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June 26, 2010

TV Notes

Filed under: Arts and entertainment — Camassia @ 2:23 pm

I must say, my second year in Washington is really showing me what a different climate I have moved into from California. The first four-season cycle I went through was pretty mild, but this year we’ve lurched from record snowfall to record heat. All this has added up to a lot of time indoors on my part, and — since reading about fascism all the time can get a girl down — an inordinate amount of TV watching. Here are some things I’ve been tuned into lately:

The Good Wife. This drama series is basically two shows in one: a legal drama that deals with one case per week, a la Law & Order, and a longer-form story about one of the lawyers, whose husband was the attorney general of Illinois before being thrown in prison for soliciting prostitutes, as well as the office politics inside her law firm. Recently I stumbled across the Onion AV Club’s write-up of this show, and was surprised at how exactly the author’s reaction lined up with my own. “I watch every episode, and I enjoy every episode, and I am impressed by just how much the show is able to squeeze out of the old workplace drama model. And then every week, I have to force myself to watch the new episode. Once I’m done, and I’m still in love, I say, “Man, why didn’t I want to watch that?” But the next week rolls around, and I’m not interested, and it takes me a moment to remember just how much I liked the last episode. It’s a never-ending cycle, and I don’t know why I’m stuck in it.”

It’s an interesting example-by-inverse of something I’ve wondered about as a fiction reader: what makes a novel a “page-turner,” even when you know it’s not very good? Books like that tend to be “comfort food,” of a sort: they take place in a world that has moral structure and direction and you expect things to be neatly wrapped up in the end. The legal half of The Good Wife is actually like that. Although the lawyers engage in a lot more skulduggery than Perry Mason did, the show is basically optimistic that the courts can be a vehicle for justice. The other half of the show is exactly the opposite. It takes place in the world of Chicago politics, after all, and everyone swims in moral murk. The characters are rarely perfectly honest with each other, to the point that the audience can also feel left out of what’s really going on. Moral ambiguity can make for great drama, of course, but it is harder to fit into the needs of storytelling. There needs to be some kind of arc — a fall, a redemption, a learning experience, etc. — and right now, I don’t know where these characters are heading but sort of dread it. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to go back and watch.

Man vs. Wild/Survivorman
. This is not really the sort of thing I would have thought I’d like. Each of these two shows follows a man dropped into some remote wilderness location with minimal gear, who then survives off the land for a number of days, explaining his methods as he goes. This is the sort of vocation that seems a little bit nuts, and the fact that they kill animals onscreen makes me wince (though we are talking mainly about insects here). But I guess the appeal of the wilderness locations to my apartment-bound self is obvious, and I find that following a man going through them on foot gives me a more ground-level, you-are-there sense of them than the more panoramic nature documentaries I’ve watched all my life. The Sahara desert seems like a far more interesting place now that I’ve tracked Bear Grylls through it on Man vs. Wild; there are sand dunes and oases, yes, but there are also trees popping up in the middle of nowhere, clusters of bushes with huge poisonous gourds, and the odd Bedouin offering you a goat testicle out of hospitality.

Though the two shows have a very similar format, they have somewhat different attitudes. Survivorman, the older show (it ended in 2008), features stoic Canadian survivalist Les Stroud filming himself in complete solitude for seven days. Although he is usually within hiking distance of a support crew, he understands the peril of his situation and plays things pretty conservatively, avoiding most hazards, fasting rather than eating something that might make him sick, and occasionally bailing out early if things are just not working out. Grylls, a flamboyant Englishman, takes his camera crew along with him and plunges into practically every danger he comes across; if the natural environment doesn’t bring enough excitement, they’ll stage a challenge for him. This sometimes makes Man vs. Wild seem less like survivalism than like a wilderness-based circus act. And if you’re impressed by sword swallowers, you should see the stuff that Bear eats. I sometimes wonder if he’s being a bad influence on younger viewers; watching him could take those playground games of “I dare you to eat that!” to a whole new level.

Still, I have a hard time holding it against Bear because he always seems to be having so much fun. As scripted TV seems to keep getting darker and more cynical, I often find myself turning to reality shows if I want to be put in a good mood. Such as…

Clean House. This is a variation on the home-makeover show, focusing on people with insane amounts of clutter. The crew swoops in on homeowners who are getting buried in their own junk, persuades them to part with many of their beloved objects, holds a yard sale, and uses the money to refurbish what’s left. I wouldn’t have been interested in this show a few years ago, but going through the long, arduous process of clearing out my grandparents’ house really made me a fan. As a “reality” show it’s at the Man vs. Wild level of stageyness, but it still captures the mixture of comedy and horror in such an enterprise. And the conversations with the homeowners, with their conflicted attitudes (“Save me from all this crap! No wait, don’t take that!”) make me feel a bit like I’m finally hearing the other half of the conversation I kept having with my grandfather in my head: “What on earth were you thinking? What the heck is this thing?” And of course, it all ends happily.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars. This is another show that I’m kind of surprised to find myself liking. While I don’t feel that George Lucas raped my childhood, I did feel things were going downhill with the prequels, so watching the weekly cartoon version seemed like eating something way past its expiration date.

When I finally did see an episode though, I remembered the line from some Internet critic to the effect of, “Finally, Star Wars has become the Saturday matinee serial it always was in its heart.” Since the show takes place within an already finished story (specifically, between Episodes II and III), it does not have the burden of trying to move forward an epic narrative, and can go back to just having fun. You get the tone right off from the narrator who gets us rolling on each episode, who I could swear is the same guy who narrated Superfriends back in the ’70s. It’s just that pulpy. The computer animation, to my untrained eye, looks really good, and shows that ILM hasn’t exhausted its imagination yet. Like the movies, the series borrows plot elements from all over the place, but it isn’t even bothering to hide it anymore. One set of adventures featured a giant prehistoric animal awakened from its long slumber who goes on a rampage, called (naturally) the Zillo Beast.

Amidst all the lighthearted fun, though, I think the series does honor one element of the original film that the prequels didn’t. When Obi-Wan first tells Luke about his father, he says, “He was the best star-pilot in the galaxy, and a cunning warrior. … And he was a good friend.” Anakin seems like such a mess throughout the prequels that you don’t really see that, but the series, unencumbered by the Darth Vader plotline, is essentially a buddy show about the Republic’s top two enforcers. It makes me feel even more strongly that Lucas is best at telling heroic tales of adventure, not morally ambiguous tragedies.

June 23, 2010

More on nationalism

Filed under: Books,Politics and society — Camassia @ 9:14 am

For those of you who even remember my last post (aarggh, where does the time go?), I wanted to elaborate a little more on the pull of nationalism in the early 20th century European milieu in which fascism developed. It was a time when nationalism was the happening thing. World War I was dispiriting to western Europe, but it brought about the fulfillment of many nationalist aspirations. Poland was reconstituted after spending 150 years carved up between the Germans and the Russians; the countries of Czechoslovakia and Yugoslavia were created out of the remains of the Austro-Hungarian empire. Robert O. Paxton, in The Anatomy of Fascism, explains that liberals of the day — who were sort of cosmopolitan libertarians at that point — “wanted to organize the world by the principle of self-determination of nations. Satisfied nationalities, each within its own state, would coexist in such natural harmony, according to liberal doctrine, that no external force would be needed to keep the peace.” Of course, that’s not how it turned out. The ethnic subgroups within the new countries were unsatisfied, eventually leading to the breakup of Czechoslovakia and Yugoslavia; in the nearer term, the states that had lost territory wanted to avenge themselves, helping augment the rise of fascist governments in those countries.

What interests me about the liberal view of the time is that, although it sounds hopelessly idealistic when Paxton spells it out like that, the idea that self-determination is a cure for expansionist ambition keeps cropping up everywhere. One of the odder examples of this was Jim Pinkerton’s 2007 essay holding up Tolkien’s hobbits as model citizens: without big dreams, simply defending their own territory and getting on with their lives. What was odd about it was that he posited this as a strategy against a rising radical Islam. He imagines “Christendom” pulling together in a sort of geographic monoculture, drawing a physical border between itself and the Islamic world which it could then militarily defend. As for Israel, he imagines that Christians and Muslims can striked a grand deal. “When all Christians, and all Muslims, are brought to the bargaining table, they all become stakeholders in a pacific outcome.”

It’s funny that this piece appeared in The American Conservative magazine, because it sounds a lot like the Wilsonian liberal international vision Paxton described above, only with religion taking the place of nation. And various libertarians, localists and social democrats have also posited versions of this idea, though usually built around smaller entities: states, communities, families, individuals, or some combination of the above. What they all have in common is a version of the idea that, if you just let people run their own lives, the urge to impose themselves on others will be greatly diminished. The error people make, this line of thinking goes, is believing in universal standards and morals; that keeps tempting people to meddle in others’ affairs.

The rise of fascism offers a serious rebuke to this idea. As I pointed out in my last post, one surprising thing about them was that they didn’t believe in universal ideologies; their doctrines, Paxton points out, were flexible, intermingled with national traits and interests, and therefore unexportable. They did not really aim to make the rest of the world like them, but that didn’t stop them from wanting to rule.

Why the difference? One factor, as I have already noted, is that the defeated imperial powers looked into themselves and their pasts and saw, well, imperial powers. To turn into hobbits wouldn’t have exactly been in character, it would have been imposed on them by losing the war. But also noteworthy is the fact that Paxton says several times that fascists saw themselves as part of a “Darwinian struggle” between peoples. I don’t know how much they literally thought of it in terms of Darwinian selection, but evidently they assumed competition to be the natural state of things. If we don’t conquer, the thinking goes, someone will conquer us.

In thinking that way, the fascists actually had a pretty good point. World history certainly supports the conquer-or-be-conquered thesis. Factors such as population growth, climate change, and resource exhaustion, that have obliged people to keep migrating throughout history, playing havoc with the everybody-stay-within-bounds idea. And it points up a fact that is often ignored, namely, the peace-through-self-determination scheme actually is a universalist ideology. Everyone in it has to be about equally hobbitlike. If just one group breaks out and decides to conquer the world, and they gain anything from it, that will pretty well wreck the general social compact. Localism, in a sense, works best if you think globally: it is best for society as a whole if I stay within my community bounds. If you really look at the world from an entirely local point of view — here are my people, and the rest of the world is alien and much bigger than we are — you can see how that wouldn’t lend itself to peace.

June 10, 2010

Fascism, nationalism, and other good stuff

Filed under: Books,Politics and society — Camassia @ 9:39 am

I’ve been reading Robert Paxton’s The Anatomy of Fascism lately, as it seems relevant to the subjects I’ve been posting about. (Posting very slowly I know — sorry!) The connection to racial identity is obvious, but I actually first thought I should read about fascism when I described my own problems with democratic politics. The ideal of human community as a harmonious hive, the vaguely biological concept of a healthy society — sounds slightly familiar, no? So I thought I should look into it, not so much to break Godwin’s Law on myself, but to see if the similarity means anything, and if so, where the fascists went wrong.

So far, I’ve read about the earliest fascist movements and their philosophical forebears, and they are familiar in some surprising ways. One thing I didn’t quite realize is that one of the philosophical bases for fascism was the impossibility of knowing objective truth. Fascist doctrine, Paxton points out, is rather difficult to make general statements about because it embraced the particularity of every country it appeared in, and so was not really made for export; and because a fixed set of principles wasn’t as important as the mystical unity of nation and leader. Fascism “replaced politics with aesthetics” Paxton quotes someone as saying (I forget who), and in some ways it does sound like fascists movements had the unity of a bunch of fans of the same rock band as activists in a political movement.

I think this sounds so familiar because it sounds so much like the broadly postmodern/emergent/anabaptist Christians I’ve been hanging out with the last few years. They also reject the Enlightenment idea of how to know truth, instead turning to a sort of communalism centered around devotion to a person (in this case, Jesus). They also tend to distrust large-scale economies like capitalism and socialism and have an intermittent romance with a more localist agrarian past, which the early fascists also did. They also like the idea of themselves as an entire alternative society, rather than just an actor within a society. Paxton writes that when Mussolini decided to run for office, the purists of the movement saw this as an unacceptable compromise. “Idealistic early fascists saw themselves as offering a new form of public life — an “antiparty” — capable of gathering the entire nation, in opposition to both parliamentary liberalism, with its encouragement of faction, and socialism, with its class struggle,” he writes.

But the differences are equally conspicuous. What really made the fascists what they were was that once they lost faith in universal truth and the global economy, their alternative was nationalism. Indeed, when it came to real-world politics, nationalism got priority over virtually all other fascist precepts. It’s rather difficult for me to relate to that. Probably one reason is that nations in Europe are rather different from America. Although both Germany and Italy are relatively new countries, formed in the 19th century, they could call on broad ethnic identities that were very old. The U.S.A. can’t really escape its origins as a country based on an idea or a philosophy rather than an identification with land and ancestors. Race is about the closest thing Americans have to that pre-rational type of identity, which is doubtless why race is the central fixation of such fascist movements as there are in the U.S. But even that has a problem: the white race is much bigger than America, especially given the broad way Americans construe it. (The German definition of “Aryan” allowed them to rule out all sorts of people we would consider white.) As such, I don’t think America can ever be particular in quite the way European countries are. Even the most fervent patriots around here tend to see it as the apotheosis of universal qualities: it’s the freest country, the most Christian, or whatever.

Another conspicuous difference is that as much as fascists liked unity, they were also obsessed with militarism. Many of them believed that war was good for both individual and social health. Paxton doesn’t elaborate greatly on this line of thinking, but definitely one factor is that fascists drew on a great many veterans of World War I. It’s difficult for Americans to fathom how vast the impact this war had, in terms of what percentage of people fought in it, and were killed in it or otherwise affected by it. Only the Civil War compared in that respect; but whereas the Civil War, for the victors at least, fit well enough into the modern narrative of progressive freedom, the Great War brought on existential doubts even for the victors. This led to some great antiwar artworks, but on the other hand, it also left many veterans feeling that the ungrateful, and now alien, civilian world really owed them something. At the same time, they may have wanted to bring the things they really liked about war to civilian life. In his classic essay Why Men Love War, William Broyles described experiences that fit fascism to a T: the sense of comradeship, the intensity of life on the edge of death, the “eerie clarity” that removes all the gray areas, the escape from mundane realities and responsibilities, the relief from the anxieties of freedom. The fact that so few Americans today have actual war experience may account for how certain fascist-like impulses can actually coexist with pacifism.

But of course the 800-pound gorilla of differences is religion. Like I said, many modern Christians feel a fascist-like devotion to a person, but that person is not on earth (not now, anyway). On the other hand, devotion to an earthly leader, or desire for one to come along, seemed to be the sine qua non of fascism. This is also a bit difficult for me to relate to as an American, perhaps because I don’t come from the European tradition of monarchy. Sure, Americans fall in love with political leaders all the time, but they don’t tend to build a normative politics around the idea of absolute dictatorship. But whatever the reason, fascism’s totalizing politics made religion as much a competitor as anything else. The movement’s attitude toward Christianity seemed to range between ambivalence and indifference. Sure, Christian churches were part of the particular national cultures that fascists purported to defend; but the universalist nature of the faith rather put them at odds with playing such a role.

Still, I have a lot of questions after reading the first fifty-odd pages of the book, which I’m not sure Paxton is going to answer. I wrote the last couple posts asking what the purpose of race is, and am therefore interested in the fact that the idea of “national destiny” was apparently a big part of fascist thinking. But so far Paxton hasn’t explained what these supposed destinies are or where they came from. It would also be interesting to hear more about how Italians conceived of “la razza” in a fascist way without necessarily thinking of it in a biological way — apparently, the obsession with biological purity was really a Germanic thing. But we’ll see what develops, as we get into the era where fascists actually start to hold power.

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