Some super-smart and rather funny people wrote recently in dismayed tones about the conquest of irony over satire.* I worry more about the death of disappointment.
Talking to American baby boomers, I sense a national self-image that now seems naive, quaint, and maybe a bit foolish. They felt their country could offer freedom and democracy and hope for the world — not just as a talking point but for real. I talked to one fellow in June who said that even after he turned against Vietnam, he still applied to the State Department — not realizing that they didn’t much hire Jews.
Who under 30 carries that kind of hope? Without hope, there is no disappointment. Without disappointment, no Chevy Chase on Saturday Night Live, no All the President’s Men, no “I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin-to-Die Rag” or “Ohio.” Not even, and this is art that came out in the 80s but was produced by a boomer…
read the whole delicious post by clicking hereBloom County, a daily comic that openly discussed safe sex, had its characters go on a closed-shop union-led strike, and talked of impeaching Reagan.
I think that the detachment and indifference one finds in youth culture and even in protest culture about the fate of the USA — and maybe of the developed world as a whole — is based on despair. We’ve given up hope that Enlightenment-era Constitutional democracy is anything but a cover for the rapaciousness that’s cataloged in the million-selling A People’s History of the United States and, on weekdays, in the Wall Street Journal. It’s like we feel it would be just as well to throw this draft out, ball it up and start over. And that would be great if any real revolutionary sentiment was flowing around, but it’s not — we’re not throwing out, we’re not starting over, and as we withdraw into negativity and hopelessness, real people are being killed in our wars and factories.
The most terrifying loss isn’t comedy or cine verite. It’s the loss of a wide-open youth culture in which people get together and commiserate and fix things — a culture motivated, maybe, by hope and disappointment. I know the Web is nice but no, it’s not the same. When veterans returned from Vietnam (forget the “spitting” myths, they are bullshit), the angriest and most alienated were welcomed by hippie and biker culture, each premised on love for different ideals of what America and humanity could be. Even while in Vietnam, they had open organized rebellions against the politicians who sent them to kill and die. (You are required to watch the extended 12-minute trailer.)
So, to draw the parallel, where do people go who return from Iraq? Almost half a million have served there. Many have been broken down. Being under fire for a year and taught to torture and having friends killed amid limited booze and unlimited ammo is not good for the mind.
The people I find on this blergh are, I think, still hopeful and put off by America’s turn away from ideals. Many of us are immigrants or children of immigrants, but other than that, I see little unifying theme. Maybe African-Americans have kept this kind of hope more than “whites”; at least their vote turnout is higher and let’s just say no European-American celebrities had the huevos to say the obvious about whether George Bush likes black people.
Why do some people continue to struggle for the deeper, more inspiring American dream, the one embodied in the best rhetoric of the Founding Fathers, while so many others seem willing to detach and watch, not even helping create an alternative but rather enjoying clever jokes about the chaos of the fall from Jon Stewart & Co.? Do they really feel so safe? Is it the deathwish of the privileged? What?
*OK, so I am reposting a barely rewritten comment I wrote for another blergh. That is because I have become functionally illiterate as a result of working for the Man. Enjoy this while you can, as I am regurgitating old prose, starting with the most recent, and before long I will have to start posting stories from my high-school literary magazine. At that time, the Internet can be expected to shrivel up in recoiling horror, unwilling to transmit such bad.
note: i moved this post down to make keep saurabh’s manifesto up top longer.
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