Review- Mieville, “The City and the City”

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China Mieville, “The City and the City” (2009) – China Mieville has claimed he wants to write at least one novel “in every genre,” which given the murky boundaries between them sounds like a difficult-to-define goal, but admirable. In “The City and the City” he tries his hand at the classic Chandler-esque detective story, except all Mieville-d up. The titular cities are Besz and Ul Qoma, two Eastern European city-states which are in some quasi-magical quasi-political sense superimposed on each other. They occupy the same physical space and the inhabitants of the two cities just learn to “unsee” each other. Act as though you notice the two cities are right on top of each other, a mysterious and vaguely magical inter-city secret police will take you away. A body is dumped in dreary, post-communist, vaguely-Serbia/Croatia-esque Besz, but the evidence leads to thriving if unequal, vaguely Albania/Bosnia-esque Ul Qoma. So, naturally, a world-weary Besz detective needs to team up with a Ul Qoma cop who plays by his own rules, etc. And naturally, being a Mieville story, there’s dark hints of Lovecraftian dark secrets lurking in the space between the two cities.

Mieville gained his reputation because his high-concept flights of imagination (and social messages- Mieville is a Trotskyite, last I checked) are grounded by his solid genre fiction instincts. This more or less works here, though like a lot of detective stories, the catch is ultimately less interesting than the chase. To tell the truth the chase starts to lag a little earlier than in most good crime novels as Mieville starts to lay his cards on the table about what, exactly, is going on with the two superimposed cities. It winds up being an ok gloss on nationalism as a concept, but nothing mind-blowing (“aren’t ALL national boundaries just as arbitrary as between these two superimposed city-states??”). It was pretty fun getting there, though. He does a decent commie-weird-fiction Chandler. ****

Review- Mieville, “The City and the City”

Review- Foner, “The Fiery Trial”

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Eric Foner, “The Fiery Trial: Abraham Lincoln and American Slavery” (2010) – H.L. Mencken once said “there are four kinds of books that seldom, if ever, lose money in the United States: first, murder stories; secondly, novels in which the heroine is forcibly overcome by the hero; thirdly, volumes on spiritualism, occultism and other such claptrap; and fourthly, books on Lincoln.” Mencken said that in an essay meant to denigrate the 16th president by way of his usual target, the silly sanctimonious bourgeoisie of early 20th century America (and by talking up George Washington- back then, the code was lefties, up to and including communists, liked Lincoln, where righties, up to and including fascists, liked Washington). Mencken was an asshole, whatever else he was.

But he had a real point- what more does anyone really need to say about Lincoln (or Washington, or given how much faster the myth machine works, Obama, at least until some of his records are declassified)?

Well, context counts for a lot, and it makes sense that major cultural touchstones are going to get recontextualized every so often. That’s what Eric Foner — probably the most prominent living American historian — proposed to do for Lincoln in the Obama era. Two aspects of that specific period (the book appeared in 2010) were stand out as Lincoln-adjacent. The first was the question of the relationship between politicians, movements, and highly divisive political/social questions. The second is that of Lincoln’s feelings and attitudes regarding slavery and race. Perhaps this is my own projection on the text, but having dealt with Lincoln-haters from both the right and the left who’ve thrown “well Lincoln was a RACIST!” in my face for various reasons as though that’s some winning card, I think discussing the relationship between personal attitudes and political actions can be worthwhile.

I’m probably talking this much about the context because the content doesn’t have a ton to criticize. Foner does his usual seamless job constructing nuanced but forceful arguments. His main thesis is that Lincoln was, in fact, imperfect. He was a politician, not an abolitionist, and he had retrograde attitudes about race- not uncommon at the time but not ones we should overlook (among other things, he was a proponent of shipping free blacks to Liberia or Central America astonishingly late in the game). His vision from the beginning revolved around American growth and prosperity and the promulgation of an individualistic free labor capitalist system (before the contradictions there in were fully apparent). He didn’t like slavery because it competed with free labor and threatened national unity. But so too, he thought, did abolitionist agitation and even the presence of blacks in America.

But he was a thoughtful and complicated politician, who answered both to changes in his own conscience (he, like many of his soldiers, became much more aware of how bad slavery was as the war wore on) but more importantly to organized pressure from outside. He was disinclined to side with abolitionists or the Radical Republicans on most issues, but found himself going in their direction time after time anyway. Sometimes, this was because the radicals read public opinion better than he did (like when he was scared treating slaves as contraband to be seized and freed would be unpopular in the North- it was anything but). Often, this was because they offered the only clear, consistent plans of action, against the muddle of half-measures proposed by more moderate figures (leaving aside how many respectable, conservative figures were in cahoots with disunionists). More than anything, Lincoln was open to changing his mind. This has led to the charge of him being weak or vacillating- he certainly doesn’t appear the former in Foner, but maybe that’s just because he typically moved in directions I approve of.

For contemporary radicals, Foner’s work is useful even if he isn’t necessarily 100 percent onside with all of our demands. Like Lincoln (perhaps influenced by a lifetime studying the early Republican Party!), Foner’s historical work has a couple of different sides. On the one hand, he has always emphasized the importance of movements pushing from outside the political mainstream to make radical change happen. On the other, he does not stint on depictions of how incapable the radicals — at least in the American historical contexts he writes — would be capable of effecting that change alone. He strongly implies the job couldn’t have been done by Radical Republican favorites Salmon Chase (too brittle) or William Seward (too flighty), and other figures contemporaries would identify with — Frederick Douglass, Wendell Phillips — never even came close to political power. Basically, Foner says you need politicians- people who can balance interests and make difficult decisions in divided communities.

I’m not sure that’s right in the sense of bourgeois politics. But I think in terms of an overarching art of politics ranging from at least the Ancient Greek polis to our own day, he’s right that attention to the art, beyond the rightness or wrongness of a given cause or the dogma associated with it, is necessary to success. Maybe our goal should be to see to it that every cook can debate Stephen Douglas and manage the Army of the Potomac… ****’

Review- Foner, “The Fiery Trial”

Review- Wolfe, “Operation Ares”

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Gene Wolfe, “Operation Ares” (1970) – I mainly associate Gene Wolfe with the Book of the New Sun, a staggering, profoundly immersive work and some of the best books I’ve read in the last few years. So it’s a little weird to read him doing straightforward pulp scifi, like “Operation Ares,” his first novel. In the early 21st century, welfare bureaucrats have suspended constitutional governance and run America into the ground. Wolfe’s depiction of callous, patronizing social service bureaucracy actually does seem pretty sharply drawn, though some of the other choices he makes for the world — namely, the welfare state consciously turning its back on technology, allowing the Soviets (now allies with the US) to pull way ahead — are real headscratchers even from the perspective of a paranoid mid-century American right-winger. The hero is a standard-issue scifi ubermensch, universally competent and cool-headed, who chafes under this reign of mediocrity and conspires with Martian colonists — who the liberals in the US abandoned and blame for their troubles — and, weirdly enough, the Maoist Chinese to rebel against the government and bring back the constitution.

Even leaving aside the politics, it’s a bit of a bummer to read Wolfe do such generic plots (and often hare-brained, ill-explained schemes- he would come to master the use of limiting information to the reader, but hadn’t at this time) and stock characters. But he brings some glimmers to it that more pedestrian writers wouldn’t. To his credit, the charges of the welfare bureaucrats are depicted as realistic humans (and, seemingly, aren’t racialized), and develop some interesting ideas of their own, including a sort of urban-primitivist hunter cult that’s pretty well-drawn. He gets some good mileage out of the strains in the alliance between the cerebral, technocratic Mars colonists, the Maoists, and the ragtag American constitutionalists, and isn’t naive about how much damage internecine war will do. But how much can you say about a scifi novel that ends with the hero lecturing King Bureaucrat about personal responsibility and the need for a Universal Basic Income to replace welfare entitlements? ***

Review- Wolfe, “Operation Ares”

Review- Lessing, “Landlocked”

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Doris Lessing, “Landlocked” (1965) – the fourth of Lessing’s “Children of Violence” series, Landlocked takes the story of Martha Quest (based on Lessing herself) to the end of her time in the colonized Rhodesia in which she was raised. The little group of reds, marooned in a provincial capital, among whom Martha tried to find meaning and companionship loses what little traction it had with the masses once WWII ends and Cold War anticommunist paranoia — racialized, naturally, in this white settler colony — takes hold. Quest continues trying to do her bit from the movement, even as her German Stalinist husband takes up open philandering (and in very progressive, “civilized” fashion, he encourages her to find her own boyfriend while they await his citizenship papers, which in turn will allow a divorce) and the little red scene in their town continues to split between stalinists, trotskyites, zionists, etc. In some of those painful scenes Lessing does so well, all of them try to reach out to the great prize, the black population, all painfully patronizing to varying degrees and completely unsuccessful. The whites are growing increasingly paranoid, the blacks are going to go their own way without much input from middle class white leftists, and no one’s fantasies or half-measures will cut it anymore. People also start to die at an alarming rate- some of sickness, some by violence, like the Greek RAF men posted to Rhodesia for the war, going back to Greece knowing that they will fight and die alongside their fellow communists in the civil war.

Lessing knew whereof she spoke when it came to sectarian backbiting and half-hearted efforts at living out values, and it shows, in this book and the previous installment, “A Ripple From the Storm.” She also depicts, like no other, living multiple lives- that was what her magnum opus, “The Golden Notebook,” is about, and in “Landlocked” we see her furiously pedaling her bike between her many lives: activist, thankless peacekeeper between activists, working secretary, wife, lover, daughter in a fraught relationship with a dying father and hypochondriac mother. The whole time, Martha is dreaming of making her way to Britain and escape- and she does get on the boat to Britain, in any event. This gives the whole installment a certain “running out the clock” feel, especially when you know that this is the penultimate book in the series, but Lessing can be relied upon to make even a feeling like that come alive. ****’

Review- Lessing, “Landlocked”

Review- Abbott, “Varieties of Sociological Imagination”

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Barbara Celarent (aka Andrew Abbott), “Varieties of Social Imagination” (2017) – Andrew Abbott made a fun decision when he was in charge of the American Journal of Sociology. In each issue for the six years he was in charge, he wrote little (~five page) capsule biographies/analyses of a given sociological figure from the perspective of a “Barbara Celarent,” a scholar writing from a University of Atlantis in the year 2049.

After the first year, all of the sociologists were from outside of the European/American metropole, and a lot of them weren’t sociologists in the conventional, professional sense- including Mariama Ba, a Senegalese novelist, Ali Shariati, the Iranian Islamist philosopher, political leaders like Leopold Senghor, etc. The essays are a good way to learn about a diverse body of interesting figures, especially scholars from peripheral and colonized countries before and around the period of decolonization, who can often be neglected in favor of post-independence figures.

The Celarent framing is fun though sometimes a little forcibly didactic in a twee kind of way. Abbott has some kind of point he wants to make about humanistic social science which sounds agreeable enough, but I could see being irked by someone with a substantial pulpit inventing a cool lady sociologist from the future to pick out a diverse cast of role models to chide his readers with on their assorted inefficiencies. The nature of the medium (and his Borges-gone-all-social-science schtick) means there’s no programmatic statement of how Celarent thinks us pastbound types should be doing it. Still and all, the essays are mostly engaging and edifying, and it’s encouraging to see someone do something a bit off the beaten path in academia for once. ****

Review- Abbott, “Varieties of Sociological Imagination”

Review- Kundera, “The Unbearable Lightness of Being”

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Milan Kundera, “The Unbearable Lightness of Being” (translated from the Czech by Michael Henry Heim) (1984) – Boring. And not in the way that people in my generation (and those younger) call things boring because they’re offended by something and want to brush it off. Genuinely not interesting, causing me to woolgather more than usual while reading it. Was/is the craze for Kundera part of the pre(?)-history of the Eastern Bloc — and the Czech lands in particular — being seen by westerners as a site of dispassionate, decadent sexual libertinage? Did this schmancy postmodern book prefigure the way in which the Czech Republic is synonymous with grindingly formulaic pseudo-amateur porn for millions of deeply lonely millennials whose main cultural outlet is the ‘tubes? Probably not! But thinking about that problem is more interesting than the comings and goings of Horny Czech, Horny Lady Czech, Lady Czech Who Believes In Love But Is Also Horny, Horny German Who Isn’t Quite Horny Enough To Make Anyone — Especially Women, Who Need A Real Man No Matter What They Say — Happy, etc. Or his philosophical maunderings, all of which are based on the idea that if everything happens but once, that means all of it is meaningless and hence, weightless. That seems exactly backwards for me. If everything is unique, wouldn’t that make everything rare and weighty? Probably he says something like that towards the end — this seems like the kind of book that deploys rope-a-dope epiphanies towards the end like so many ejector seats on a F117 meeting its first Serbian militias — but honestly, I wasn’t paying much attention towards the end. **

Review- Kundera, “The Unbearable Lightness of Being”

Review- Williams, The Country and the City

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Raymond Williams, “The Country and the City” (1973) – The great British social historians of the mid-twentieth century were almost obnoxiously overachieving. Raymond Williams may not have had the star power in history that his peers Eric Hobsbawm and EP Thompson had, but he shared their multifaceted intellectual productivity (he was a novelist on top of being a historian, critic, and activist- I wonder if his novels are any good). And I’d say he actually mastered and interwove two fields — history and criticism — in a way that the others mastered one (and dabbled in others).

The Country and the City is notionally about depictions of the countryside (and the city it is contrasted to) in English literature. It is that, but it’s more than that. It uses history — social history, the history of lived experience and changes in the basis of production and reproduction — to view literature and vice-versa, but it does more than that too. He really uses literature and history to interrogate each other. He traces the inner life of the British class structure through its literature, not not by taking the writings as prima facie evidence for a given belief or feeling common at a certain point, but by contrasting the imagery and tone of novels and poetry with what we know of the facts on the ground.

Perhaps the best example of this is his treatment of the consistent theme of “the good old days,” when good small landlords cared for their tenants and earned their respect, before big mean capitalist agriculture gave everyone the boot and created class society. Williams shows how successive generations of English writers cast that golden pastoral earlier and earlier in the past, up to at least the 14th century. But he doesn’t just dismiss these feelings, either. He interrogates the way pastoral idylls and laments (and he seems to know every piece of English literature ever produced) change over time, in structure, language, and tone, and incorporates them into his analysis of the “structure of feeling” about class society and history, primarily in the period of the agricultural and industrial revolutions between the 17th and 19th centuries.

These feelings went on to define, more than facts can, how people came to look at the past… and make decisions for the present. Williams was a socialist, and wanted to both excavate usable pasts — like the self-educated rural working people who resisted agrarian capitalism and its fantasies of contented (or better yet, doomed) small-folk — and illuminate better ways of understanding rural life, a frequent stumbling block for leftists (and sometimes a fatal one for leftists who attain power). There are, as he points out, really a lot of ways to understand it wrong. Learning to get it right the way Williams did — with immense erudition, a sharp critical eye, and deep empathy — sounds hard but also rewarding (and maybe necessary?).

There’s things to nitpick — his stuff on the city seems comparatively perfunctory next to his country material — but all in all it’s a masterful work, and deeply felt. Williams was a Welsh working-class country boy before going to Cambridge and becoming an academic, and he sees himself as providing lineaments for understanding the countryside (one wonders how he got along with Hobsbawm, a consummate urbanite even if he did help gentrify rural Wales). The Country and the City helps give the lie to the idea that social history has to be ignorant of culture, or drily written. *****

Review- Williams, The Country and the City

Review- Leckie, “Ancillary Justice”

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Ann Leckie, “Ancillary Justice” (2013) – this is some pretty good, straightforward space opera. A renegade spaceship AI, once a servant of a galactic empire, enacts a long-term revenge plot against the empire’s ruler, which sort of happens but in a sufficiently ambiguous way to leave room for a sequel. This was Leckie’s first published novel, and suffers from some hiccups but by and large delivers the goods.

Leckie got caught up in “Puppygate” — a sort of lightweight gamergate sequel within the scifi community — because her book hit the big time when some scifi reactionaries were making a ruckus about contemporary scifi supposedly being too liberal, PC, and dull. This has led “Ancillary Justice” to have a reputation for being out there and cerebral which it doesn’t really deserve. As far as I can tell, the “puppies” hit upon Leckie because she was a woman, a successful new writer, and because her space empire denizens lacked gender and called most everyone “she.” Of course, if they bothered to read past the first 30 pages or so, they would see that this space empire is hardly a genderless utopia but in fact the force the characters were rebelling against. Leckie invents a rank system for the imperial space fleet that is a lot more confusing and gratuitous than the pronouns. The most interesting part was the depiction of the Radchaai empire- notionally meritocratic but also clan-based, polytheistic in a vaguely “eastern” kind of way (lots of meditating and tea), run by the many clones of a sort of quasi-divine emperor. An empire of “she’s,” practicing what sounds a lot like pumpkin-spice-yoga-spirituality and run by people placed via “the Aptitudes” test trained to relentlessly overtake and assimilate other cultures- at a time when people thought Hillary Clinton really was going to define politics for a while, you can see why this may have gotten some neckbeards triggered. ****

Review- Leckie, “Ancillary Justice”

Review- Ferrante, “The Story of the Lost Child”

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Elena Ferrante, “The Story of the Lost Child” (translated from the Italian by Ann Goldstein) (2014) – the end of the Neapolitan novels, what to say! Most of what I said when I reviewed the previous installment holds. Ferrante lives up to the hype. Satisfying endings can be hard without being trite. Ferrante gestures to a few “closure” moments in the book as it depicts Lena and Lila’s twilight years, but maintains her devotion to the clear depiction of life’s complexity, while still wrapping things up definitively. Vague and platitudinous of me, I know, but what can I say?

I don’t know a lot about motherhood or loss, the major themes of this installment. To tell the truth I don’t know a ton about Italy either, but I know a little, and also some about the feeling of historical stalemate that hangs over the book. By the mid-80s, revolution and reform have all gotten their moment, Italy and especially Naples remain the same- violent, corrupt, vulgar. Ferrante depicts this feeling of loss without agreeing with the cynical pooh-poohing of many of the men in Lena’s life (especially Nino, the shit).

The closest thing to a bad thing I can say about the series is that it might make you feel bad you don’t have relationships as involved as the Lenu-Lila relationship (or, for that matter, a good dozen other relationships interwoven throughout the book, all masterfully depicted). But at my more optimistic, I think we do- we just don’t have Elena Ferrante doing the writing. *****

Review- Ferrante, “The Story of the Lost Child”

Review: Jankowski, “Communism and Collaboration”

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Paul Jankowski, “Communism and Collaboration: Simon Sabiani and Politics in Marseilles, 1919-1944” (1989) – French fascism is a funny thing, and arguably the most fecund field of study in terms of sheer gratuitous variety of movements, parties, and tendencies it contained (probably part of the reason they never really got that far before the German occupation). Jankowski examines the career of one of its odder specimens, Marseillaise politician Simon Sabiani, one of the leaders of the Parti Populaire Francaise. Sabiani started out a Communist, though it seems more out of general anti-system feeling in 1919 than out of belief in Marx or anything. More than anything, Sabiani was a machine politician, a dispenser of favors and collector of graft, a well-known type in urban politics and certainly well within Marseilles practice (and Boston- he reminds me a little bit of James Curley, but flightier). He built a base of fellow Corsicans, downwardly mobile petty bourgeois, and criminals. He despised the Popular Front as an electoral threat, and that blossomed into a general turn towards the right, as it did for his eventual notional boss in the PPF, Jacques Doriot. During the war, Sabiani oversaw the wholesale turning over of the PPF in Marseilles to the service of the Germans, though some of them stumbled into borderline-resistance activity (smuggling out Jews, etc), basically due to their long ingrained habit of graft. Jankowski depicts Sabiani as something of a throwback, with a few good instincts (betting on petty bourgeois resentment produces returns, then and now), but incapable of really understanding the forces unleashed by movements like communism and fascism, or by the war. He escaped justice and lived out his life under Peron and Franco’s protection, indulging in barstool fascist oratory to the end of his days.

The book has a certain dissertation-y feel to it, and as such assumes the reader knows more about Marseilles and interwar French politics going in than they might. But Jankowski also packs in a lot of fascinating granular description of how the shabby milieux of poverty, crime, and resentment incorporated itself into the fascist regime at the ground level. You get a better idea of how collaboration functioned — the give and take between prewar structures, the demands of the occupier, the ambitions of collaborators — than you often get. Though one is left wondering what the elite in Marseilles was up to all this time… even if the main interlocutor between the occupiers and the people was Sabiani, the populist, you have to figure it wasn’t all sailors and day-laborers carrying Nazi water. Anyway… good fuel for the Wire-style drama on occupation and resistance that my friend Drew and I fantasize about but will never actually make. ****’

Review: Jankowski, “Communism and Collaboration”