clear failures of economic and social policy which nearly destroyed the nation resulted in revivals of the culture and politics of Wealth. By, weirdly, people who are not even wealthy! What to make of a revitalized Rightist "base" which responds to the greatest banking fraud in history by opposing banking reform?How to explain "populist" opposition to industry regulation after the Gulf disaster, or so-called grassroots protest on behalf of health insurance companies? How, in the face of the failure of corporate capitalism, can so-called conservatives, in some weird mockery of 1930's street protests, stand along the wide boulevards of Mission Viejo demanding, of all things, a return to the Gold Standard?
|I do mind!|
In Corey Robin
's philosophically rigorous, polemical, and no less fun (if you go in for this kind of thing) The Reactionary Mind
, we get answers. Mostly one. Robin says Conservatism doesn't really exist, taking giddy pleasure arguing that its boosters should correctly be called instead "counter-revolutionary" or "reactionary." He begins, provocatively: "I seat philosophers, statesmen, slaveholders, scribblers, Catholics
, fascists, evangelicals, businessmen, racists, and hacks at the same table: Hobbes
next to Hayek
across from Palin
in between Ayn Rand
and Antonin Scalia
, with Adams
, Ronald Reagan
, Theodore Roosevelt
, Margaret Thatcher
, Ernst Junger
, Carl Schmitt
, Winston Churchill
, Phyllis Schlafly
, Richard Nixon
, Irving Kristol
, Francis Fukuyama
, and George W. Bush
interspersed throughout." Some party! But where do we put Old Man Bren
, or at least the corpse of John Schmitz
Each of these characters represent opposition--French Revolution
to women's rights--to any and every variety of social movement pressing for freedom and equality. The relative if slow success of liberation movements defines and animates the reactionary imagination, or lack of it. "Failure, argues Robin,"is the wellspring of conservative renewal." It requires defeat. No, they would not have walked with MLK
. In fact, they'd have marched against
|Probably pro-choice. Ya think?|
Who could have predicted that birth control would be an issue in this election? But think about it. What if, tomorrow, all reproductive rights were abolished? The Right would lose half of its party, leaving the misogyny crowd standing there wondering what they ever shared with people holding signs about privatizing Social Security
|Backwards ever, Forward never!|