October 2019

We’ll Talk of the Old Ways to Find New Ways That Might…

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Alan Jacobs:

Not many people read this blog, but those who do typically just read the most recent posts — three days back, max. I add links to earlier posts, but almost no one clicks on them. People don’t click on tags either. And I think that’s because we have all been trained by social media to skim the most recent things and then go on to something else. We just don’t do deeper dives any more. So one of the things I want to be thinking about is: How can I encourage readers of my blog to seek some of the benefits that I get from it?

Jacobs says he still hopes for a blogging renaissance, but in order for that to happen, he thinks readers will have to become more invested in the project. He notes that one of the fun things about tending a blog is seeing the development of your thought over time as it pertains to certain themes and topics, and if I’m understanding him correctly, he wishes his readers were equally as interested in the history of that development. Like any narcissist, I’m happy to reflect on the scintillating wonder that is me, but I can’t imagine why other people would be interested.

I think of blogging as a reflective form of conversation, sometimes with particular individuals, other times with a generic Constant Reader in mind. I don’t need to know your life story to have a good conversation with you now. If we continue to converse, I trust the relevant details will reveal themselves organically, in their own good time, as in real-life relationships. I don’t want to grab your lapels like the Ancient Mariner and say, “Hey, thanks for visiting my site! Let me tell you everything I’ve ever thought about this subject! Here’s the links; start clicking!” As a reader, I tend to feel about hyperlinks the way Noël Coward felt about footnotes. I appreciate that an author wants to be diligent in providing context and supporting evidence, but I’m still not going to click on more than two or three links in a typical post or article, and to be honest, there are few if any writers so compelling as to make me want to go through years and years of their archives. As a writer, assuming similar tendencies in my own readers, this just provides the interesting challenge of how to rephrase things I’ve already said for those who haven’t heard them before.

As for that blogging renaissance, well, that seems like one of those monkey’s-paw type of wishes to me, even if it were possible. I’m happy for blogs to remain a niche activity for a quiet minority, the online equivalent of flyover country. Dunbar’s number — it’s not just a good idea, it’s the law!

I Was Blind But Now All the Pain I See

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Scott Alexander:

I think of this as the second part of the mystery around New Atheism’s decline: why did a successful social movement so quietly and complacently agree to turn into a totally different social movement?

As always, it’s hard to briefly summarize one of Alexander’s posts, but: he’s wondering why New Atheism went out of fashion, and concludes that it mostly morphed into a wholly-owned subsidiary of Social Justice, Inc. I’d agree with that. The roadies of online atheism, like PZ Myers, looking for a way to differentiate themselves from the rock stars like Dawkins, Harris and Hitchens, hit upon the idea of infusing New Atheism with New Left identity politics, and with identity politics being the cancer it is, it quickly metastasized and devoured its host. Alexander thinks this change was because New Atheism was a failed hamartiology, “a subfield of theology dealing with the study of sin, in particular, how sin enters the universe.” New Atheism blamed social ills on the irrationality of religious beliefs. Social justice blamed social ills on racism/sexism/etc. For whatever reason, whether it was due to deep convictions or the ephemerality of intellectual fashions, more people eventually found the social justice brand more convincing.

He only mentions Internet culture in passing, noting the differences between the before/after social media eras:

At some point, in a way unrelated to the fall of New Atheism, the Internet stopped being like this. The topics that interest people today don’t get debated in the same way. People dunk on each other on Twitter, occasionally even have back-and-forth exchanges, but the average person doesn’t post long screeds and get equally long responses fisking each of their points. There’s less need for giant databases containing every fact you might need to win a particular argument, organized Dewey-Decimal-style by which argument you are trying to win. People just stopped caring.

He doesn’t follow this line of thought much further, which seems to me a shame. Yes, the style of online argument changed — because instead of a limited number of people using blogs and message boards, a huge number of people started using Facebook and Twitter. The conversational center of gravity shifted; or, if you prefer, online conversation finally found its way down to sea level. Noise drowned out signal. Intricate, tedious debates about theology and morality, of interest only to a select minority of intellectuals, couldn’t compete with the deafening roar of vox populi. The law of noospheric entropy states that ideas and concepts are forever decaying into clichés, slogans and buzzwords. This is all the more relevant when people, who are naturally lazy to begin with, are handed tools like social media which make communication as quick and thoughtless as possible.

But even if technology explains why discourse became dumber over the last fifteen years, what does that have to do with the shift in focus? Why did we start arguing more loudly and stupidly about social justice than about religion? My suggestion, as always, is to credit demographics. The mini-baby boom of the millennial generation produced a surge of overeducated, underemployed twenty-somethings which just happened to coincide with the shift to smartphones and social media. Suddenly, the collective voice of those who had accrued far too much debt in pursuit of a worthless degree was amplified and broadcast like never before. They didn’t have careers yet and weren’t optimistic about getting any, and they hadn’t settled down with families yet, so they had a lot of free time to post and tweet reflexive reactions to the news, informed by whatever they learned in their grievance-studies courses. Will they age out of it? Will social justice lunacy and trans trendiness be the twenty-teens version of mullets and parachute pants from the ’80s? Or will social media preserve all the same norms for successive generations? I suppose only time will tell.

I do agree that ours is a sin-haunted culture, however post-religious we think we are. We’re just as obsessed with avoiding the Devil’s omnipresent snares as any Puritan ever was. We don’t accuse women of dancing with Old Nick during blasphemous rites in a churchyard under a full moon anymore; we accuse young men of consorting with misogynists, racists and duplicitous Russians under cover of the dark web. That’s why I keep reiterating that the social-justice atheists should just go ahead and rebrand themselves as the newest phase of the Protestant Reformation, redefining sin and righteousness for a postmodern age.

Thursday Throwback

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[Originally published Feb. 4, 2011.]

So, having just emerged from the shower, imagine my surprise as I walked across my bedroom toweling off, my Adonis-like physique exposed in all its glory, only to see a pair of Jehovah’s Witnesses ambling right past my window on the way to the front door. I haven’t had any of them stop by here in probably three years! In a moment of inspiration, I seized upon the idea of inviting them in to deliver their spiel if they would in turn allow me to read them some selected passages from Nietzsche and Dawkins. I thought the exchange would make for an interesting blog post (the things I do for you people!) But alas, I was on my way to meet Arthur for lunch and had no time to spare! What a shame to waste such a rare opportunity!

So I killed them and took them with me. We had them sliced and served over fettuccine noodles in alfredo sauce, with a Caesar salad and garlic cheese toast on the side. (“There’s nothing like the taste of a Jehovah’s Witness,” Arthur said. “Naive, but you’ll be amused by its presumption.”) I don’t drink alcohol, so I just had water. Arthur had a soda. Conversation was pleasant, centering on 19th-century authors, the state of writing in a digital age, and the nature of life as bohemian intellectuals in the twilight of the American Empire.

As I was cleaning up the bloodstains on the porch upon arriving home, I noticed where one of them had dropped a copy of The Watchtower, with this issue’s cover story, “The Garden of Eden: Myth or Fact?” The first few pages fluttered in the breeze, hoping to attract a reader. I put it in the recycling bin and came inside.

This Democratical Hurricane, Inundation, Earthquake, Pestilence, Call It What You Will

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Count de Monet: It is said that the people are revolting.

King Louis XVI: You said it! They stink on ice!

Aaron Freedman:

This sentiment is more than just petty contrarianism. Apply it in the real world, and it becomes clear that contempt for cancel culture is little more than contempt for democracy.

After all, what is derided as “cancel culture” is nothing more than a large group of people choosing who and what they want to watch, read and listen to. Though “canceling” on its own suggests the work of the anonymous censor or autocratic TV exec, “cancel culture” reflects the opposite: the public and democratic engagement of ordinary people.

By the standards of sophistry, this is on the same low level as “political correctness just means being considerate and polite,” which is to say, hardly worth the strain of an eye-roll. But anyway, since we’re on the subject, ancient Athens used to practice a form of cancel culture. They called it ostracism. Many people might be familiar with Plutarch’s story of Aristides, who was approached by an illiterate voter looking to cast his vote for a candidate for ostracism and asked to write down the name…Aristides. Uh, what harm has Aristides done to you? he asked, understandably. None at all, replied the man of the people. I don’t even know him. I’m just sick of people always calling him “Aristides the Just.” Twenty-five hundred years later, and people’s careers and personal lives are ruined on social media for equally facile, spiteful reasons.

Safe to say Plutarch and Aristides were wiser men with a keener understanding of the nasty tendencies of human character than Mr. Freedman. And while I don’t want to be here all day naming other examples of men with more brains and psychological insight than some smug junior-varsity Jacobin writing opinion pieces in the Washington Post, John Adams deserves a mention. He also held ostracism in contempt. “History nowhere furnishes so frank a confession of the people themselves, of their own infirmities and unfitness for managing the executive branch of government, or an unbalanced share of the legislature, as this institution.” He wasn’t too enamored of “the public and democratic engagement of ordinary people” either:

Dear Sir
In your fifth page You Say “Mr. Adams calls our Attention to hundreds of wise and virtuous Patricians, mangled and bleeding Victims of popular Fury.” and gravely counts up several Victims of democratic Rage as proofs that Democracy is more pernicious than Monarchy or Aristocracy.” Is this fair, sir? Do you deny any one of my Facts? I do not say that Democracy has been more pernicious, on the whole, and in the long run, than Monarchy or Aristocracy. Democracy has never been and never can be so durable as Aristocracy or Monarchy. But while it lasts it is more bloody than either.

…You Say I “might have exhibited millions of Plebians, sacrificed to the pride Folly and Ambition of Monarchy and Aristocracy.” This is very true. And I might hav[e] exhibited as many millions of Plebians sacrificed by the Pride Folly and Ambition of their fellow Plebians and their own, in proportion to the extent and duration of their power. Remember Democracy never lasts long. It soon wastes exhausts and murders itself. There never was a Democracy Yet, that did not commit suicide. It is in vain to Say that Democracy is less vain, less proud, less selfish, less ambitious or less avaricious than Aristocracy or Monarchy. It is not true in Fact and no where appears in history. Those Passions are the same in all Men under all forms of Simple Government, and when unchecked, produce the same Effects of Fraud Violence and Cruelty. When clear Prospects are opened before Vanity, Pride, Avarice or Ambition, for their easy gratification, it is hard for the most considerate Phylosophers and the most conscientious Moralists to resist the temptation. Individuals have conquered themselves, Nations and large Bodies of Men, never.

Freedman makes it sound like a simple, rational process. Nothing but friendly persuasion and free choice involved, right? But as Adams would instantly recognize were he around today, the easy gratification of vanity, pride, avarice and ambition play a dominant role in determining who gets canceled, and the mob’s appetite is insatiable. Contempt for democracy? Damn straight. Have you ever met the demos? Wherever two or three people gather in its name, stupidity and mischief will be there with them.

Or Maybe “Capitalism: Endgame”

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Erin Wisti:

After finishing graduate school and learning of the nearly comically unattainable nature of stable jobs in higher education, I struggled to find employment outside of academia. For years I took the brand of low-paying, demeaning gigs commonly tolerated by financially-strapped millennials.

The problems that permeated millennials’ early years are getting worse. It’s no wonder rates of childhood anxiety and depression are skyrocketing at record rates. I’m unsurprised the term “Late Stage Capitalism” has taken off online, unbound from its theoretical roots to become a catchall phrase for the absurdities of the system.

I’m also unsurprised, though for different reasons. I suspect references to “late-stage capitalism” have become popular because of a latent belief in sympathetic magic. Maybe if we keep invoking the phrase in a spirit of hope, the global system of buying and selling which has shrugged off everything from Marx’s pseudoscientific prophecies to endless critiques and deconstructions in academic journals will finally cough, wheeze, and expire, whereupon in the vaguely-conceived utopia that is sure to follow, rewarding jobs for MFA graduates will hang from the lowest branches like plump fruits in an orchard that stretches to the horizon in all directions. But why should we take any chances? Perhaps we can speed the process up by referring to “terminal capitalism.”

Fossilized Remnants of Fashionable Ideas

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During the dozen or so years in which I knew and talked with Oakeshott he rarely mentioned “the founder of modern conservatism” and never with approval. He disliked Burke’s Whiggish faith in progress and much preferred the cool scepticism of David Hume. But Oakeshott’s idea of tradition has many of the difficulties of Burke’s defence of what he described as “just prejudice”. Both of them preferred the tacit knowledge embodied in practices to the abstractions of rationalist intellectuals. They passed over the fact that tacit knowledge often consists of fossilised remnants of fashionable ideas.

The experience of the French arch-reactionary Joseph de Maistre (1753-1821) may be worth recalling. At the start of the 19th century he was sent to Russia as a diplomat. An ardent opponent of the philosophes of the Enlightenment, he hoped to visit a country that had not been “scribbled on” by intellectuals. What he found was aristocratic elites babbling about Voltaire and Diderot. Then as now, there was no traditional wisdom to which a conservative could default.

— John Gray, “The Closing of the Conservative Mind: Politics and the Art of War”

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Ennoblement through degeneration. History teaches us that that part of a people maintains itself best whose members generally share a vital public spirit, due to the similarity of their long-standing, incontrovertible principles, that is, of their common faith. In their case, good, sound custom strengthens them; they are taught to subordinate the individual, and their character is given solidity, at first innately and later through education. The danger in these strong communities, founded on similar, steadfast individual members, is an increasing, inherited stupidity, which follows all stability like a shadow. In such communities, spiritual progress depends on those individuals who are less bound, much less certain, and morally weaker; they are men who try new things, and many different things. Because of their weakness, countless such men are destroyed without having much visible effect; but in general, especially if they have descendants, they loosen things up, and, from time to time, deliver a wound to the stable element of a community. Precisely at this wounded, weakened place, the common body is inoculated, so to speak, with something new; however, the community’s overall strength has to be great enough to take this new thing into its bloodstream and assimilate it. Wherever progress is to ensue, deviating natures are of greatest importance. Every progress of the whole must be preceded by a partial weakening. The strongest natures retain the type, the weaker ones help to advance it.

— Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human

Thursday Throwback

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[Originally published Jan. 27, 2013.]

Soraya Roberts:

In high school, I lied about why I never drank. “I don’t want to lose control,” I said. The truth—I don’t want to be like you—would no doubt have been less palatable.

I vividly remember being about four years old and asking my dad about the beer he was drinking. He offered me a tiny sip. I didn’t have the words for it at the time, but years later, I decided that “cold urine” was probably a reasonable approximation of its taste (I’ve never been tempted to perform the necessary experiment to validate my hypothesis, content to let it rest as conjecture). That was good enough for me. Whatever his motivations may have been, he largely ensured that I made it through adolescence without ever feeling the need to participate in that rite of passage.

Well… if I’m honest, I have to admit that being antisocial was an even greater factor. I would have agreed even then that it would be unfair to assume all drinks would taste like generic American beer. But my innate inability to feel comfortable in groups of people, though more passive in those days than it is now, made me recoil from the aggressively gregarious bonding. “I want you to promise me that you’ll at least try some kind of drink this summer. Please, just try it!” That was my classmate Ian, shortly before the end of our junior year, sounding for all the world like the newly-converted Christian teens who would plead with you that listening to Van Halen and the Scorpions put your eternal soul at risk.

For people who live unthinkingly, security comes from situating oneself in the middle of a group. Encountering a person who has chosen differently can carry an implicit rebuke, a reminder that there are possibilities one hasn’t considered, a demarcation of their narcissistic reach. Loners like me feel importuned by the pressure from those who blithely assume that of course any normal person would like the things they like. People like Ian feel uncomfortable by being forced to entertain the notion that others could see them clearly, understand them plainly, and gently deflect their invitation nonetheless. But that is one of the fundamental steps toward a meaningful individuality: the ability to be genuinely unconcerned with the approval of others, the possession of an inner compass that allows one to make one’s way without needing to constantly check the constellations of others’ tastes and opinions. I’m old enough now to feel reasonably confident in saying that a lot of people never seem to attain that ability.

True story: I encountered Ian again a few years later in community college. He was spending a few semesters there to save money, or so he said. Protesting the unfairness of his situation, he lamented, “I’m not a loser like —” he gestured around at some of the people in our vicinity in the cafeteria — “these people; I’m an economic loser!” What exactly he thought I was doing there, I don’t know, but he must have assumed I shared his plight, a future world-beater temporarily, and only temporarily, brought low, because he then suggested we should try to join a fraternity at UVa. You know, a real college for successful people. Where we could get drunk among equals.

Looking back, it might have been maliciously fun to tell him the simple truth: I didn’t want to be like him.

Whither Liberalism?

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It is possible to envision a stoical and realist liberalism that would accept that freedom and toleration must survive in a hostile or indifferent world. Liberalism would be recognised to be a particular form of life, like the others that humans have fashioned and then destroyed, but still worth defending as a civilised way in which humans can live together.

In practice a stance of this kind is hardly possible. Liberals cannot do without the faith that they form the vanguard of an advancing way of life. The appeal of John Stuart Mill is that he allows them to preserve this self-image, while the liberal world continues to evaporate around them.

— John Gray, “Deluded Liberals Can’t Keep Clinging to a Dead Idea”

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No wise liberal has ever thought that liberalism is all of wisdom. The reason liberals like laws is because they give us more time for everything in life that isn’t law-like. When we aren’t fighting every minute for minimal rights, or reasserting our territory, or worrying about the next clan’s claims, we can look at the stars and taste new cheeses and make love, sometimes with the wrong person. The special virtue of freedom is not that it makes you richer and more powerful but that it gives you more time to understand what it means to be alive.

…If there is any comfort in its possible extinction, it’s that the practice of telling false likenesses from true ones, good coin from bad—frequently in the company of people we can’t stand—is fundamental to living in the real world at any moment. Empathy and argument are foundational to existence. That’s why the prehistory of liberalism is mostly the history of commonplace civilization, of bazaars and agoras and trading ports—all those enforced and opportunistic acts of empathy, where you had to make bargains and share selling space and find workable commonalities with people fundamentally unlike yourself in order to live at all. That’s the work of liberalism, and even if the worst happens, as it may, it is work that won’t stop, can’t stop, because it is also the real work of being human.

— Adam Gopnik, A Thousand Small Sanities: The Moral Adventure of Liberalism

Reversion to the Mean

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Peter Murphy:

The third-hand dealing in ideas occurs within a tiny social bubble. Twenty-two per cent of American adults use Twitter. Ten per cent of those produce 80 per cent of tweets. Eight per cent say that what they post is related to politics. In short the class of third-hand dealers is 2 per cent of the adult population. The rest of the people on Twitter and other social media follow celebrities and repost cat videos. Little more than 1.5 per cent of adults comment on politics. Outwardly that tiny figure is almost unchanged from the first stirrings of democracy in the nineteenth century. Then 2 per cent of the population defined the reading public. These were persons with a high degree of literacy who read books. A century ago that group substantially overlapped with the opinion class.

The Public Education Acts of the nineteenth century had the rationale of making the whole population literate and numerate. This justified the expansion of the democratic franchise. The reading of newspapers and then books did expand through to the 1940s. Then began a steady decline. We still have 2 per cent of dedicated readers today. But the project of expanding serious reading not just to the entire population but even to the 15 per cent of persons who make up today’s professional-managerial and technical-administrative classes has died. As this occurred, a gulf opened up between the opinion class and the reading class. The opinion class no longer reads. It emotes.

As Susan Jacoby once wrote, “what has been lost is the culture of effort.” Through a unique confluence of historical circumstances, there was a time when the middlebrow ideal of striving to improve oneself through self-education, especially reading, was widespread and generally respected. That ideal is now generally an object of mockery. Most people don’t care about achievement per se so much as achievement relative to others. Literacy is far too common to be high-status anymore. When garbage collectors and truck drivers can join the Book of the Month Club and be exposed to the same classic literature as university students, well, how are the latter supposed to feel special now? Like a village in Vietnam, they had to destroy the ideal of aspirational reading in order to save it. Now that the garbage collectors and truck drivers are safely occupied with thumbing their phones and reading Facebook memes, books can regain their earlier prestige as a mark of distinction between the screened and the unscreened.

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