Roger Scruton writes in The Spectator. Isn’t it perverse that disingenous regressives blithely walk around with hammer and sickle flags without any damn shame given the body count. Screwtape mentions Eric Hobsbawm — what a damn shit he was. I do think we are at a Darkness at Noon moment.
The real purpose of politics is not to express resentment but to contain and conciliate it.
The deliciously scathing and independent-minded Susan Haack in Free Inquiry. “The cannibal among the missionaries” — love it! This the quality of mind that I want and admire whatever one’s political persuasion.
Terrific compilation that has just been released by the very excellent Ace Records. It seems that it’s up to some very small European labels to keep this amazing history alive.
I’ve been reminded by a friend that it is Battle of Britain Day, at least in the dominion of Canada it’s on the third Sunday of September (in the UK it’s commemorated on the 15th). Here is some discussion of Churchill’s famous “finest hour” speech. Listening to Winnie’s wartime speeches one can easily substitute several phrases for a [redacted] term denoting what has been the slowest burn and is currently the biggest threat, aided and abetted by the gormless regressives.
Benjamin Schwarz is perhaps in a class of his own in that his reviews are marvelously entertaining while remaining on point substantively. The danger for books reviewed by him — good, bad, or indifferent — is that his secondary commentary typically outshines the target work. Anyway, the discussion centres on what Jonathan Haidt has termed “lifestyle enclaves.” (Not sure what Schwartz and Currid-Halkett would have to say about my unapologetic Gordian knot of “deplorable” and “highfalutin” culture).
[A]s The Sum of Small Things establishes, many of the elite’s purchases are made in the name of protecting the environment. But the notion that self-denial—rather than buying things to gratify oneself—might better serve that end seems absent from the elite worldview.
Given that this class’s identity depends on a form of consumption that revolves around the display of cultural capital, it’s unsurprising that so much of the elite’s intellectual and political life is merely gestural.
They “like feeling smart without doing work—two hours in a theater is easier than ten hours with a book.”
As befits these engines of global capitalism, these cities and their inhabitants are pulling away with growing momentum from their native countries and cultures.
It’s puzzling that HDS’s most important film gets relatively short-shrift in so many of the reports on his death. It took someone of the calibre of Dirk Bogarde to make sure that this film got its due recognition. Anyway, here is Roger Ebert’s review and a Guardian reassessment.
Wim Wenders’ “Paris, Texas” (1984) is the story of loss upon loss. This man, whose name is Travis, was once married and had a little boy. Then that all went wrong, and he lost his wife and child, and for years he wandered. Now he will find his family and lose it again, this time not through madness but through sacrifice. He will give them up out of his love for them. — Roger Ebert
After 100 or so films, Travis Henderson was Harry Dean’s first lead role and he’s perfect, giving a performance of tremendous empathy and tenderness . . . Paris, Texas is a film about many things – about love, sacrifice and redemption, and about the fierce yearning for an imagined place always out of reach. — PARIS, TEXAS: A VISUAL TRIP
I’ve been wondering whatever became of Leo Sacks’ documentary on Myles — nothing new on the film’s website aside from the extended trailer. In case you don’t know who Raymond was, here is OffBeat‘s obituary. The most recent news I’ve come across are these articles: NYT, HuffPo and Billboard (you’d think given the high-profile level of interest, the readies would have long since been found). Hopefully this project will still come to fruition.
