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A 1771 fantasy: burn a billion novels and outlaw torture.

By RUADHÁN MAC CORMAIC [Dublin Review of Books] – In L’an 2440 (The Year 2440), the best-selling and recently reissued utopian novel by Louis-Sébastien Mercier published in 1771, the narrator falls asleep after a discussion about the injustices of Parisian life and wakes up in the same city seven centuries later. Mercier, a prolific writer in the literary underground of the late ancien régime, embraced Enlightenment faith in progress; his utopia was not a distant land but a familiar city transformed by time into a version of his ideal society. It was an orderly place. Public spaces had been reshaped and the roads made wider, healthcare had improved, clothes were more comfortable and torture had been outlawed. There were no armies, taxes, prostitutes, aristocrats or beggars. Moderation and modesty had replaced abundance and conceit.

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A hell of a Thanksgiving with Nathaniel Hawthorne.

By MORGAN MEIS [Smart Set] – It takes Satan to bring out the true spirit of Thanksgiving. That’s because it can be hard to give thanks unless you know why you are doing it. Plenitude is lovely. Abundance is a delight. I think of the famous painting by Norman Rockwell. A large American family sits around a comfortable table as the venerable mother carries a moose-sized turkey as the centerpiece. The painting was originally titled “Freedom from Want” and was part of Rockwell’s Four Freedoms series, meant to promote the buying of war bonds during World War II. If there is an unsettling message hidden in the Rockwellian sentimentality, though, it’s that these people, this nice American family, knows nothing of want. They are giving thanks for an abundance that is taken for granted.

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J.S. Mill: sometimes mistaken, never dishonest.

By ANTHONY DANIELS [New Criterion] – My copy of John Stuart Mill’s Autobiography also reeks of stale tobacco, evidence perhaps not so much that intellectuals smoked more than others of their time, but that they lingered longer over their books than those whose tastes ran to lighter literature. The Autobiography is certainly worth lingering over; in his edition of the correspondence of Mill and Harriet Taylor, F. A. Hayek proposed that the Autobiography would be Mill’s most enduring work, read when even On Liberty had been forgotten.

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Elsinore without that totally annoying Ophelia.

By ANNE McELVOY [Standpoint] – Nicholas Hytner’s Elsinore at the National Theatre is the surveillance state gone mad. It looks like the kind of place high-tech villains inhabit in BBC1’s Spooks, where every air vent conceals a camera and everyone is an informant. Court retainers lurk behind doors on designer Vicki Mortimer’s mock-classical set, while thuggish snoops whisper into the hidden microphones.

This brooding topicality is a mixed blessing. It makes the production feel genuinely menacing: however familiar you are with the great Dane, you somehow wish things would turn out better than we know they will.

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André Schiffrin: Words and words and words – but not a lot of money.

By MARK THWAITE [Ready Steady Book] – I was very kindly asked to chair a seminar, organised by Verso, with André Schiffrin on the future of the book trade. Schiffrin was recently described by The Bookseller as the “legendary Pantheon publisher of old and independent firebrand of now with the not-for-profit house The New Press.” He is a publishing hero to many, myself very much included, having put luminaries such as Studs Terkel, Noam Chomsky, Juliet Mitchell, R.D. Laing, Eric Hobsbawm and E.P.Thompson into print in the States. The excuse for the occasion was the publication of Schiffrin’s latest book, Words & Money, a follow-up of sorts, a decade on, to his excellent The Business of Books.

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‘This girl must go!’ shouted Martin Heidegger’s wife.

By ROBERT EAGLESTONE [Times Higher Education] – I am interested in the philosophy of Heidegger, in the thought of Arendt. To study Shakespeare means to be interested in his plays and poems, not him: what we learn about Darwin – about his interest in dogs and dog breeding, for example – is key to explaining the genesis and methodology of On the Origin of Species.

This is not to say that someone’s life has nothing to do with his or her work, but that these links are complex, often obscure, and need to be treated with care to avoid simply becoming post facto justifications or, worse, just gossip. This is, sadly, where Daniel Maier-Katkin’s Stranger from Abroad: Hannah Arendt, Martin Heidegger, Friendship and Forgiveness fails, despite its best efforts and intentions: it is a book of academic celebrity gossip.

In 1925, when Arendt was a student, she and her professor, Heidegger, began a love affair. This is now almost mythologised and is the subject of books, plays and a novel. It could easily be turned into a Hollywood movie (“Decadent Germany – before the storm! She was the brilliant Jewish student! He was the famous professor, soon to join the Nazis! Their passion was forbidden! And destructive!”).

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Escapist fair.

By STEFAN KANFER [City Journal] – Erich Weiss began life in total obscurity. His father, Mayer Samuel Weiss, was an itinerant rabbi who fled from Budapest to Milwaukee in the late 1870s, vainly seeking a position in the New World. The family of seven—his second wife Cecilia and five boys—was always in need of funds. Young Eric grabbed jobs wherever he could find them—peddling newspapers, shining shoes, working in a tie factory. When Mayer died in 1891, the 17-year-old plunged into show business, hoping to support himself and his beloved mother. Like so many other ghetto youths, among them Irving Berlin and Al Jolson, he started out by singing popular songs in taverns. Modest applause greeted his efforts. Then he tried his hand at magic. Overnight, Erich found his métier. Later, it all seemed logical to him: Jews had been magicians since biblical days. Hadn’t Aaron turned his rod into a serpent?

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America Bravehearts you, TSA.

By JEFFREY GOLDBERG [The Atlantic] – November 24th, as many of you already know, is National Opt-Out Day, when airline passengers should refuse to submit themselves to those privacy-invading, genital-picture-taking, radiation-delivering back-scatter imaging machines now installed at many American airports. By telling the TSA agents in charge that you “opt-out” out of the back-scatter (at which point, the TSA agents, if my experience is typical, will yell, “We got an opt-out!,” causing everyone standing on the TSA Checkpoint Coiled Line of Death to look at you funny), you will be subjecting yourself to a fairly thorough frisking.

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Diana, as a matter of faith.

By GEORGE WEIGEL [First Things] – There is something rather sad about the fact that Tony Blair, an obviously intelligent man with certain admirable qualities, grasps far less of the truth about Diana, Princess of Wales, than celebrity journalist Tina Brown, whose biography, The Diana Chronicles (2007), shattered a lot of the Diana mythology in which Blair seems stuck like a fly in amber. Yes, as Blair contends, Diana was “hunted down” by the paparazzi and the editors who paid huge sums for pictures of her and her lover, Dodi Fayed. Yes, she was a devoted mother to her two sons, and, yes, her royal husband was a callous, self-absorbed bore of dubious metaphysics and equally dubious morals.

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Paroxysms of Rapture.

A Fortnightly Review of
Kira O’Reilly’s Untitled (syncopations for more bodies)

8th and 9th November 2010 at The People’s Palace
(“Outside AiR” for the AiR Project)

Performers:

Hrafnhildur Benediktsdóttir
Lauren Barri Holstein
Nathália Mello
Kira O’Reilly
Amanda Prince-Lubawy.

‘…lovely as orchids in hysterics.’ Photo: Jon Cartwright

HOW LOVELY IT IS to look at naked women! Of course it is lovely to look at naked men as well, but there were only women available in Kira O’Reilly’s performance last week in the Great Hall of The People’s Palace. There were five of them, including Kira herself.

The audience entered the empty space of this chair-less auditorium with its smooth wooden floor. At first. Nothing…

Then I discerned pale figures approaching from the gloom at the back of the deep stage. They were walking backwards, on high red heels, their hair tightly bound, wearing dark plumes on their heads and nothing else. I became engrossed in the movement of enlarging buttocks, the difference in the structure of the two bodies.

Next, I noticed that there were other performers already among us. Kira was seated in one of the boxes in the gallery, she was naked also and had a circular mirror with which she sent a patch of light onto the performers below. It was then that I became aware that each of the performers was holding such a mirror. I was reminded of certain paintings of the early Renaissance: woman epitomising vanity, naked, gazing into a looking-glass.

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Cant rite r evn type nede PHD thanx.

By ED DANTE [Chronicle of Higher Education] – It is late in the semester when the business student contacts me, a time when I typically juggle deadlines and push out 20 to 40 pages a day. I had written a short research proposal for her a few weeks before, suggesting a project that connected a surge of unethical business practices to the patterns of trade liberalization. The proposal was approved, and now I had six days to complete the assignment. This was not quite a rush order, which we get top dollar to write. This assignment would be priced at a standard $2,000, half of which goes in my pocket.

A few hours after I had agreed to write the paper, I received the following e-mail: “sending sorces for ur to use thanx.”

I did not reply immediately. One hour later, I received another message:

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Hello, luv. You’re looking…rather complicated.

By JOHN CORNWELL [Brain] – Out of the proliferating stories, legends and mythologies of love come well established definitions and differences. C. S. Lewis’ celebrated literary history, Allegory of Love (1936) traced the early Western ideals of romantic love from the 13th century poem Roman de la Rose, with its notion of a knight’s choice of a single love object, as in the choice of a single rose in a garden of beautiful blooms. Lewis goes on to explore the difference between sacred and profane love: the Christian love of agape, with its self-sacrificial, non-judgemental ideal of universal respect, as opposed to the erotic romantic ideal of exclusive, self-interested possession. Yet, understandings of love and relationships alter with the wheel of history. How different Prof. Terry Eagleton’s secular version of agape, severed from its religious origins, as the capacity to allow others to flourish, expounded in his book The Meaning of Life (2007). How different again, from the romantic tradition traced by Lewis, is the version of romantic love promoted by sociologist Prof. Anthony Giddens.

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Books? In a library? Dude. Check out Dog.

By DANIEL J. FLYNN [City Journal] – Only those who haven’t checked out a book in the new millennium would be surprised that the public library is now making video games available. The image of the urban public library as a citadel of culture and quietude shielding patrons from the noisy, dumbed-down, digital world outside has taken a hit in recent years. Anyone who has logged significant time at the library has noticed an environment at odds with what Andrew Carnegie had in mind when he bankrolled the construction of 2,811 libraries—roughly 1,000 more institutions than will be participating in National Gaming Day on Saturday. It’s not uncommon to see Internet porn on library computer consoles, and for those not satiated by simply looking, library bathrooms have become popular rendezvous points. Most conspicuously, the library has been transformed into an unofficial homeless shelter during those daytime hours when the official homeless shelter shuts its doors. Libraries have become comfortable hosting many activities unrelated to the life of the mind.

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Dancing in the streets, pessimism in the foxholes.

By COL. THOMAS GOWENLOCK [Eyewitness to History] – My watch said nine o’clock. With only two hours to go, I drove over to the bank of the Meuse River to see the finish. The shelling was heavy and, as I walked down the road, it grew steadily worse. It seemed to me that every battery in the world was trying to burn up its guns. At last eleven o’clock came – but the firing continued. The men on both sides had decided to give each other all they had-their farewell to arms. It was a very natural impulse after their years of war, but unfortunately many fell after eleven o’clock that day.

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Poets in arms.

By FIONA SAMPSON [The Independent] – Perhaps it’s useful to remember that First World War poetry didn’t arise spontaneously, but out of a particular context that was literary as well as historical. Harry Ricketts’s new book Strange Meetings: The Poets of the Great War (Chatto & Windus, £20) fascinatingly maps the connections between Wilfred Owen, Siegfried Sassoon, Edward Thomas, Ivor Gurney, Isaac Rosenberg et al. They shared over-lapping experiences not only of war but of literary influences, such as the distinguished publisher-poet Harold Monro. He was already steering the Georgian movement, of which several were part, before the outbreak of war.

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