[Peace-discuss] Brilliant send-up of David Brooks
Karen Aram
karenaram at hotmail.com
Fri Dec 20 23:40:14 UTC 2013
David Brooks is supposed to be an expert on American culture, he is a republican hack. He not only writes for the NYT's he has for years done the circuit of "talk shows" that is "Charlie Rose"," Meet the Press", etc. etc. Yes, I did watch those programs at one time, certainly no longer. The Salon article does him well.
From: davidjohnson1451 at comcast.net
To: peace-discuss at lists.chambana.net; ewj at pigsqq.org
Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2013 17:22:24 -0600
Subject: Re: [Peace-discuss] Brilliant send-up of David Brooks
Here, Here !
Well said Wayne !
Whats new in China ?
Haven't seen you post in a
while.
Either your busy or were
boring.
David J.
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朱稳森"
To: David Green
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Subject: Re: [Peace-discuss] Brilliant
send-up of David Brooks
I 'd never heard of David Brooks.
Wikipaedia says he
writes for the New York Times.
I suppose that's why I've never heard of
him.
Wp also states that David Brooks is an admirer of Barack
Obama.
That's the equivalent of saying that David Brooks is some sort of a
fucking idiot.
On 12/21/2013 6:25 AM, David Green wrote:
David Brooks: The Columnist
By: Alex Pareene
It seems a pleasant life to be a
Columnist. He writes a few hundred words once, or at most twice a week. He’s
paid more to read those words out loud to people at elite colleges and
conferences. Naturally, people frequently want to know where a Columnist
comes from and how they come to have columns.
The Columnist begins as a Young
Conservative Intellectual. It is important for the Young Conservative
Intellectual to be a converted radical, so he will have a story of his
foolish young radicalism and of his
conversion, which he will credit to William F. Buckley and
Milton Friedman. He finds meaning in seriousness as a concept. He admires
Edmund Burke. The Columnist will be a public intellectual, not a mere
pundit. He will be wry, but never funny. Lightly ironic, but never
sarcastic. If he mocks, it will always be gently.
The Columnist floats around the
Conservative Media for a while, where he is guaranteed work for life so long
as he remains ideologically correct, but the columnist has grander dreams.
He wants everyone to admire his seriousness, and that will not happen so
long as he’s writing “The Democrats Are the
Truly Stupid Party” and “The Clintons Are Actually
to Blame for Enron” at a conservative magazine, where those
takes are conventional and expected, instead of an Ideas magazine, where
those takes would be fresh and counterintuitive. At the Weekly
Standard, “The way George Bush ran
his baseball team shows his many impressive leadership
qualities” is simple partisan cheerleading. But at the
Atlantic? So the Columnist moves to a magazine of Ideas. He writes
things like, “Liberals are more materialistic than they claim to be,” and
“Liberals are less tolerant than they claim to be,” and “I have read
Reinhold Niebuhr.”
Ideas, for those who aren’t clear on the
concept, are simply attention-grabbing assertions. The Columnist is one of a
group of people who create these assertions and sell them to rich people.
His first book, “I Confirmed All My Biases By Driving to a Strip Mall,” is a
big hit among people who like to feel superior while reading gentle mocking
of people who like to feel superior. “Some Americans enjoy NASCAR,” he
writes. “Others prefer arugula and are very proud of themselves for this
fact.” He treats this observation as a bold Idea. He invents a term, to mock
(gently!) a very specific social class, and he freely condescends to a
larger one. The Columnist will never deny being one of the arugula ones, of
course, he will just position himself as that class’ foremost chronicler of
its little hypocrisies. His satire was once silly, and
Perelman-esque. It is now muted, and practically
indiscernible.
In fact, you never know when the Columnist
is joking, which allows him to get away with quite a lot. He writes patent
falsehoods. A young reporter calls him and points them
out. The Columnist asks, don’t you get jokes? He says, “Is
this how you’re going to start your career?” A Columnist does not expect to
be fact-checked. He interprets it as a threat, from a would-be future
Columnist.
But the Columnist learns that it doesn’t
matter. The Columnist’s work is fantasy, an extensive anthropology of
fictitious creations, and other serious people are enchanted. For the
serious, a good Idea doesn’t need supporting evidence. The Idea is its own
justification. The Columnist moves from his magazine of Ideas to his
rightful position as official Columnist at the last newspaper.
Of course the Columnist knows he didn’t
just get this job for his Idea. The Columnist got this job because the last
newspaper is liberal, or perceived as liberal, but wants very, very much to
also be fair, so one or two of its columnists are conservative. But you have
to be a very specific kind of conservative to fit in at the last newspaper,
whose most important readers are sensitive, liberal and rich (not
coincidentally, just like everyone the Columnist writes about). You have to
be a “not-too” conservative, preferably an erudite one who claims his
conservatism from, say, Burke. You have to support the Republican Party most
of the time but be careful to concede that they’ve perhaps gone just a bit
too far some of the time.
In this unjustly successful phase the
Columnist will be one of the most influential people alive. Or at least
“influence” will be something else he projects, alongside “seriousness.” Our
Columnist may not have started intending to become The Columnist. He may
have preferred to be a humorist or essayist or maybe even a simple Ideas
magazine editor. But no one turns down a column, and now his time is
occupied with Sunday show panels, the follow-up books, debates of
world-shaping importance (conducted only with other Columnists of his
stature), and Ideas Festivals. (The Columnist spends the Bush
years being wrong about Iraq.)
By now the Columnist uses the word “modesty” a
lot, as in, “A few
decades ago, pop singers didn’t compose anthems to their own prowess; now
those songs dominate the charts.” The Columnist’s take is widely praised,
and he even wins an award for
civility.
Soon, there is even a serious president.
The president immediately takes to the Columnist. They bond over their
shared habit of mentioning having read Edmund Burke. They are both of them
more serious than they are liberal or conservative. The president wants very
much to be the sort of president the Columnist likes, and the Columnist
wants very much to be the sort of Columnist the president reads. It seems
like a perfect relationship.
But the Columnist is secretly already in
decline. His party no longer even bothers to put forth the pretense of
pretending to take the Columnist seriously. While the Columnist is writing
“modesty manifestos” the powerful people he is supposed to have a channel to
are all talking Breitbart, not Burke. Of course they had always liked Rand
more than Burke anyway, but they had once thought, like the president
thought, that they needed to protect their alliance with the Columnist in
order to preserve their legitimacy among the serious. It turns out that
ignoring the columnist does no damage to the brand. No power is lost when
the party spurns the Columnist. The president still talks to the Columnist,
but the president no longer acts like his world resembles the Columnist’s
world.
But a Columnist is secure for life. His
influence can wane, and the fun can go out of his work, but he will always
be taken care of. He will be asked to teach at a prestigious school. His
lack of expertise in any subjects beyond meeting deadlines and the
projection of seriousness won’t be a problem, of course. Projecting
seriousness is a useful tool for future elites. He will call his course
something like “Modesty” and while he will prepare himself for snarking from
the uncivil mob he will insist that there is nothing
inherently ridiculous about assigning his own work in a
class on “modesty.”
He teaches them seriousness. They teach
him Macklemore. He studies his small sample of young people,
unrepresentative of anything but their own class backgrounds, and as he
always does he extrapolates to the whole. He uses their
work for his column, and they dutifully keep up the charade
that these specific young people stand in for the entire world of young
people.
He gets to know these kids. And he
realizes, or decides, that he hates them. They’re unjustifiably
self-assured. They’ve got atrocious taste in everything, especially music
and politics. They’re all unaware beneficiaries of a cushy life of grade
inflation. These people are going to succeed him? This miserable bunch,
these kids who’ve mistaken their performance of overachievement for actual
achievement of any kind?
He hates them, and he hates, too, the
people he imagines them growing into. He imagines them becoming the kinds of
people he has always hated, in fact. People who’d helped to erode his status
signifiers and people who mock his seriousness. People who
write for Web sites. Web sites! And the people writing for Web sites have no
deference for the Columnist. He has always dismissed these Web sites, but he
now worries they are where new columnists will come from. Younger men, with
more marketable sensibilities, adopt his patented method
of Idea generation, and generate more buzz than he can now
manage. People realize that the Columnist speaks to a constituency of one.
Seriousness is still a valuable trait, obviously, and the Columnist will be
welcome at Aspen every year for the rest of his days. He will not go hungry.
But the Columnist sees this world just beside his own, where his seriousness
is disrespected, even scorned. This world is the problem, he decides.
Now the Columnist decides he’ll write a
column just for his constituency of one.
He writes a column for
himself. The column is about those terrible kids. It is
about those awful Web site writers. It is about everyone the Columnist knows
professionally and socially. Of course, most of all it is about the
Columnist. Because the Columnist is an expert in conflating unrelated or
irrelevant elements in order to craft an Idea, he will conflate all of the
things he hates into one subject, and then he will imagine that subject’s
decline into irrelevance and existential dissatisfaction. (The column is
self-hating, but he is still the Columnist so it is also still
self-aggrandizing. The Columnist makes sure to recognize and praise his own
modesty and humility, compared to the relentless assuredness of those kids
and those Web site writers.)
There are still jokes. There is a joke
about Macklemore, a reminder of the column he had those kids write. There
are slightly exaggerated observations of the habits and foibles of the
Columnist’s hyperspecific socioeconomic and regional milieu, of the sort
he’s always made. Indeed, the central joke is very nearly one he’s
already made. But the Columnist is no longer lightly
ribbing. The Columnist is trying to inflict damage. But no one really
understands why, or whom the column is directed at.
Of course, the column that the Columnist
wrote for himself, that makes no sense to others, gets buzz. The Web site
writers tweet about it on their iPad Airs and the Ideas magazine writers
discuss it and drive traffic to it. The Columnist takes no pleasure in the
buzz. Death approaches. But until it arrives, no one will ever
take away the Columnist’s column.
From Salon, December 18,
2013
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