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Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Southern Worker now available on line

 

13 June 2012:: Added to the USA History Publications Page is the Southern Worker. The Southern Worker was the sometimes weekly newspaper clandestinely published by the Communist Party USA in Chattanooga, Tenn. and Birmingham, Ala. from 1930-37. Because it's origin was during the so-called "Third Period" that the Communist International designated during the early years of the world Depression, the Southern Worker became a strong advocate of the "Black Belt Theory" advocating for an independent Black nation in the U.S. South. The Southern Worker was the only socialist journal distributed on a regular basis in the Jim Crow segregated South during this period.
[Thanks to Dick Reavis from the University of North Carolina, Jonathan Wright who works on entries relevant to the American Left on Wikipedia, Marty Goodman of the Riazanov Project and David Walters of the Holt Labor Library and Marxists Internet Archive]

 

13 June 2012:: Added to the Encyclopedia of the Trotskyism On-Line's joint initiative with the Riazinov Library, the Left Opposition Digitization Project:

The Militant for the entire years 1950, 52 issues, 1951, 53 issues and 1952 with 53 issues as well. Presented in high resolution PDFs.
[Thanks to Marty Goodman of the Riazinov Project and David Walters of the Holt Labor Library and Marxists Internet Archive]

Maceo Dixon

Maceo Dixon, rights activist during busing era
By J.M. Lawrence
JUNE 13, 2012

 
In the tempestuous days of school desegregation and busing in Boston, Maceo Dixon of the National Student Coalition Against Racism believed that the path to equal education for black students would come through peaceful demonstrations.

Built like a football player, he led marches in support of busing and dreamed of a fully integrated public school system.

"Maceo was always at the front of the march looking ­absolutely serene and defiant at the same time," said his friend Don Gurewitz of Somerville, who marched with him in the 1970s.

Mr. Dixon, a Detroit native who became an activist with the Socialist Workers Party and ran unsuccessfully for Boston City Council in 1995, died of heart disease May 30 in an ­Atlanta hospital. He was 62 and lived in Stone Mountain, Ga.

He had been hospitalized since early March, when he collapsed at his job as a machinist at Ceradyne Inc., according to his family.

Friends said Mr. Dixon had been deeply committed to ­social justice since his days as a freshman at the University of Michigan in the late 1960s and left school to advocate for civil rights.

Beginning in the early 1970s, he lived in Dorchester, where he advocated for civil rights and social justice. In 1993, he was the Socialist Workers Party candidate for mayor of Boston, but failed to gather enough signatures to get his name on the ballot.

In 1975, as opposition to the school desegregation plan in Boston grew more violent, Mr. Dixon helped lead a major march through the city.

"Bigots are attempting to use Boston to turn back progress, history, and the law," Mr. Dixon wrote in an article on the op-ed page the Globe published in February 1975. "For us, ­Boston is a launching pad for a new civil rights movement whose initial victory will be the complete, citywide desegregation of this city's schools."

He believed that what happened in Boston could have an impact beyond the state's borders.

"The entire nation watches to see if the just law of the land outlawing segregation will be implemented, or, as the antibusing forces demand, overturned, along with gains of the civil rights movement it embodies," he wrote. "The real danger of a victory for the most backward elements of this city would be a spur to their ilk across the country."

When buses carrying black students were met by racist chants and rocks in some neighborhoods, Mr. Dixon volunteered to ride along on the buses, according to Gurewitz, a former General Electric ­machinist who is now a photographer.

"One thing about Maceo was he was fearless on those buses with the kids," Gurewitz said. "He had tremendous respect for the commitment and quiet determ­ination of the students who would not back down."

Paul Mailhot, who was also a leader of the National Student Coalition Against Racism in the 1970s, said he first met Mr. ­Dixon in Boston during the busing crisis when Mailhot was a freshman at Boston State College.

"He was very dynamic," said Mailhot, who lives in New York City. "He could get a crowd going in terms of understanding the issues."

Mr. Dixon graduated from high school in Michigan. His mother worked at a General Motors plant, and his father worked for the US Postal Service, according to Mr. Dixon's wife, Andrea. He spent many years working as a machinist for Northwest Airlines before going to work for Ceradyne.

Mr. Dixon's wife said they were married 28 years, and she called him a "loving devoted husband who was very humble, very compassionate, very committed to anything he was ­involved in."

In recent years, Mr. Dixon remained active with the ­Socialist Workers Party and worked to place books offered by the party's publishing arm, Pathfinder Press, in bookstores. Members of the political party held a celebration of Mr. ­Dixon's life in Atlanta.

In addition to his wife, Mr. Dixon leaves his sisters Rondall Dixon Hawkins and Denise Grasty, both of Detroit.

After his death, Mr. Dixon's friends circulated an April 1976 flier promoting a debate at Georgia State University ­between Mr. Dixon and Louise Day Hicks, the first female president of the Boston City Council and a founder of the antibusing group Restore Our Alienated Rights.

She wound up debating another leader of the antiracism coalition. Mr. Dixon opted to stay in Boston amid rising tensions. He attempted to organize another march that spring, but the event was called off because of fears of more violence.

In a July 1976 letter to the Globe, Mr. Dixon reiterated his devotion to peaceful protest ­after left-wing groups claimed responsibility for bombings in New England.

"We are still opposed to the violence," he wrote. "We believe that social change can only come about through peaceful, legal, organized mass action."

http://bostonglobe.com/metro/2012/06/12/maceo-dixon-rights-activist-during-busing-era/Q6PYE1h9fnH8vLHil8A4GP/story.html

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

What literature means

Unless it has been removed, Eagleton's book can be found on my Scribd shelf.
Jay
 
The Event of Literature by Terry Eagleton
Book Review by Jaz Blackwell-Pal, June 2012

Before becoming a political philosopher Karl Marx wanted to be a poet, inspired by romantics like John Keats and Percy Shelley. Although he never realised that particular ambition (some slightly more pressing concerns appear to have got in the way) he maintained an appreciation for art and literature throughout his life.

Marx also understood the political value of art, writing in 1854 that the novelists of England provided "more political and social truths than all the professional politicians, publicists and moralists put together". With this in mind Terry Eagleton's return to literary theory, after a number of popular political books such as Why Marx was Right, should be welcomed.

His new book, The Event of Literature, is an unashamedly academic project and anyone without an existing grasp of literary history might find it hard to follow. But for those interested in the subject it is fascinating and informative. Eagleton sets himself the ambitious task of defining what literature means. Despite such a challenging aim he manages to cover a huge amount of ground in what is a relatively short book.

The first half traces the various philosophies of literature and their approaches. Eagleton is at his best when dissecting other people's ideas and is comically savage at times. Critic Stanley Fish receives a particularly harsh bashing but there are few others who get off lightly. Eagleton examines a range of literary theories, including essentialism and postmodernism, picking apart their arguments and demonstrating how difficult it is to form a precise definition of literature.

Despite its academic nature the book is funny and well written. Eagleton's Marxist approach to art shines throughout. At one point he explains why literature cannot be defined simply as fiction by writing: "There are, for example, plenty of non-literary forms of fiction: jokes, lies, advertisements, statements by spokespersons for the Israeli Defence Force and so on."

The final chapter, however, is by far the best and in some ways it is a shame it wasn't the first. Here Eagleton makes his own case: that literature is a strategy, an attempt to formulate a response to the questions of its time. This last section is fascinating and Eagleton weaves a thread of radical thought through his argument which makes it an important addition to Marxist cultural theory.

He berates those writers for whom theory is only about understanding the world, not changing it. Eagleton argues instead that literature is closely bound to its historical context, and acts as a communication between author and reader which attempts to afford the world meaning.

Anyone interested in literature should read this challenging but worthwhile book. It leaves you with plenty of food for thought and a greater understanding of the historical significance of literature.

The Event of Literature is published by Yale University Press, £10.99

http://www.socialistreview.org.uk/article.php?articlenumber=12030

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Wisconsin post mortem continues

Wisconsin follow-upFollow-up to yesterday's post on the Wisconsin recall ("Walker's victory, un-sugar-coated").

by Doug Henwood

I've been amazed at some of the tendentious misreadings of the piece that have made the rounds, mainly from left labor people. My favorite is that I just wasn't aware of all the door-knocking and retail campaigning that union forces were doing over the last few months. Two points about that. One, months isn't enough. I'm talking about years of education, organization, occupying. Face-to-face talk, direct action, all manner of things. And two, all that actually existing door-knocking was subsumed to a stupid electoral campaign—one whose defeat has only elevated Walker's status and power. All those resources are now doubtless going into the Obama campaign—Obama, who did no more than tweet support for Barrett at the last minute!

Which reminds me of another thing—a pervasive, macho tendency in union culture to dismiss anyone who isn't "in the trenches" as a pansy or an out-of-touch pointy-head. Outside analysts just don't know all the great work they're doing! Well, you know, it's not really working out so well. Maybe all that time in the trenches just leaves you with a mouthful of dirt.

Another reaction was to think I don't care about workplace issues. Of course I do. Workers, especially in private companies (though the post office isn't much better) live under an authoritarian regime that offends their dignity every day. Unions can be a crucial defense against that. But the heavy emphasis on the contract and the workplace has led to a narrowing of vision, and to a perception among the 88% of the workforce that's not unionized that unions don't give a damn about them.

In other countries, unions are about more than contracts, and have done a lot better job fighting for broad public benefits, like pensions and health care. Our unions look too much like they're fighting to defend their own private welfare states and not fighting to expand the public ones. They look like that because they all too often are. There's no more disgraceful instance of this than the behavior of the Service Employees International Union around health care. SEIU's former president, Andy Stern, dismissed single-payer as a Canadian import—while making common cause with then-Walmart CEO Lee Scott to try to craft a more distinctively "American" scheme. As one SEIU staffer told Liza Featherstone  ("Labor Head Andy Stern Has Some Unusual Corporate Bedfellows") [disclosure alert: she's my wife], Stern "doesn't hold social democracy in high regard." Also, as Bob Fitch argued, unions typically take their cue on political matters from their employers. SEIU represents a lot of health care workers—and health care providers would hate single-payer.

The Wisconsin results overshadowed voter approval—by wide margins—of public sector pension cuts in San Diego and San Jose. Sad to say there's not much of a sense of solidarity in America these days. Seeing generous retirement and pension provisions, the masses don't say, "I want those too!" Instead, they say, "They can't have them either!" It's not clear that pouring more resources into fights to defend pensions will yield any good results against a 65–70% consensus on that.

Regardless of what I think about contracts and benefits, though, the old model is dead. Private sector unions are virtually gone, and those that remain are negotiating concessions. Public sector unions were safe for a long time, but now they're on the chopping block. Dems will chop more slowly than Reps, but they will chop nonetheless. A lot of what I hear from even good union people amounts to an intensified dedication to the status quo. But that won't work. Unions have to shift their focus from the workplace to the community at large, from private benefits enjoyed by a few to public benefits enjoyed by everyone, or they're doomed.

http://lbo-news.com/2012/06/07/wisconsin-follow-up/

 

"Civil War Against The 1%" Says Communist

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Terry Eagleton interview

Alexander Barker and Alex Niven
 
Throughout a career spanning several decades, Terry Eagleton has been an ineluctable part of British intellectual culture. Born and brought up in Salford, Manchester to working-class Irish immigrant parents, Eagleton won a place to read English literature at Cambridge, where he studied under Raymond Williams. As an academic at Cambridge and later Oxford, he became known for his Marxist readings of English literature, and for his advocacy of continental theory at a relatively early juncture and throughout its ascendancy. His book Literary Theory (1983) became the classic primer on the subject, and in the years since Eagleton has continued to provide theoretical analyses of a host of subjects from prosody to postmodernism in a critical voice that is by turns provocative, accessible, and erudite. Eagleton's recent book Why Marx Was Right seeks to summarise and renovate Marxist principles in the context of the global financial crisis and a climate of resurgent anti-capitalism.

So: why was Marx right?

Someone asked me that last night at a talk, and I mentioned Greece. There's irony in the fact that in the midst of the most affluent civilization history has witnessed people are scavenging in rubbish baskets for food. That's the kind of contradiction I think Marx was talking about. I also stressed how much Marx admired the way that capitalism had in a very short space of time accumulated such wealth—material, spiritual, cultural—but that it couldn't do that without the contradiction of generating inequality at the same time; we're seeing a stark instance of that in Greece today. So that's the kind of thing I'd point to to show the relevance of Marx. Even within the anti-capitalist movement, Marx is not a majority presence. One has to say that. It's partly because of the discrediting of Marxism by Stalinism, which will take a long time for the Marxist left to recover from. But I'm not myself madly concerned about whether people stick the label "Marxist" onto themselves as long as they take a critical stance towards the present situation. It doesn't matter what they call themselves.

Do you think at this point in history "Marxism", "communism", "socialism", "leftism" are basically interchangeable? Would you insist on sharp distinctions?

No, what I've said in a sense suggests that they're not, in that you can be a good leftist and thinker of the anti-capitalist movement without being particularly indebted to Marxism. I wouldn't lean too heavily on the need for Marx to be right, though it's true I suppose that Marxism has been the mainstream anti-capitalist critique within the left. What strikes me is the dramatic way the situation has changed since, say, the turn of the Millennium. At the turn of the Millennium, history was supposedly over. Capitalism was in a peculiarly confident and arrogant phase. And then, from the fall of the World Trade Centre onwards, there has been the so-called War against Terror, the enormous capitalist crisis, the Arab Spring, societies like Greece teetering on the brink of radical change, a majority of American youth saying they prefer socialism to capitalism. Nobody could have predicted that ten years ago. So I think that what's brought Marxism or at least socialism back on the agenda is of course the capitalist crisis. It's not because people have suddenly started reading Marx or a new generation of leftists has spontaneously emerged. It's that crisis always makes a system visible, it always makes its limits visible, and systems don't normally like that, and therefore people are able to cast a new critical eye on them.

You spoke of the fact that Marx didn't feel a revolution needed to be violent. Do you feel that what is now going on in response to the crisis and its aftermath is the beginning of a revolution in his sense?

I think it might be slightly rash to say so. I think I would want to wait and see. Socialists have traditionally talked about pre-revolutionary situations. I'm not sure I'd characterise it as that. Also, of course, Marx was against prediction, and what predictions he produced were grotesquely mistaken. I would say that it's always rash to overestimate the fall of the power of the system. They have more tanks than we do! On the other hand, capitalism like any other political system can't really work without a certain degree of credibility. It doesn't need people to congratulate it, but it does need them to be at least passively collusive with it. The situation in Greece now is not like that, the situation in Greece now is I think raw anger on the part of people who are by no means naturally radicals. And it's not out of the question—we don't know—that that mood could spread through Europe. People in my view only go for a radical alternative when they think the present system is bust beyond repair. As long as they think it will yield them some meagre benefits, they're likely to hang in there, because the perils and obscurities of change are such as to daunt people. But if it turns out that the system can't yield people that, because a whole nation grubbing in dustbins is not out of the question, then there's no reason why people shouldn't consider an alternative.

You say somewhere, I think it's in The Gatekeeper (2002), your autobiography and memoir, that it's of great consolation to you that you've avoided the typical trajectory of going from being a youthful radical to being an old Tory. But there has been a kind of a movement towards dealing with big metaphysical themes in your recent work, I think: tragedy, evil, religion, love, death. Have you been conscious of that shift?

As far as avoiding the cliché of angry young man to the dyspeptic old reactionary, I guess a reason I haven't done that is because, as I argue in the Marx book, the reason why people stopped being leftists [in recent decades] was not necessarily that they changed their views about the system, but that they found it too hard to break. There was disenchantment with the alternative, in the rampant years of boom, of Thatcher, of Reagan, of cowboy capitalism, of neoliberalism. There just seemed no way that you could feasibly change it. That's depressing in one sense but encouraging in another. It wasn't that people threw in their hats with the system because of how marvelous it was (apart from one of my most radical Marxist students ever who became a stockbroker, because he became convinced that capitalism was the best thing since Michelangelo). So that was the reason that I hung in there, and many other people did.

I suppose one of the advantages of a left downturn, ironically, is that it gives you time to think around politics, not to fetishise it. Politics isn't the be-all and end-all. I never really believed that it was, but when the left is on the ascendancy, it's hard not to believe. So there are ironically gains from the situation at the moment that you can then begin to lay in ideas or think around the topic, and I suppose that's partly what I've been doing. Not deserting politics but trying to add a depth to it, and also, in doing so, breaking with the holy trinity of class, race, and gender. Vital topics though they are, they've become such tram-lines on which the cultural left has been moving.

So do you think there might be potential in an alliance between religion and left politics?

In a sense, you might almost say that's been the theme of my intellectual career. It's not always obvious to me or to anybody else for that matter. But of course I started, when I was at Cambridge, as a left-wing Catholic, in the heady days of the Vatican Council. And I suppose what you might call "political Christianity" has run as a kind of subcurrent beneath my work. It's now come to the surface, and there were times, particularly in what you might call my Althusserian phase, when it wasn't so obvious.

Lots of people would see a contradiction between Marxism and Catholicism, for example…

Well, I'm not sure I would talk about myself as a Roman Catholic. I was brought up in that culture, and it is a culture, that's one of the attractive things about it. You know, you meet a Catholic from Korea or somewhere, and you share an enormous amount of things in common. It's like being a Jew, in that sense. I have no truck with the Vatican, and all that kind of stuff. But I suppose it's a certain theological mainstream that interests me, and the political implications of such. And of course that's been coming much to the fore in the past few years. If you think of the number of agnostic and very theistic leftists from Agamben and Zizek to Habermas and Badiou, who have been raising theological themes, it's very much part of the Zeitgeist.

How important is Ireland to you? Because obviously you grew up in Manchester; is your interest in Irishness an exile's impulse?

I don't know actually. I wrote a lot about Ireland in the 1990s, I wrote a trilogy of books on Irish history and culture and literature and since then I've intellectually moved away from Ireland. I still live there, I just haven't written much about it since then. Except that I've just written a long review for the London Review of Books, about a novel which involves Irishness, in which I remark that the Irish were put on this earth for other people to feel romantic about. One thing I do value about Ireland, which I also say in the review, is that our main export remains culture, all the way from Bono to Riverdance to Heaney to Friel, and that's nice. I rather appreciate that. But living in a small contentious island also has its drawbacks, not least if you're a semi-outsider, like myself; you have to be careful sometimes. I don't know. I suppose I always knew Ireland too well to feel romantic about it.

And how about Englishness? There's a lot of talk about that right now…


Yes. In many ways I feel myself English. What I sometimes say to people who ask me what I am, nationally, I usually say well it doesn't matter to me, and that's a privilege. What you are ethnically, or nationally, matters if you are being oppressed in it, if somebody's using that against you to make you feel unhappy about it. Well that's not the case with me, so it doesn't really matter.

What are your views on the current state of academia? You've seen it evolve over a number of years.

Most people I know in academia want to get out. Which is a pretty new situation. I've never encountered that before. When I arrived in Oxbridge, at the tender age of 18, it was massively upper class and very patrician and I had a very hard time there. As a tutor in Oxford over the years, I saw all that—superficially at least—modulate. You know, Etonians with bones through their noses, and Wykehamists carefully dropping their vowels, distressing their jeans and their accents. But at least in those years, the neo-managerial ethos hadn't exerted its clammy grip, so much, over universities. [Neo-managerialism] is absolutely hideous. I mean, it has effectively brought to an end hundreds of years—at least a two hundred-year-old tradition—of the university as a centre of critique, in a society where critique otherwise is pretty hard to come by. That is a momentous and historic development, and I'm really rather glad, personally speaking, that it coincides with my exit. Everywhere I go, from Peru to Australia, people are very unhappy in what perhaps were once, you know, "the best days of one's life".

How do you feel about current literary criticism? You were an episode in the history of literary criticism yourself, in a sort of transition phase from Leavisism to the present day…


I've got a book coming out called something banal like How To Study Literature because I fear that literary criticism, at least as I knew it and was taught it, is almost as dead on its feet as clog dancing. That is to say, all of the things that I would have been taught at Cambridge—close analysis of language, responsiveness to literary form, a sense of moral seriousness—all of which could have negative corollaries… I just don't see that any more. Somewhere along the line that sensitivity to language which I value enormously got lost. I didn't really know about this because I had moved up in the echelons of academia and I wasn't close enough to the undergraduate ground as it were to be aware of this. But when I got to Manchester [Eagleton began teaching at the University of Manchester in 2001], I was appalled by the way that people could be very smart about the context of a poem, but had no idea about how to talk about it as a poem. Whereas even if one did that badly or indifferently, it was still something one automatically did, in my day. This book coming out next year is really an attempt to put literary criticism as I see it back on the agenda. And to talk about questions of things like value, what's good, what's bad, form, theme, language, imagery, and so on.

That's not exactly an about-face, but certain people would have seen you as one of the people responsible for a shift away from traditional literary criticism toward the end of the last century. It's interesting. This alliance between the old Cambridge tradition and late twentieth century political criticism seems to parallel the new alliance between religion and leftism you spoke of earlier. It seems that all of these things have been on the back foot, and one way to combat that might be to ally them. So someone like [Oxford Professor of Poetry] Geoffrey Hill would agree with lots of what you're saying, but is an Anglican Tory.

Sure. That's taking the rough with the smooth. One has to accept that some of one's positions can be agreed with by one's enemies, that there is sometimes a common ground.

But there seems to be a lot of common ground, perhaps, right now, in terms of English.

Anybody, whatever their position, who supports some kind of a return to sensitivity to language has my support in that. I can see your point that it might be ironic that someone like myself who partly initiated high theory in this country should then be bewailing the loss of the close reading tradition, but as I said before, I don't think that's the case, I think that, almost uniformly across the board, the great theorists were very close readers, from Hartmann to Jameson, to Kristeva, to Derrida, who was for some people too close a reader. So I think that that's a false opposition actually. I don't think that's the reason. I think the reason is much more to do with the media, with postmodernism, with changes in general culture, the status of the written word, and so on. But of course what one shares with someone like Hill there is rather formal: an agreement for a certain procedural way of reading. But then all the differences start, all the differences about the point of this, its place within culture.

And what would you say is the place of literature? What is the value of culture?

There have been attempts to make culture stand in for religion. Modernity is littered with failed candidates, substitutes, surrogates for religion. Culture was actually more successful than many of them. But it didn't work. In my view, no symbolic system on earth has had religion's power, pervasiveness, depth. Whatever you think of religion I think that's just a fact. Not always a fact to be celebrated by any means, but I think it's a fact. Culture can't hold a candle to religion. On the other hand, the fact that it can't do everything doesn't mean that it should simply retire and sequester itself in some private and sacred space. It's part, I suppose, of the materialist theory that culture is not where it's at, in the end, even though culture has become massively more important from 1900 onward in western societies. But nevertheless it has an important role to play, and that ideally is a role beyond simply, as it were, the private or academic activity of writing literary criticism. I would like to see the critic once again become a partly public intellectual. But you can't just legislate that into existence. It depends upon culture as a whole, politics as a whole.

So what advice would you give to young critics?

It's not a good time to be in the universities. What someone once described to me years ago (actually in South Africa of all places) as the Thatcherisation of the universities carries on apace, under different names. I only have an oblique relationship to academia, as you know, now that I'm semi-retired, but even when I did, when I was thoroughly in the belly of the beast, I did try to hold the role of public intellectual. That is very important. Not that everybody can be an Edward Said, or Habermas. But that's what we need, and even more deeply and rigorously given the almost utter assimilation of academia into capitalism.

Do you think there are any positive ways of occupying that public role outside of academia, and outside the market perhaps?

Nothing entirely is outside the market. And I don't think one should get too puristic about that. One works with what one has, and one has to be realistic about that. But the problem has been, at least through the end of the 19th century, perhaps, post-Matthew Arnold, that increasingly the intellectuals moved into the universities. You can almost chart that shift in late Victorian England. In one sense that gave them a certain backing, and buttressing, and authority. They were no longer freewheeling lone voices. But it also coincided with the slow demise of important journals and forms where you could have a non-academic public intellectual culture. I suppose I represent that now, but I didn't for most of my life: I didn't when I was inside academia. One of the things that worries me is that in the United States even radical academics are not particularly concerned about this. They accept the academicisation of radical intellectual life very easily. That's partly because the whole of academia is much more self-consciously professional than it is here, the home of the amateurs. But it's a very worrying development. As I've said, too many times, I see the intellectual as the opposite of the academic, in many ways. Even if you can only launch that project from an academic position, which is often the case, nevertheless it has to be in contention with the complacency and the specialism and narcissism of so much academic work. But, realistically, again, on a materialist analysis, the possibilities of that are not up to the academic: they're up to more general political developments.

Finally, what would you like to see happening next? In the world, in Britain, in England, in Ireland, in academia.

In Ireland, of course, at the end of the month, there's a referendum on austerity about to happen. Probably austerity will win out, but it won't (of course) in Greece, and if it doesn't in Greece then there will be ripples throughout Europe and I hope that that will strengthen the anti-austerity movement immeasurably. I think that there's a good chance that that will happen because Greece in that sense is the canary in the coal-mine, and they can't take it, however "proud" [scare-quote marks with fingers] a people they are. And nor will other people be able to take it if that spreads out. I don't say that then people will man the revolutionary barricades by any means. Although Greece might not be far from it, certainly not far from civil war, but it will at least sharpen the political choices: it will put them on the table. And not through any heroic efforts by the left, ironically, but through the logic of capitalism itself, which has got itself, as Oliver Hardy said, in this fine mess. And the less people are self-sacrificially prepared to get it out of it, the more the real political options will, I think, become visible.

Alexander Barker is reading for a DPhil in Political Theory at Lincoln College, Oxford. Alex Niven is reading for a DPhil in English Literature at St John's College, Oxford. They are both senior editors at the Oxonian Review.

 

Ray Bradbury

To me Bradbury seemed too self-insistent and a little too preciously clever by half, but many or perhaps most disagree.  "Fahrenheit 451" was his least typical work, and he certainly did not make a career out of dystopia.
I once saw him as a guest on the old "Politically Incorrect with Bill Mahr" show.  He defended Senator Bob Packwood, who had been forced to resign after evidence mounted of his sexual harassment of subordinates.  Bradbury claimed he had written Packwood a letter of support, and that he [Bradbury] had wooed his own wife by sexually harassing her until she consented.  Mahr was so shocked by this statement that he offered to give Bradbury a chance to retract it before the show ended; Bradbury refused.
Jay
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NY Times June 6, 2012
Ray Bradbury, Master of Science Fiction, Dies at 91
By GERALD JONAS
Ray Bradbury, a master of science fiction whose lyrical evocations of the future reflected both the optimism and the anxieties of his own postwar America, died on Tuesday in Los Angeles. He was 91.
His death was confirmed by his agent, Michael Congdon.
By many estimations Mr. Bradbury was the writer most responsible for bringing modern science fiction into the literary mainstream. His name would appear near the top of any list of major science-fiction writers of the 20th century, beside those of Isaac Asimov, Arthur C. Clarke, Robert A. Heinlein and the Polish author Stanislaw Lem.
In Mr. Bradbury's lifetime more than eight million copies of his books were sold in 36 languages. They included the short-story collections "The Martian Chronicles," "The Illustrated Man" and "The Golden Apples of the Sun," and the novels "Fahrenheit 451" and "Something Wicked This Way Comes."
Though none won a Pulitzer Prize, Mr. Bradbury received a Pulitzer citation in 2007 "for his distinguished, prolific and deeply influential career as an unmatched author of science fiction and fantasy."
Mr. Bradbury sold his first story to a magazine called Super Science Stories before his 21st birthday, and by the time he was 30 he had made his reputation with "The Martian Chronicles," a collection of thematically linked stories published in 1950.
The book celebrated the romance of space travel while condemning the social abuses that modern technology had made possible, and its impact was immediate and lasting. Critics who had dismissed science fiction as adolescent prattle praised "Chronicles" as stylishly written morality tales set in a future that seemed just around the corner.
Mr. Bradbury was hardly the first writer to represent science and technology as a mixed bag of blessings and abominations. The advent of the atomic bomb in 1945 left many Americans deeply ambivalent toward science. The same "super science" that had ended World War II now appeared to threaten the very existence of civilization. Science-fiction writers, who were accustomed to thinking about the role of science in society, had trenchant things to say about this threat.
But the audience for science fiction, published mostly in pulp magazines, was small and insignificant. Mr. Bradbury looked to a larger audience: the readers of mass-circulation magazines like Mademoiselle and The Saturday Evening Post. These readers had no patience for the technical jargon of the science fiction pulps. So he eliminated the jargon; he packaged his troubling speculations about the future in an appealing blend of cozy colloquialisms and poetic metaphors.
"The Martian Chronicles" remains perhaps Mr. Bradbury's best-known work. It became a staple of high school and college English courses. Mr. Bradbury himself disdained formal education. He went so far as to attribute his success as a writer to his never having gone to college.
Instead, he read everything he could get his hands on, by authors including Edgar Allan Poe, Jules Verne, H. G. Wells, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Thomas Wolfe and Ernest Hemingway. He paid homage to them in 1971 in the autobiographical essay "How Instead of Being Educated in College, I Was Graduated From Libraries." (Late in life he took an active role in fund-raising efforts for public libraries in Southern California.)
Mr. Bradbury referred to himself as an "idea writer," by which he meant something quite different from erudite or scholarly. "I have fun with ideas; I play with them," he said. " I'm not a serious person, and I don't like serious people. I don't see myself as a philosopher. That's awfully boring."
He added, "My goal is to entertain myself and others."
He described his method of composition as "word association," often triggered by a favorite line of poetry.
Mr. Bradbury's passion for books found expression in his dystopian novel "Fahrenheit 451," published in 1953. But he drew his primary inspiration from his childhood in Illinois. He boasted that he had total recall of his earliest years, including the moment of his birth. Readers had no reason to doubt him. In his best stories and in his autobiographical novel, "Dandelion Wine" (1957), he gave voice to both the joys and fears of childhood.
As for the protagonists of his stories, no matter how far they journeyed from home, they learned that they could never escape the past.
Raymond Douglas Bradbury was born Aug. 22, 1920, in Waukegan, Ill., a small city whose Norman Rockwellesque charms he later reprised in his depiction of the fictional Green Town in "Dandelion Wine" and "Something Wicked This Way Comes," and in the fatally alluring fantasies of the astronauts in "The Martian Chronicles." His father, a lineman with the electric company, numbered among his ancestors one of the women tried as a witch in Salem, Mass.
An unathletic child who suffered from bad dreams, he relished the tales of the Brothers Grimm and the Oz stories of L. Frank Baum, which his mother read to him. An aunt, Neva Bradbury, took him to his first stage plays, dressed him in monster costumes for Halloween and introduced him to Poe's stories. He discovered the science-fiction pulps and began collecting the comic-strip adventures of Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon. A conversation with a carnival magician named Mr. Electrico that touched on immortality gave the 12-year-old Bradbury the impetus to become a writer.
In 1934 the family moved to Los Angeles, where Mr. Bradbury became a movie buff, sneaking into theaters as often as nine times a week. Encouraged by a high school English teacher and the professional writers he met at the Los Angeles chapter of the Science Fiction League, he began a lifelong routine of turning out at least a thousand words a day on his typewriter.
His first big success came in 1947 with the short story "Homecoming," narrated by a boy who feels like an outsider at a family reunion of witches, vampires and werewolves because he lacks supernatural powers. The story, plucked from the pile of unsolicited manuscripts at Mademoiselle by a young editor named Truman Capote, earned the 27-year-old Mr. Bradbury an O. Henry Award in 1947 as one of the best American short stories of the year.
With 26 other stories in a similar vein, "Homecoming" appeared in Mr. Bradbury's first book, "Dark Carnival," published by a small specialty press in 1947. That same year he married Marguerite Susan McClure, whom he had met in a Los Angeles bookstore.
Having written himself "down out of the attic," as he later put it, Mr. Bradbury focused on science fiction. In a burst of creativity from 1946 to 1950, he produced most of the stories later collected in "The Martian Chronicles" and "The Illustrated Man" and the novella that formed the basis of "Fahrenheit 451."
While science-fiction purists complained about Mr. Bradbury's cavalier attitude toward scientific facts — he gave his fictional Mars an impossibly breathable atmosphere — the literary establishment waxed enthusiastic. The novelist Christopher Isherwood greeted Mr. Bradbury as "a very great and unusual talent," and one of Mr. Bradbury's personal heroes, Aldous Huxley, hailed him as a poet. In 1954, the National Institute of Arts and Letters honored Mr. Bradbury for "his contributions to American literature," in particular the novel "Fahrenheit 451."
"The Martian Chronicles" was pieced together from 26 stories, only a few of which were written with the book in mind. The patchwork narrative spans the years 1999 to 2026, depicting a series of expeditions to Mars and their aftermath. The native Martians, who can read minds, resist the early arrivals from Earth, but are finally no match for them and their advanced technology as the humans proceed to destroy the remains of an ancient civilization.
Parallels to the fate of American Indian cultures are pushed to the point of parody; the Martians are finally wiped out by an epidemic of chickenpox. When nuclear war destroys Earth, the descendants of the human colonists realize that they have become the Martians, with a second chance to create a just society.
"Fahrenheit 451," Mr. Bradbury's indictment of book-burning in a near-future America (the title refers to the temperature at which paper ignites), is perhaps his most successful book-length narrative. It was made into a well-received movie by François Truffaut in 1966. The cautionary tale of a so-called fireman, whose job is to start fires, "Fahrenheit 451" has been favorably compared to George Orwell's "1984."
As Mr. Bradbury's reputation grew, he found new outlets for his talents. He wrote the screenplay for John Huston's 1956 film version of "Moby-Dick," scripts for the television series "Alfred Hitchcock Presents" and collections of poetry and plays.
In 2004, President George W. Bush and the first lady, Laura Bush, presented Mr. Bradbury with the National Medal of Arts.
While Mr. Bradbury championed the space program as an adventure that humanity dared not shirk, he was content to restrict his own adventures to the realm of imagination. He lived in the same house in Los Angeles for more than 5o years, rearing four daughters with his wife, Marguerite, who died in 2003. For many years he refused to travel by plane, preferring trains, and he never learned to drive.
He is survived by his daughters, Susan Nixon, Ramona Ostergen, Bettina Karapetian, and Alexandra Bradbury, and eight grandchildren.
Though the sedentary writing life appealed to him most, he was not reclusive. He developed a flair for public speaking, which made him a sought-after figure on the national lecture circuit. There he talked about his struggle to reconcile his mixed feelings about modern life, a theme that animated much of the fiction that won him such a large and sympathetic audience.
And he talked about the future, perhaps his favorite subject, describing how it both attracted and repelled him, leaving him with apprehension and hope.