Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Book Review


Neoism, Plagiarism & Praxis

by Stewart Home

     The 20th century saw a proliferation of modernist avant-garde art movements. By the 1960s, the numbers and intensity of these schools had begun to dwindle and the so-called postmodernist era had arrived. The artist and author Stewart Home got involved with a group called the Neoists in the 1980s as well as some other obscure movements and projects. In Neoism, Plagiarism and Praxis some theories and activities of these groups get documented and explained.
     The core principles of avant-garde art movements are twofold: one is to critique the institution of art and the other is to radically sweep away all existing institutional forms of oppression for the complete and absolute liberation of human society. The avant-garde embraces both aesthetics and politics. Home identifies one thread of the avant-garde movements that includes Futurism, Dada, and Surrealism. He does not go into great detail about these movements because, as any art student would know, they have been sufficiently explained in plenty of other places. These schools are linked to the later movements of the Situationist International and Fluxus, of which Home has more to say about since they influenced Neoism more directly.
     The avant-garde movements proved to be problematic, mainly because they quickly got assimilated into the culture of the society they wished to destroy. Their works became commodities and now a billionaire can easily purchase one of Marcel Duchamp’s Readymades for a hefty price. Their rebellion became institutionalized and their critiques of capitalism became celebrated by postmodernist art critic buffoons who love using six-syllable words without knowing what they mean. The SI and Fluxus tried to work around this by de-emphasizing traditional art objects and orienting art more towards performance, happenings, and pranks.
     This is where Neoism and the loose networks of art groups mentioned in this book come in. Stewart Home embraces aspects of SI and Fluxus while deriding them at the same time. He rightfully claims that the these movements never developed a mature or coherent theory while the art institution embraced them without really understanding what they were about. So Neoist happenings, the Festival of Plagiarism, the K Foundation, and the Art Strike of 1990-1993 were set up to critique and offend the art snobs and curators who collect art the way big game hunters collect trophies mounted and manicured by taxidermists without any understand of the animals they kill.
     These anti-art movements run some serious risks though. They could be so obscure and opaque that the society they seek to fight against just ignores them. As long as they don’t make too much noise when people are trying to sleep, they might just be left to themselves. No art movement or underground scene has ever overthrown the established order and probably never will. These cells of artists can also become just as elitist and insular as the art establishment and possibly even more so.
Neoism, Plagiarism and Praxis is a book of essays, articles, letters, and interviews. Along with the commentaries on the art movements Home is associated with, he also explains the literary theory of his fiction and goes into some details regarding occultism and secret societies. The latter topic could do with more explanation since he seems to be making a valid point; Home identifies certain “currents” running through society and these currents include avant-garde art movements, underground counter cultures, urban guerrilla movements, and secret societies. His claim is that these are motivated by similar social, psychological, and political impulses. It is something I have given a lot of thought to over the years and would like to hear more from other like-minded authors. There is some redundancy in the ideas presented in this book but that is not really a flaw in the writing since this is a collection of short pieces written for various sources and contexts, not a tome written from beginning to end. The ideas are provocative and serve the purpose of chipping away at the edges of whatever mental cell you have built to imprison your own mind in.
     Stewart Home’s writing almost dares you to offer an interpretation of it. You might get the impression that whatever conclusions you draw, he will tell you they are wrong. Maybe that is for your own good. 

Home, Stewart. Neoism, Plagiarism & Praxis. AK Press, Edinburgh & San Francisco, 1995. 



The Markko Polo Adventurers

Nagasaki

from the lp Orienta


The Markko Polo Adventurers

Night Of the Tiger

from the lp Orienta


Sammy Baloji

Monday, December 30, 2019

I had coffee with a San Francisco Satanist group and this is what I learned


“Bagel with tomato, avocado, cucumber and onion,” yells the heavily-tattooed barista at the kink cafĂ© & boutique Wicked Grounds.
 
Tabitha Slander shakes her head. “I didn’t ask for onion,” she says to her friends. They tell her not to worry about it and she picks up her food, then places it on the table, a foot away from a black pentagram tablecloth and miniature bronze statue of the goat demon Baphomet.


Friday, December 20, 2019


The Art Ensemble of Chicago

Ancient To the Future


A Neoist Research Project

short film by N.O. Cantsin

Book Review


Parade to Glory: The Shriners and Their Caravan to Destiny

by Fred Van Deventer

     There was a time in the 20th century when the Ancient Arabic Order Of the Of the Nobles Of the Mystic Shrine, otherwise known as The Shriners, were the premier fraternal order of America. In Parade to Glory Fred Van Deventer chronicles the founding and rise of the order. As a book it does have its shortcomings but it is probably the most comprehensive and detailed account of their history that is available to the general public.
     Van Deventer begins with an account of the origins of The Shriners. The founding member, physician William Florence, was inspired to found a new fraternity based on a secret ritual he wrote himself. After the Civil War, he held a meeting in New York City with thirteen other men to draw up plans to get started. It was to be a club open only to the elitist of the most elite Freemasons in the country. After gathering enough support, the Mecca Temple was consecrated in New York with the Damascus Temple being the second to open in Rochester. Their popularity blossomed rapidly from there.
     The author of Parade to Glory is obviously an advocate of The Shriners. That does not stop him from giving a down to Earth account of their founding myth which involves secret books, lost manuscripts, and damaged documents that all serve the purpose of shrouding it in mystery. Supposedly the actor and comedian Walter Fleming went on a pilgrimage throughout the Mediterranean and Middle East where he discovered a network of secret societies derived from an order put together by Mohammad the prophet of Islam himself. It contains all the usual secret society lore involving Sufis, Rosicrucians, the Illuminati, the Knights Templar, and, of course, the Freemasons. In reality though, the founding myth is all fiction. Walter Fleming had never been outside of America, the jargon of The Shriners is more Hebrew than Arabic, and few, if any, Shriners actually knew anything about Islamic culture or history. Van Deventer claims the fantastic story of the order’s origins does not matter since their activities are what really counts.
     From there we get a detailed history of the growth of The Shriners. Far from being a smooth process, there were a lot of controversies along the way. Power struggles and financial mismanagement have been problems from the start. Conflicts with the mainstream Freemasons and some negative perceptions held by the general public have also followed them throughout their existence; their hard drinking, pranks, and loud parties earned them a reputation for being a bunch of rowdy drunks. There were also times, especially after World War II, when the organization grew so rapidly that they were unable to accommodate all their intiates.
     The Shriners thrived though and had more successes than failures. Parade to Glory provides plenty of accounts involving parades, circuses, conventions, and philanthropic activities. Some of the most interesting parts of the book tell the story of how the Shriners free children’s hospitals were established to help the physically disabled and victims of burns without regard to race or religion. Some of the less interesting parts of the book describe the internal politics of their organization. There are some long and dry accounts of meetings, committees, debates, and policy discussions. Interestingly, The Shriners are almost like a nation unto themselves with charters, legal codes, and bylaws that they manage quite effectively. Van Deventer’s detailed passages about their political and financial structures take up most of the book and are not especially fun to read, Do not bother reading Parade to Glory if you are looking for detailed descriptions of Shriner pageants and rituals. Those are secrets revealed only to initiated members. Conspiracy theorists will not find anything here either.
     While the AAONMS once held a prominent position in American society, their membership has been steadily declining in recent years and they seem to be an anachronism now. In our age of political correctness, the idea of successful businessmen play acting at being Muslims does not sit well with many people. Their gaudy Middle Eastern costumes and dĂ©cor get vilified as examples of cultural appropriation. Using the Waters of Zemzem as a code word for alcohol is patently offensive to most Muslims since alcohol is forbidden in Islam and the Well of Zamzam is a stop on the hajj pilgrimage in Mecca. Blackface performers are called out and condemned in public as they should be (but to be fair there are a sizable number of African-American Shriners and some all-black splinter groups like the Moorish Science Temple and the Black Hebrew Israelites grew out of the AAONMS). Animal rights activists have decimated circuses with lawsuits. Exclusive clubs open only to men are roundly condemned by feminists. Clowns have become associated with horror movies and serial killers thanks to the likes of John Wayne Gacy. Most Shriners are now elderly men in an ageist society that does not believe in degrading anyone unless, of course, they are over the age of 50 in which case they receive an extreme amount of scorn from younger people. But the Shriner’s children’s hospitals are still thriving; this is ironic considering that these hospitals were possibly the most politically correct and non-discriminatory institution of the 20th century. When it came to philanthropy, they really did practice what they preached unlike today’s social constructionist theorists who do not appear to do much to help anybody but themselves.
     There are not many books about The Shriners, or most of the other old time fraternal orders either. These clubs and philanthropic associations are a fading relic from the past. We live in an age of mass shootings and epidemic levels of depression, suicide, and loneliness; people spend most of their time staring at cell phones or playing video games or bickering on social media, overly-sensitive Americans take themselves too seriously and appear to have lost their ability to have fun. Even sports have become more about winning than enjoying the competition of the game. Maybe a little brotherhood, charity, and fun are what is missing in our times. Parade to Glory is not an especially well-written book but it does open a window on a sector of 20th century society that is vanishing. Reading it may make you realize just how much our country has changed and not always for the better. 

Van Deventer, Fred. Parade to Glory: The Shriners and Their Caravan to Destiny. Pyramid Books, New York: 1964. 


Communiques from the Weatherman Underground


Hello. This is Bernardine Dohn.
I'm Going to read A DECLARATION OF A STATE OF WAR


Tuesday, December 17, 2019


Edward Hopper: Painter of Alienation

short film by Colin Wingfield

The Strange Death of Dutch Schultz


     Arthur Flegenheimer never had it easy. He was born at the turn of the 20th century to newly immigrated German-Jewish parents who had just gotten married in Manhattan. By the age of ten, his father had abandoned the family, an event that left an emotional scar that bothered him until the end of his short and brutal life. As he rose in the ranks of the criminal underworld, he had earned the nickname Dutch Schultz, the name he will always be remembered by.
     During his teenage years, Dutch Schultz learned to fight in the streets of New York City. He caught on to the arts of robbing and stealing. He got arrested during a burglary attempt and sent to prison. He was a troublesome prisoner who had a tough time taking orders. After he escaped, he got recaptured and given an extended sentence in a workhouse upstate.
     By the time he got out, Prohibition was in full swing. Dutch Schultz worked as a bouncer in a speakeasy, helped to smuggle liquor from Canada across the Canadian border, and rode with guns in his hands on the passenger side of trucks transporting illegal swill from clandestine distilleries to secretive bars; transport trucks often got hijacked by rival gangs who wanted to steal liquor and Dutch was prepared to shoot to protect the cargo.
     This is how he got his mob name. Schultz Trucking employed him to work as security and, being of German descent, the lower class gangsters dubbed him “Dutch”, a corruption of the word “Deutsch” which apparently was too difficult for the uneducated thugs to pronounce. He kept the name and took up a side-gig as a bouncer in a drinking den owned by Joey Noe. When a small-time dealer refused to buy their homebrewed beer, Dutch Schultz and Joey Noe kidnapped him, hung him in a basement by his thumbs on a meat hook, and rubbed a rag saturated in syphilitic pus in eyes. They let the guy go but he soon went blind and his gang never refused to buy their beer again.
When the Mafia wars broke out in the 1930s, Joey Noe got shot. Dutch Schultz became the sole leader of the gang but his top soldier, Vincent Coll, demanded that he take Joey Noe’s place as a boss, equal in stature. Dutch didn’t like that idea so Vincent Coll split and formed his own squad; the plan was to assassinate Dutch Schultz and take over the old gang. But Schultz was wise to his scheme and sent a team of machine-gunners to riddle his body with bullets while making a call in a phone booth inside a drug store.
     Prohibition ended. Dutch Schultz took to numbers running and extortion to make up for the loss in profits from bootlegging. Many Manhattan restaurant owners ended up with broken bones after refusing to pay protection money. A stink bomb set off during a dinner rush or a little waiter’s union strike helped him collect donations with businessmen who were a little stingy when it comes to making charitable donations to the mob. When Dutch Schultz realized that one of his henchmen named Julie Martin was skimming a little cream from the top of his milk, he took the crook to a private party in a hotel with two of his best buddies. In a drunken rage, Dutch Schultz shot Martin in the head, used a knife to carve the heart out of the corpse, and dumped the body in a snowbank. He later apologized to his two friends because they had to see him lose his temper.
     The pigs were onto Dutch Schultz; unable to effectively link him to any crimes, the federal attorney Thomas Dewey took him to court on charges of tax evasion. The courts decided that Schultz could never get a fair trial if held in New York City so they rescheduled it in the town of Malone, New York. When Dutch Schultz arrived he began making friends, spending lots of money, and donating considerable sums to charity. He became the best of the good guys around town and the local jury, enamored with the nice man who was so much fun to be around, found him innocent. New York’s Mayor La Guardia did not like the verdict and permanently banned Schultz from Manhattan. He took up residence in The Bronx.
     Dutch Schultz and Thomas Dewey were not done with each other yet.
During his sojourn in Malone, Dutch’s gang was being run by Bo Weinberg. But his legal defense fund was costing the crew a lot of money. Weinberg secretly met with Lucky Luciano and together they divided up all the operations between them and took control over the cash flow. When Dutch Schultz learned about this, he met with Luciano but they decided to keep the peace and Dutch’s went down a notch in status. Bo Weinberg disappeared.
     By this time The Syndicate and Murder Inc. were well-established as the rulers of the organized crime underworld. The Five Families were working together and La Cosa Nostra was on its way up. Thomas Dewey, their mortal enemy and greatest existential threat, began laying plans for increased surveillance in an operation to prosecute and take down the mob. Dutch Schultz approached The Syndicate and proposed a scheme to rub Dewey out. At first a couple other members liked the idea but Lucky Luciano brought a counter-argument to the floor. The murder of the federal attorney would most likely result in increased scrutiny of their operations so the council voted not to engage in the plot.
     Dutch Schultz went away frustrated. In secret he laid plans to carry the job out himself. He sent men to shadow Dewey as he left his apartment building every morning. The punctual prosecutor went to work at the same time every day. The hired hit men were preparing to move in for the kill. Then Lucky Luciano learned Dutch Schultz had taken the gangster law into his own hands. Luciano had had enough. Dutch Schulz was the loosest cannon in a cartel of loose canons and something had to be done.
     In October of 1935, Dutch Schultz was having a meeting with three colleagues in the Palace Chop House in Newark, New Jersey. A car pulled up in front. The getaway driver waited while two wise guys from Murder Inc., Charles Workman and Mendy Weiss, entered through the front door. The bartender, familiar with their faces, ducked down behind the bar. Workman walked towards the dining room at the back and Weiss went to the restroom to take a leak. A man stood at the sink, washing his hands. Weiss shot him in the side, took a piss, then walked out. The two entered the dining area which was empty except for three men who were known associates of Dutch Schultz. Otto Berman took bullets first. A slug went through Abe Landau’s neck. Lulu Rosenkranz was shot repeatedly at point blank range. Berman, Landau and Rosenkranz spent their last living hours shooting at the two assassins as they ran away.
     While Mendy Weiss ran out the door, Workman, in a state of confusion, wondered where Dutch Schultz was. He looked in the bathroom and saw the body lying all bloody on the floor. Schultz was the man Mendy Weiss had shot when the pair first entered the establishment.  Workman stopped to relieve Dutch Schultz of his wallet. Meanwhile, Mendy Weiss decided that Workman was taking too long and told the getaway driver to go, leaving his partner behind. Workman re-entered the bar and Landau shot him. Dutch Schultz, who actually was not dead, crawled out of the bathroom and demanded someone call an ambulance. Rosenkranz crawled to the bartender, still cowering behind the bar, asked for a shot of whiskey and gave him five nickels and asked for a quarter which he then gave to Schultz who called for help.
     The ambulance came and took Dutch Schultz away. Drifting in and out of lucidity, Schultz took $3000 out of his pocket and gave it to the medics because he knew he wouldn’t need it anymore. They had no pain killers so they fetched a bottle of brandy from the bar and told him to drink every time it started to hurt.
     As Schultz lay dying in bed, his wife and the police listened to him ramble incoherently, trying to get information about who the hitmen were. He whispered about lambs and little girls, flowers and fields and forests while a scribe tried to write down everything he said. The fragmented sentenced sounded like disharmonious verses of French Symbolist poetry. Some believed the surrealistic words were directions to where his money was hidden. Others though he was speaking in code. Conspiracy theorists still think he was relaying a message meant to be heard only by some secret society.
     A Catholic priest came to the ward to deliver the extreme unction. Dutch Schultz had earlier received baptismal rites because he wanted to get on Lucky Luciano’s good side. Despite being buried in a Catholic cemetery, his dead body was draped with a talit. Besides his wife, two other women came to claim an inheritance. Arthur “Dutch Schultz” Flegenheimer, amongst all his other crimes, was a bigamist as well. None of his three wives received any money though. He had sealed his fortunes in a safe and buried them in a secret location. Treasure hunters to this day are still searching the Catskill Mountains for his loot which has never been found.
     Dutch Schultz was the man The Syndicate murdered to save the life of Thomas Dewey, the prosecutor who biggest ambition was to watch them all fry in the electric chair.

Reference

Turkus, Burtun B. and Feder, Sid. Murder Inc.: The Story Of the Syndicate. Da Capo Press, New York: 2003


Sunday, December 15, 2019


Shriners Parade Through San Francisco

stock footage (1966)


Sabbath Assembly

I Satan

from the lp Quaternity

Book Review


Money by Martin Amis

     Money talks and bullshit walks. We’ve all heard that saying. John Self, the lead charcter in Martin Amis’ novel Money infuses a new meaning into the saying. Self is a British version of the 1980s nouveau riche and his money gets him everything he wants; he literally is a walking pile of bullshit though.
     As a mixture of Ignatius J. Reilly, the Tasmanian Devil, John Belushi, and GG Allin with access to a seemingly unlimited line of credit, John Self tears like a hurricane of filth through the lowest and highest ranks of Manhattan. He is an obese, obscene, gluttonous yob on an alcohol-fueled rampage, consuming cigarettes, junk food, liquor, prostitutes, and pornography in colossal quantities. Unbelievably shallow and infantile, he operates without intellect, motivated by pure instinct and impulse but at times strangely charming despite himself.
     Ironically, the big idiot has a way with words. The narrative of Money is John Self’s own internal monologue and the language is a big part of the its appeal. He describes his misadventures in vivid and precise detail. The descriptions are loaded with Cockney slang, British witticisms, complex word play, ironies, alliteration, double meanings, and inside jokes. Amis plays the presence and absence game well by having John Self wake up with hangovers after a binge-drinking blackouts; the odd injuries, strange objects found in his pockets and hair, lipstick smears on his ear, and what appears to be lubrication in his ass crack signify that Self went through a memorable night but leaves the actual story untold so the reader can piece the elements together for themselves.
     While the mind of John Self may not plunge to incredible depths, the concepts of money and pornography work effectively as psychological reference points for explaining how his mind works. Self has access to vast amounts of cash but money also figures allegorically in the narrative; it is his libido, his life force, his psyche, the polluted energy that permeates his brain, blasting him through New York and London like a firehose filled with poisonous sludge. Money is a tidal wave of sewage that carries John Self as he surfs on it to the fulfillment all his delusional dreams.
Like money, pornography acts as a frame of mental reference too. The exchange of money for meaningless, explicit, transitory, and unsatisfying sensation is a mode of consciousness for Self. It is his method of interpreting the world, his philosophical framework, and his primary motivating impulse. His mind is so saturated with pornography that when he gazes up at a cloud in the sky it looks like a giant pussy to him.
     John Self had an American mother but spent half his childhood in the working class slums of London, raised by a man who runs a low-class pub with cheap liquor, slot machines, and strippers in a hidden back room. One of the strippers is his soon-to-be mother-in-law who shows him a photo spread she did for a pornographic magazine while crying tears of joy because she has so much pride in her accomplishments. Self shows no sign of an emotional reaction as if he just shuts down his mind to avoid the initial turmoil of the situation. There are times when his humanity shows through the cracks in his character armor and eventually we see that he is a profoundly lonely person who is not equipped with the traits or strengths he needs to find himself out of the nightmare of his life.
     John Self finds some success as a director of commercials, flies off to New York City to celebrate, and meets up with a film producer named Fielding Goodney who hires him to direct a feature film with some celebrities who may or may not be well-known. Goodney supplies Self with tons of money as pre-payment and so the perverted rampage around Manhattan begins. Fielding Goodney is John Self’s entry into the lives of upper-class socialites. He is also his nemesis. Meanwhile, Self starts getting phone calls in his hotel room from a man he names Frank the Phone. Frank has an uncanny ability to know all the intimate details of everything John Self does in public; he vows to humiliate and destroy John Self. The phone calls continue all throughout the book.
     But John Self goes through a change. When he reads the film’s script, he realizes the neurotic actors who were hired by Fielding Goodney were incompatible with it and ultimately incompatible with each other. John Self, alert to the fact that the movie production is a train wreck waiting to happen, returns to London and hires a writer named Martin Amis to rewrite the script. At the same time, Self is reading Orwell’s Animal Farm because an attractive female acquaintance named Martina lent it to him in Manhattan. Self does not seem to get the deeper meaning of the novelette and instead gets preoccupied with the talking pigs that run the farm. It is not hard to understand why, but Self unconsciously identifies with the pigs and has a bit of an awakening. He does not take control of a farm but he, the pig, does begin to take control of his life. His infatuation with Martina motivates him to refine his tastes, ease up on the drinking, make a pitiful attempt at exercising, and polish up his manners. His better self starts to emerge. Martina may not be in love with him, she does start to have feelings of affection for him.
     He also takes control of the movie production by hiring Martin Amis. They work together so that the plot makes more sense and the characters align more closely to the personalities of the actors meant to play them. John Self stops acting like an uncontrollable oaf and starts behaving like a director. Contrary to Fielding Goodney’s ulterior motives, Self takes charge of the movie and his own life as well. He becomes a lay psychologist by helping the actors to overcome their anxieties and insecurities and then they start to feel they can not continue. For a brief moment we see that Self has the potential to at least be an ordinary human being when given the chance.
     Martin Amis is not an overbearingly pedantic author; he does not try to preach or make a moral lesson the center of a story. But one lesson to be learned, expressed with subtlety, is that reading makes people more complete as human beings. John Self becomes more self aware and begins to grow up, first when he reads the original script for his film and second when Martina gives him books by George Orwell to read. As the novel progresses, Self continues to read and finds comfort in books and libraries when he later hits rock bottom. Reading saves his life. While this theme of the importance of books is not center stage in the plot, Amis does show us how they begin to replace pornography as Self’s intellectual frame of reference.
     At this point, the novel starts to take on all the cliches and trappings of a romantic comedy or the zero-to-hero transformative plot so abundantly common in Hollywood movies. But Self has not really changed all that much yet and events take a turn for the worse.
     But aren’t the names Martina and Martin A. (Amis) just a little too similar to be coincidental? The two characters are like the axis around which John Self’s changes revolve. Take a step outside the narrative for a minute. While John Self is the center of the cyclone, the film script has Oedipal parallels to his own family life. The author Martin Amis makes himself a character in the novel, the one who gets hired to rewrite the script as the author Martin Amis writes the novel. There is a metanarrative within a metanarrative. Money is a frame within a frame within a frame within…well, you can just say the number of frames are somewhere between four and infinity. By now the metanarrative is a postmodernist clichĂ© and one that is sadly accredited to postmodernism itself, hence all the references to Shakespeare throughout the story. Amis can get away with this now since Money was written about forty years ago before the literary convention became a redundant distraction for writers who wanted to show how cool they were. Money really stand out though because he inserts so many frames into the narrative and still makes the story a coherent whole; the shifting frames of reference are handled effectively without causing any confusion or disruptions in the narrative flow.
     By following the logic of the metanarrative, we get a passage where the character Martin Amis is explaining to John Self how an author causes a fictional character to feel pain in order to indicate that something is wrong. Simultaneously John Self’s toothache begins to hurt him, just as it does throughout the whole book. Therefore, Martin Amis the character draws attention to Martin Amis the author which draws attention to the novel as a work of fiction, a framework inserted into reality but a framework that reveals truths about the reality in which it exists. We are also reminded that John Self is a fictional character but also a fictional character that came from Martin Amis’s mind, an externalization of an idea the author feels he needs to address. The metanarrative not only goes inwards, into the novel, but expands outside the framework of the novel itself and into the metanarratives that exist beyond the covers of the book.
     So a lot can be said about John Self. Is he really the worst character in the story? Fielding Goodney may be more evil. He arbitrarily creates the whole situation. He is the wannabe puppet master, the wizard behind the curtain, the one who adds the most fuel to John Self’s fire. He encourages and enables John Self to run wild so he can shame and humiliate him. Het sets him up to tear him down. John Self is a rat, albeit a bloated and a buffoonish one, in Goodney’s maze. But if Goodney is a puppet master he is one that can not control his puppet. John Self at least makes a feeble attempt to improve his life and become a better person; Fielding Goodney makes no attempt at redemption whatsoever. Is Fielding a metaphor for an author? If so, what does that say about the characters an author creates?

     But what does Money mean to us as readers? Many people say that John Self is so repulsive that they do not understand why anybody would want to read this book. If John Self were a run-of-the-mill man, so bland he would never need to redeem himself, would there be any point in reading about him? Why you would want to read Money is a question you have to answer for yourself. The fact that you may have asked that question to begin with shows that the novel has forced you to question the relationship between the reader and what they read. Underneath all the layers of filth this book has to offer, may it is not about money after all. Maybe your own money is not your money in Amis’s sense of the word; maybe your money is what you read. Maybe you read for the same reason Self looks at pornography; maybe you enjoy watching him degrade himself for money as a form of public spectacle so you can feel superior to him. Maybe you get your voyeuristic thrills by reading about characters who humiliate themselves with their self-defeating behavior for your pleasure. Maybe John Self is a reflection of a part of your Self and you are not so much better than him after all.

Amis, Martin. Money. Penguin Books, New York: 2010. 

Thursday, December 12, 2019

Antisemitism and Black Nationalism



One of the artefacts resulting from the rise of the smartphone and social media is the phenomenon of abusive racists caught on camera. One such episode took place recently on the London Underground. A man stood over a seated Jewish family with children, ranting at them for about twenty minutes, ignoring the father’s repeated requests to leave them alone. Another man tried to intervene and was threatened with violence. Reportedly, at least three people filmed the episode, and a clip from one of these videos went viral on Twitter and then appeared in the media. The abuser was later identified and arrested. The unpleasant story had a feel good ending, when a hijab-wearing Muslim woman intervened on the Jewish family’s behalf. She was later identified as Asma Shuweikh, and the father met her to personally thank her for her support. What began as a tirade of hatred ended as a story of cross-faith solidarity.


Monday, December 9, 2019


Lieutenant Caramel

Les Delices de la Foret Noire


Lieutenant Caramel

Expectation


Lieutenant Caramel

Homage au Fuetre



Adventures in Narco-Tourism


In an evolving Medellin, locals and tourists struggle with the bloody legacy of Pablo Escobar




Cabaret Voltaire

Protection

Book Review


The Naked and the Dead

by Norman Mailer

     Readers expecting Norman Mailer’s The Naked and the Dead will, almost inevitably, be disappointed if they expect it to be a conventional war novel. It is not a story of combat operations, gritty heroism, tough guy fearlessness in the face of danger, or a patriotic celebration of American greatness. Instead, World War II functions as a setting for portraying the lives of the men who enlisted and fought. Going into this sprawling novel with the right expectations will make it a more meaningful reading experience.
     Mailer was heavily influenced by Marxist thought in his younger days and this shows in his treatment of the army; there is no lead character and in the forefront of the writing are the men who make up a platoon of recon soldiers sent to invade a fictional Filipino island called Atopopei. After landing on the shore, they build a bivouac, do menial chores, engage in some minor combat, and get to know each other as they do a lot of waiting. Rather than portraying the army as a conglomeration of faceless troops who march to any orders they receive, Mailer makes each one an individual with their own hopes, fears, dreams, anxieties, and individual personalities. We are reminded that each soldier is a human being. Many of these men are uneducated, lower class, and only once or twice removed from the lumpenproletariat. They are not magnanimous superheroes of combat; they are ordinary people that would probably be considered mediocre by most people’s standards. But they are still men and despite their flaws, offensive habits, and lack of ambition, Mailer does not want us to forget that. Most of the novel is dedicated to building them up as characters. Just as Melville described all the intricate aspects of whaling in Moby Dick so the reader could easily visualize what was happening during the final hunt, Mailer thoroughly acquaints us with the inner workings of each character’s mind so we can make sense of how they react during the fruitless detail they get assigned in the end.
     Another Marxist theme that permeates The Naked and the Dead is that of class conflict. While the lower ranking soldiers are crude and uncouth, the officers they despise are painted in unflattering colors. The Texan Croft acts as the sergeant leading the platoon; he is a sadist and a psychopath. His desire is to get promoted but, a lot like Captain Ahab, he leads them on a mission that is futile and insists on carrying it through even when it is obvious they need to stop. Croft is incapable as seeing other people as people and Mailer exemplifies him as the type of leader the American military depends on.
     What little plot there is revolves around the relationship between Lieutenant Hearne and General Cummings. Hearne is a white, upper-class liberal with a wishy-washy personality. He wants to feel comradeship with the enlisted men he commands but has trouble relating to them. He is naive and can not make up his mind about what he believes. Cummings takes interest in him but the interest is ambiguous. He feels a sense of paternalism towards Hearne and possibly even a physical attraction to him. Their relationship is an echo of Billy Budd, though, and the mixed emotions Cummings feels cause him to send the lieutenant on what might be a suicide mission.
     Cummings is a complex character and one that is hard to sympathize with. He calls himself a reactionary, sympathizes with fascism while engaging in a war to defeat Hitler, and thinks of himself as a genius trying to attain the powers of a god. He clearly states that America’s purpose in fighting World War II is not to save the Jews but to assert American hegemony. He is motivated by deep insecurities though. Mailer drops hints that he has repressed homosexual cravings. His marriage is failing. He has memories of being mugged and beaten nearly to death during a business trip in Rome. His subordinates do not obey his orders and his superiors snub him when he asks for a back up ship for an operation to penetrate the Japanese lines from the rear of Atopopei. True to Mailer’s form, the suggestion of anal penetration is probably deliberate; even in his early works, Mailer had an obsessive tendency to write about anuses. Cummings writes journal entries because he thinks of himself as an intellectual heavyweight but in reality his philosophy is little more than generic Freudian descriptions of guns as phallic symbols, battlefields as wombs, and the trajectory of shells following the arc shape of a breast or a man’s ass.
     When Hearne defies Cummings’ orders, he is sent out to lead the recon troops through the jungle to attack the Japanese from behind while the other units attack from the front. The mission is pointless, though, since the Japanese are backed up against Mount Anaka and have nowhere to go if attacked from the front. The platoon is too small for the mission anyways and they are sent without adequate supplies. Even after they leave, Cummings can not decide if he sent Hearne on the detail because he wanted him to get killed.
     The Naked and the Dead is a great book if you catch on to what Mailer wanted to accomplish. The characters are easily understood and realistically drawn. The portrayal of the commanding officers makes a poignant point about the psychological nature of powerful men. Every character is naked because the narrative strips them all of their outer facades and they are all dead because the military dehumanizes them, treats them like machines, and sends them off to die without regard for who they are as people. The idea that human life is confusing and fragile is expressed well. The novel’s biggest flaw is that Mailer sometimes spends too much time describing things that do not need to be exhaustively described. This flaw does not ruin the book though.
     While The Naked and the Dead is not a protest novel, it does portray war and the military in a negative light. It is no surprise that Norman Mailer went on to become a leftist and a participant in the anti-war movement of the 1960s. It is also interesting to see what kind of writer he was before he had his psychotic breakdown in the 1950s. The roots of the older Norman Mailer are here. 

Mailer, Norman. The Naked and the Dead. Picador/Henry Holt and Company, New York: 1998.

Wednesday, December 4, 2019


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Milan Kundera's Czech Citizenship Is Restored After 40 Years


The novelist Milan Kundera left Czechoslovakia in 1975. He and his wife had gone to France for what was supposed to be a short stint at a university, and they did not go back. The communist government revoked Kundera's citizenship in 1979, and since then he has scarcely returned to his homeland, even after the fall of the Iron Curtain.