The biggest surprise I had here was learning, after watching the end credits, that Naomi Scott is a Londoner.
Tuesday, November 19, 2024
Smile 2 (2024)
Monday, November 18, 2024
Inverted Transgressives
Earlier this year I read John Gray’s somewhat scattershot polemic, The New Leviathans: Thoughts After Liberalism. Now that we have been through the US election it does seem to me that Gray was hitting the mark more than I perhaps imagined at time.
It was thanks to one specific chapter that I undertook to read Dostoevsky’s Demons, a novel I had previously been deterred from approaching by an article I had read about all the supposedly worthy books in the canon which some people don’t actually find all that worth the effort after all.
I have been very pleasantly surprised by the sarky tone of the narration, having perhaps expected something a lot ‘heavier’. (To be fair The Devils/Demons/Possessed does not particularly suggest a glib-toned read.)
Anyway, Gray recommends the novel with an important caveat: we are not to bother ourselves with all the crazy, toxic nonsense Dostoevsky himself signed up for, but rather with the way he sends up the pretensions of the self-styled rationalists he detested. And with this statement, he reinforces a notion we sometimes lose sight of: both sides of any cultural argument can be talking out of their backsides.
The problem with unbelievers, Dostoevsky concluded, is that they often espouse a form of atheism that is in a sense a flight from a godless world, where apparently rationalist or humanist ideals are made to fill the void left by religious bunkum.
One of the eponymous demons of the story is a young man utterly convinced of his own independence of mind, who spends a lot of time spouting recycled claptrap.
The key delusion of these Russian ‘nihilists’ (so called because they believed that nothing mattered except science) was the commitment to totally free themselves from all constraints (history, custom, biology even) embarking on a programme of self-creation, from scratch, and this is surely one of the main reasons that this novel is so relevant to the liberal (or 'after’ liberal) discourse of our own time.
Ten days after Trump’s win, Silicon Valley behemoth Peter Thiel gave an interview in which he touched on some of the same themes, alluding to what he saw as the main reasons for a 'preference cascade' against the Democrats and their progressive project...
"The left became like Imperial Stormtroopers — identical, programmed, no individual thought."
Remember, acknowledging that he could be right about this, is not the same thing as feeling obliged to endorse his own political vision.
One difference I have noted in my reading of both Gray and Dostoevsky in 2024 is that the ‘free thinkers’ of the late nineteenth century loved nothing more than being called out for being ‘transgressive’ — boy did they wallow in the notoriety — whereas our own contemporary variety seem to like nothing more than ostracising anyone who opposes them as a dangerous, hate-filled crank. This time it is they who are the ‘normals’, and everyone else is somehow weird and defective.
This is perhaps a sub-plot to the more general observation that can be made of their speech: the more the hyper-liberals talk, the more of what they say becomes a kind of inversion of what the majority are likely to regard as factual.
And the majority have started to make use of that condition and its democratic authority to respond to the bullying and intellectual disdain that they have been treated to.
Saturday, November 16, 2024
The Echo
The first story in the Paul Bowles anthology and the first I read, maybe sixteen years ago — before I had personal experience of its setting — and the one that has stayed with me the most.
It oozes with almost excruciating tension and much of the author-composer's famous nastiness, though as I re-read it this week, I realised that I had misremembered the ending as actually even nastier than it turns out to be.
Bowles has been at least partially cancelled by the snowflakes, and it is not hard to see why.
In a recent post on this platform, I noted how we should practice representing the world as it OUGHT TO BE in our political discourse, but in fiction the reverse is usually the case — and yet many so-called progressives balk at this, and it would seem that Bowls has lately been found culpable of being a white man in the tropics who often depicted the locals doing startlingly weird and sometimes sinister things to the detriment of his own kind — and specifically when penning tales set in North Africa, also apparently guilty of a crime later to be properly defined by a sharp-suited ‘refugee’: Orientalism.
Yet this story works somewhat differently to the Bowles mean, set over here in a hot country that I am now personally more familiar with. And although there is indeed one ‘native’ within it who performs an act of prickly hostility, the otherness here otherwise remains essentially a backdrop to a dysfunctionality which already prevails within the white people relationships.
There are in a sense four main characters: three American women, mother, daughter, and the mother’s abrasive lesbian lover, and a cantilevered house.
The location is a spectacular (and spectacularly symbolic) gorge located a short mule ride from a made up Colombian village called Jamonocal, itself a not so short boat and train journey from Barranquilla.
The fundamental tensions in the relationships are revealed from the start — in a deliciously show don’t tell kind of way — via a letter from mother to daughter, read by the latter as she approaches via plane from Panama. After that, every interaction yanks it up yet further — even the surrounding vegetation puts in a proper shift in this respect as well.
I was reminded a bit of an Argie film we saw recently, Marea Alta (2020). In native Latin American treatments of these kind of situations ‘otherness’ typically comes into the lives of the blithely affluent and ‘modern’ via the home help — though in Verónica Chen’s movie it was a team of builders.
Bowles makes one or two telling references to the cantilevered house’s staff contingent, but they are less important dramatically than the disconnect between how the American ex-pats envisage their situation and how it actually is.
Bowles’s Guatemalan one-time protégé Rodrigo Rey Rosa — these days also residing in Tangiers — has made a pretty successful career out of writing novellas and stories with a similar sort of bite to them, but I guess that — given his background — he is rather less likely to be censured for it.
Meanwhile…Chispitas here suffered maternal abandonment, and so is very much plot-adjacent to The Echo.
If he is looking a bit ‘licked’ in pic #1 it is because Eclipse, a juvenile male also ditched by his mum after only a few days — entirely probably the very same mum — has stepped in to handle all the parts of keeping a tiny kitten alive and socialised in a manner beyond what we ourselves could possibly achieve — which is truly a wonder to behold.
Friday, November 15, 2024
Communications and outcomes
Tuesday, November 12, 2024
Disruptor
Trump’s primary qualities as an electoral disruptor are very personal to him. They permit him to form two unlikely coalitions, one for and one against.
(And in the US of course, there is a more or less explicit underlay of religious dingbattery.)
Sunday, November 10, 2024
Firebird
My first American girlfriend (my second serious girlfriend) possessed a Pontiac Firebird.
It was red, and the doors didn't open for some reason, so getting in and out felt authentically 'Dukes of Hazard'…though this was Long Island.
I think perhaps that I now regret that I was too busy responding to the curiosity of the people around me - the 'Englishman in New York' circus act - to have fully applied my own curiosity to the milieux.
However, 80s New York did write itself into my consciousness in important ways, and much like 80s Moscow, has taken its place as one of those destinations I have chalked off, but can never return to.
Saturday, November 09, 2024
A protracted groan...and not from the WC.
I had my second-most terrifying mid-air emergency experience on one of these in December 1989, returning from what had been my second trip to Central America.
Shortly after take-off there occurred what the captain described as a “full hydraulics failure”, which means that all the bits meant to move on the exterior of the plane, flaps and so on, weren’t really moving.
We were over the Atlantic, quite deep into darkness. We spent maybe forty minutes dumping fuel. All the while the air-frame groaned and our passage was anything but smooth. It was not an especially full flight, but everyone I could see around me was kind of frozen in their thoughts.
Coming back into Miami it became clear that the pilot could not tell if his landing gear was down, so we made two low passes beside the control tower, so that the personnel inside could determine if a safe landing would be possible.
It was.
We were then deposited by the same gate and told to await further updates, which we did, for hours, into the early hours in fact. The consistent message was that the status of our DC-10 was being reviewed, but of course absolutely nobody desired to get back on it.
Just when it seemed that we would be spending the entire night there, a threshold was passed, that of the hours any crew might be permitted to operate, and so at last we were collected and deposited into fairly awful ‘hotels’ close to the airport.
The next morning the plane remained doggedly un-fly-able. I was duly transferred onto a Pan Am flight to London, which would turn out to be the last time I was a passenger on that illustrious airline.
One year earlier I had missed the Lockerbie flight by one day. The rest of the Syracuse University contingent had been on my flight.
Much sex was had in the rear toilets.
Pogrom?
Referring to events in Amsterdam this week as a ‘pogrom’ is, on significant levels, not that much different to referring to events in Gaza as a ‘genocide’.
Hyperbolic use of analogues does a massive disservice to historical victims.
That said, one also needs to maintain a keen eye on the qualitative differences.
If Maccabi fans acted like football hooligans, in terms of chants and small to medium-scale property damage, accompanied by tribalist aggression, this does not justify an escalation to the next level, i.e. mob targeting of a specific cultural-ethnic group — any more than anything about the ‘context’ somehow justified October 7 — or indeed anything about the way the war has been conducted, retroactively.
‘Football’ contains, sublimates even, many of our worst masculine instincts, but there are certain things that it should never be allowed to provide sanctuary for, under any circumstances.
Hear me out...
This may indeed be one of those posts requiring that prefix.
Wednesday, November 06, 2024
Thinking Positive
More silver linings, beyond the fact that we won’t have to endure another contested US election, which would probably have destabilised American democracy more than anything Trump can do from inside the White House, especially with the Senate providing 'guard rails' as its Republican leader put it this morning…
Unless Trump decides to go full South American, there’s a natural 4-year term limit to how much more of his nonsense we will have to endure. (Complemented by the age factor.)
This gives the Dems a significant full reset opportunity in 2028, and they will need to take full advantage of the preparation time that they seemingly lacked this time around.
Whatever one thinks of the domestication of the Donald by the GOP, he came into this campaign less as an outsider surrounded by genuinely fringe and toxic Alt-Right ideologues. In fact, in spite of all the lying he continues to do, it’s the Dems’ base that has looked the more detached from factual reality at times.
The Republicans might have shifted to a a Trump alternative, Trump-lite, still focussing on the key populist issues and the economy and still won yesterday. That would have set up something looking more like a pencilled-in 8-year period in the wilderness for the progressive agenda.
Instead, as of today, the clock starts to tick towards a definitive conclusion and even if Donald does deliver on some of his ‘winning’ promises, we know that much of this Presidency will have the appearance of a shit show. And with any luck, by 2028 the Dems will have finally learned how to take advantage of this without relying exclusively on ad hominem attacks and fear mongering.
Vance has obvious limitations. Elon? Eek.
Harris did not improve on Biden’s performance in a single country across the country. Small percentage drop-offs everywhere amounted to an apparently substantial shift overall. Great care must be taken by the Dems in three years, but ideally sooner, in identifying the candidate and message combination which will likely reverse these losses amongst key ethnic and demographic groups. They need to show a much better understanding of the sensibilities driving these groups relative to the proposition they pump out.
Meanwhile, the next four years could turn out to be truly pivotal in European history, for Trump has now assumed the role of crash test dummy. If he delivers back home in a way that satisfies the instincts of his voters, especially the newer ones, this could empower political movements across the old continent, for whom border control would be their political battering ram. If he fails, or at least disappoints, surrounding himself in unbearable chaos, then the European centre might yet hold.
Tuesday, November 05, 2024
Careless Killings, Careless Language
Monday, November 04, 2024
El Fiambre is Kosher!
Sunday, November 03, 2024
Resistance is Futile
The instant the people under the care of UNRWA wholeheartedly embrace peaceful coexistence and a broadly secular form of nationhood, a version of this state will almost immediately appear, as if by miracle.
Ceasefires are not peace, they are an obstacle towards that end, for all they do is force a reset of the terms of on-going resistance to any mutually-viable settlement.
Those who choose to ignore or even deny this are either being very naïve or extremely disingenuous.
Other than a decisive, irreversible victory for either one of the 'sides', with all the horrors that would entail, the only way this conflict ever concludes is with a peace deal. Resistance is little more than perpetuation without any kind of reasoned objective in the medium or long terms.
And whenever I hear ‘resistance’ to describe the often un-tempered hostility of one set of combatants, I point out the bigger picture historically, which is this. The people of the Levant have spent the past millennium and a half resisting enforced Islamicisation from various external ethnic representatives of that faith. First Arabs, then Turks and now it seems, Persians as well, though up to now largely via surrogates.
This pressure was only briefly interrupted by a counter surge from the West, involving Germans and French-speaking Scandinavians in the main, and their rather stop-start attempts to forcibly re-Christianise the same region.
1500 years of war and oppression, sandwiched between these two self-regarding and enveloping civilisations. THAT is a story of resistance which has the scale which makes it worthy of primary consideration today, and not the one which is little more than a lasting expression of UN guilt for its ham-fisted attempts to break the cycle in the last century.
Saturday, November 02, 2024
Failures of Imagination
Nations are ‘imagined communities’, some imagined rather better than others, and as we have seen during this US election cycle, there are both superior and inferior imaginations in the mix.
So, the nation state is not any kind of absolute good. Why should it be? But together they make up our current international order which, if not optimal, is itself superior to many of the alternatives.
History has an interesting and somewhat overlooked lesson for us here. Incipient nations which consciously reject a clear opportunity to add the suffix “-hood” when the opportunity first arises, pay a very heavy price. To wit, Cuba and Palestine.
There is an element of near mythological original sin in each of these refusals. And both have since tried to over-compensate by donning the hair shirt of Marxist victimhood in a not particularly convincing manner.
Cuba might have gained independence at the same time as the other Spanish possessions in the Americas, such as Guatemala. But it was one of the most terrible of enslavement-based economies and the criollos, Cubans of Spanish descent, feared what would happen if they were left without a rescuer of last resort.
So they chose to pass on self-determination. Later, when the matter seemed more feasible and urgent, they were easy prey for that anti-colonial coloniser just a short raft-trip away.
And so they paid the price. Freedom came at a far bigger cost and most of their efforts to re-define it on their own terms have had the appearance of ideological self-harm.
Palestine also had the chance to embrace nationhood. Not just in 1948 in fact, for the carrot has been dangled repeatedly, but the temptation has never been able to outweigh the urge to continue the 1500-year-old project of forcibly Islamicising the entire Levant, by which I mean not only what the UN considers to be Israel, but also Lebanon.
It’s as if they ‘imagine’ themselves incapable of enjoying this formalised upgrade in status should any of the other ‘dhimmis’ of the medieval caliphate also be to enjoy it.
Like those Cuban criollos with their African slaves. The hold on to the delusion that the new order would have to encompass the old one.
Friday, November 01, 2024
Mythological Goggles
“Crusading reflected a social mentality grounded in war as a central force of protection, arbitration, social discipline, political expression and material gain. The crusades confirmed a communal identity comprising aggression, paranoia, nostalgia, wishful thinking and invented history.”
For 1500 years the Levant has been plagued by ideologies which are essentially non-native yet which insist that their ground zero is a certain spot in the city of Jerusalem. This sense of ownership in largely grounded in fabrications, fairy-tales.
It is also true of a certain group of extreme Zionists, originating in the US but also prevalent here in Guatemala, who are not even Jewish, but instead evangelical Christians.
The absolutist perspectives, which for the crusaders were grounded in the spiritual/apocalyptic — and in fact geographically transferable — notion of the Holy City on the hill, still prevent anyone who has signed up to these 'visions' from seeing reason today, because these groups have in effect constructed their communal identities and the sense of how to live their everyday lives around these stark obsessions.
One of the greater absurdities in the western side of this discourse is that the Radical Left appears to have concluded that Zionism is the only form of formalised false consciousness impacting on the conflicts in the Levant during modern times.
This POV represents almost the most outrageous pair of mythological goggles worn by anyone, arguably comparable with those worn by the Islamic fundamentalists: a prescription which pares down reality to a rigidly thematicised, 'anti-colonial' conceptualisation of history.
And as I wrote here the other day, UN institutions like UNRWA have started to operate like the Society of Jesus in the early modern period, a self-serving order which maintains a bizarre, hypocritical, extra-legal operation in the region, which ultimately works against integration and the establishment of stable, peaceful, collaborative societies which operate within the international order as it now stands.
Thursday, October 31, 2024
Marea Alta (2020)
Really enjoyed this, but it's one of those which I perceive might not be for everyone, and what was extremely prickly for me, could be almost stultifying for others.
Tuesday, October 29, 2024
Open Air Prisons
Gaza is often described rather loosely as an 'open air prison', notably by David Cameron.
What is far more resembles however is one of the great Jesuit missions set up during the early seventeenth centuries within the amorphous border zone between Brazil, Argentina and Paraguay.
Rather than being taught the violin, agriculture and how to sing in a choir, UNRWA, the modern equivalent of the Society of Jesus, appear to mainly want to pass on a form of cosmic grievance and hatred, but the effect is the same for the Gazans as it was for the Guaraní: total dependency.
They are forced to live within an artificial, anomalous legal bubble in which they are utterly infantilised, and thereby absolved of all responsibility for their own actions, and attitudes.
And UNRWA, just like the Jesuit order, defends the permanency of this state of tutelage for largely self-serving reasons.
Their ‘protected’ community needs more external aid than any other human population on Earth because, how else could they even exist?
They have to be comforted that theirs is not the ordinary lot of citizens, the task of building a prosperous secular society. UNRWA feeds them, not just with actual victuals paid for by outsiders, but also with an existential fantasy, a vision of a promised land, a world without the evil of Israel, without Jews and other infidels, a return to how things were before all the sins were committed, and these will of course all be forgiven.
One interesting difference however. The Jesuit missions resulted in a form of genocide. The Guaraní were incapable of adapting to their physical and spiritual cage, and thus died off rather rapidly.
Meanwhile in Gaza, in spite of a reported 40,000+ casualties of this recent war, the population has increased by a further 2% October to October.
It may be relevant that the Jesuits chose to immerse a ferocious people (Guaraní means war) in a permanent condition of peace, whereas UNRWA...
Monday, October 28, 2024
'Missing Context'
Marxism is a dialectical system, which on some levels means that it is more interested in where we have been and where we are going than where we are at now. (Sometimes emphatically so.)
Sunday, October 27, 2024
Monster (2023)
Kore-eda Hirokazu is my favourite director working in world cinema today, and all the finest qualities of his work, particularly when working in Japan and and with child actors, are on display here.
But not his writing, because the screenplay was produced by Yûji Sakamoto, most noted for his plays, television scripts and song lyrics.
Its episodic structure, featuring three re-treads of the same temporal ground, will have people reaching for their Rashōmon comparisons, but these are not three separate, subjective interpretations, but rather alternatively-skewed re-tellings, blending some things we've seen with things we haven't, with an adjusted mix of protagonists, central and support, seemingly with an objective of adding a bit more murk even as some clarity gradually emerges.
Within this tripartite structure, the narrative is a little disjointed with perceptible gaps that deliberately disrupt the experience of flow between scenes.
All this means that, on some levels, Monster feels a bit like hard work.
It certainly didn't help that in the version we watched, the hard-coded subtitles were a little off. It wasn't so much that the language was inaccurate, just that the way it was rendered came across as mechanical and affectless, and I'd imagine that the precision and tone are very important to this Cannes Best Screenplay winner. (It also took the Queer Palm in 2023.)
We also felt there were a few cultural references that went flying past us, and the ambience of urgent unfamiliarity was perhaps accentuated by the setting, around Lake Suwa (in Nagano prefecture), characteristic of a form of Japan one rarely comes across in the movies.
Freed from the need to tell the story with words, Kore-eda is conspicuously devoting himself to the visuals. He calibrates the colour palette in a manner I've not seen done before, which is both fun and a little distracting (one has a sense of being bombarded with details, foreground and background) and some of the scenes have that exquisite, ethereal quality which one tends to associate with the hand-drawn animations of Miyazaki — complemented by the equally diaphanous final score of the late Ryuchi Sakamoto.
Is Monster worth all the heightened attention (and sensibility) it appears to require? Resoundingly yes, I would say.
(For the record, one reviewer on IMDB commented that the 'monster' of the title is Japanese society and its mores. This is very much NOT a horror movie, but there does seem to be an underlying premise at work in the story that this society can sometimes function as a hall of mirrors, making it that much harder to make observations without perceiving malformations which are not really there.)