Wednesday, January 05, 2022

In which the pond offers the first reptiles for the new season of herpetological studies ...

 

 

The pond thought it was being trolled, what with talk of a wind drought, but it was only a kindly correspondent getting in early. 

Still the pond couldn't believe it, and couldn't believe it had decided to return to its herpetological studies the day after such deliciousness came into sight ...

The pond simply had to go back a day, so that it might move forward ... 

This was yesterday's reptile feast, studiously ignored by the pond ...

 



 

What a cast, with the war on China still on, and a loving message to Vlad the impaler, and good advice to Albo - go barking mad with Clive, just like the reptiles - and above all, the Killer and Dame Groan, groaning away, the same as ever ... and thar she blowed ...



 

Yes, there it was, right there in the middle, an "extended wind drought". The pond's correspondent had got it right. The impossible suddenly became the possible and the real, and the pond was swept back in time to fond memories when there was a wind glut ...

 


 


Of course what Germany and other parts of Europe need is a windy Dame Slap ... and whatever you do, don't look up!

That was enough of the groaning, the drought had broken, but how could the pond miss out on Killer, also tidily summarised by the pond's correspondent?

Sure it was as monotonously predictable as Dame Groan groaning away about renewable energy, but wasn't that the entire point?

As with the groaning, the pond could only sample a little of the Killer's love for lovers of horse paste and hydroxy ...


 

Perhaps this is the moment to mention that the pond had been reading Thomas Homer-Dixon in The Globe and Mail. 

The piece was headed, The American polity is cracked, and might collapse. Canada must prepare, with the sub-header The U.S. is becoming increasingly ungovernable, and some experts believe it could descend into civil war. What should Canada do then?

It's behind the paywall, but there are ways and means. Sadly the pond can only find the space for a few samples ... ones most relevant to the Killer and his chums ...

I’m not surprised by what’s happening there – not at all. During my graduate work in the United States in the 1980s, I sometimes listened to Rush Limbaugh, the right-wing radio talk show host and later television personality. I remarked to friends at the time that, with each broadcast, it was if Mr. Limbaugh were wedging the sharp end of a chisel into a faint crack in the moral authority of U.S. political institutions, and then slamming the other end of that chisel with a hammer.
In the decades since, week after week, year after year, Mr. Limbaugh and his fellow travellers have hammered away – their blows’ power lately amplified through social media and outlets such as Fox News and Newsmax. The cracks have steadily widened, ramified, connected and propagated deeply into America’s once-esteemed institutions, profoundly compromising their structural integrity. The country is becoming increasingly ungovernable, and some experts believe it could descend into civil war.
Now, adopting Mr. Limbaugh’s tried-and-true methods, demagogues on the right are pushing the radicalization process further than ever before. By weaponizing people’s fear and anger, Mr. Trump and a host of acolytes and wannabees such as Fox’s Tucker Carlson and Georgia Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene have captured the storied GOP and transformed it into a near-fascist personality cult that’s a perfect instrument for wrecking democracy.

Now back to the Killer ...

 


Unelected tech bros? What about unelected scribblers for News Corp? Pumping up the horse paste and the hydroxy and the fascism?

And it’s not inaccurate to use the F word. As conservative commentator David Frum argues, Trumpism increasingly resembles European fascism in its contempt for the rule of law and glorification of violence. Evidence is as close as the latest right-wing Twitter meme: widely circulated holiday photos show Republican politicians and their family members, including young children, sitting in front of their Christmas trees, all smiling gleefully while cradling pistols, shotguns and assault rifles.
Those guns are more than symbols. The Trump cult presents itself as the only truly patriotic party able to defend U.S. values and history against traitorous Democrats beholden to cosmopolitan elites and minorities who neither understand nor support “true” American values. The Jan. 6 storming of the U.S. capitol must be understood in these terms. The people involved didn’t think they were attacking U.S. democracy – although they unquestionably were. Instead, they believed their “patriotic” actions were needed to save it.
Democracy is an institution, but underpinning that institution is a vital set of beliefs and values. If a substantial enough fraction of a population no longer holds those beliefs and values, then democracy can’t survive. Probably the most important is recognition of the equality of the polity’s citizens in deciding its future; a close runner up is willingness to concede power to one’s political opponents, should those equal citizens decide that’s what they want. At the heart of the ideological narrative of U.S. right-wing demagogues, from Mr. Trump on down, is the implication that large segments of the country’s population – mainly the non-white, non-Christian, and educated urban ones – aren’t really equal citizens. They aren’t quite full Americans, or even real Americans.
This is why Mr. Trump’s “Big Lie” that the 2020 presidential election was stolen from him – a falsehood that nearly 70 per cent of Republicans now accept as true – is such potent anti-democratic poison. If the other side is willing to steal an election, then they don’t play by the rules. They’ve placed themselves outside the American moral community, which means they don’t deserve to be treated as equals. There’s certainly no reason to concede power to them, ever.
Willingness to publicly endorse the Big Lie has become a litmus test of Republican loyalty to Mr. Trump. This isn’t just an ideological move to promote Republican solidarity against Democrats. It puts its adherents one step away from the psychological dynamic of extreme dehumanization that has led to some of the worst violence in human history. And it has refashioned – into a moral crusade against evil – Republican efforts to gerrymander Congressional districts into pretzel-like shapes, to restrict voting rights, and to take control of state-level electoral apparatuses.
When the situation is framed in such a Manichean way, righteous ends justify any means. One of the two American parties is now devoted to victory at any cost.
Many of those with guns are waiting for a signal to use them. Polls show that between 20 and 30 million American adults believe both that the 2020 election was stolen from Mr. Trump and that violence is justified to return him to the presidency…

Well yes, and so horse paste and hydroxy is just part of the nonsense being spun by the reptiles serving Chairman Rupert and his son ... show them how it's done, Killer, with some killer insights ...


 

Of course Homer-Dixon only mentions Canada, but then we already have a natural born liar, a politician with inclinations to demagoguery, speaking in tongues and wearing caps, so we're beyond woefully unprepared:

…A terrible storm is coming from the south, and Canada is woefully unprepared. Over the past year we’ve turned our attention inward, distracted by the challenges of COVID-19, reconciliation, and the accelerating effects of climate change. But now we must focus on the urgent problem of what to do about the likely unravelling of democracy in the United States.
We need to start by fully recognizing the magnitude of the danger. If Mr. Trump is re-elected, even under the more-optimistic scenarios the economic and political risks to our country will be innumerable. Driven by aggressive, reactive nationalism, Mr. Trump “could isolate Canada continentally,” as one of my interlocutors put it euphemistically.
Under the less-optimistic scenarios, the risks to our country in their cumulative effect could easily be existential, far greater than any in our federation’s history. What happens, for instance, if high-profile political refugees fleeing persecution arrive in our country, and the U.S. regime demands them back. Do we comply?
In this context, it’s worth noting the words of Dmitry Muratov, the courageous Russian journalist who remains one of the few independent voices standing up to Mr. Putin and who just received the Nobel Prize for Peace. At a news conference after the awards ceremony in Oslo, as Russian troops and armour were massing on Ukraine’s borders, Mr. Muratov spoke of the iron link between authoritarianism and war. “Disbelief in democracy means that the countries that have abandoned it will get a dictator,” he said. “And where there is a dictatorship, there is a war. If we refuse democracy, we agree to war.”
Canada is not powerless in the face of these forces, at least not yet. Among other things, over three-quarters of a million Canadian emigrants live in the United States – many highly placed and influential – and together they’re a mass of people who could appreciably tilt the outcome of coming elections and the broader dynamics of the country’s political process.
But here’s my key recommendation: The Prime Minister should immediately convene a standing, non-partisan Parliamentary committee with representatives from the five sitting parties, all with full security clearances. It should be understood that this committee will continue to operate in coming years, regardless of changes in federal government. It should receive regular intelligence analyses and briefings by Canadian experts on political and social developments in the United States and their implications for democratic failure there. And it should be charged with providing the federal government with continuing, specific guidance as to how to prepare for and respond to that failure, should it occur.
If hope is to be a motivator and not a crutch, it needs to be honest and not false. It needs to be anchored in a realistic, evidence-based understanding of the dangers we face and a clear vision of how to get past those dangers to a good future. Canada is itself flawed, but it’s still one of the most remarkably just and prosperous societies in human history. It must rise to this challenge.

But enough of all that, and on to today's reptile survey, with the reptile news promising a splash of cash ... because, pace Homer, when it comes to pork, is there nothing a pig can't do?

 



 

There's a few things to note in all that stuff. 

The reptiles are still taking Clive's cash in their claw, and it was Greg Brown's heroic duty to report the thoughts of windfarm-loving beefy boofhead Angus ... because, natch, the coalition has been doing an astonishing job when it comes to the take-up of electric vehicles in this climate science aware country ... please, don't look up ...

But best of all was the pork-barreling man's offer of cash in the paw, which means a hefty subsidy to the private sector to let 'er rip ...

And so the pond was left to wonder how a cartoonist might feel, knowing that the horse called Irony had already left the stables and was half way around the track before his cartoon came out ...

 




As for the rest, it was a dull lot ...




Sure there was a Jennings jerking away at the war on China, and that mention of Theranos gave the pond a good laugh, what with the Chairman having been taken for a ride by the scam, just as he'd shown his ability with MySpace and his sense of history with Hitler's diaries ...

The Theranos rip was in the SMH, behind its feeble paywall,  and then there was this note in Vanity Fair, featuring News America Marketing, and concluding thusly:

“Why didn’t the Murdochs deal with Ailes before the scandal came to light?” Folkenflik wrote me. “Or O’Reilly? One answer is that each man made them a lot of money.”
It’s why the NPR media reporter and former Baltimore Sun stalwart believes Roger Ailes and O’Reilly aren’t any “one-off.” Ditto the British hacking scandal.
Rupert Murdoch let Ailes create a culture that was only reined in when its outrages could no longer be publicly avoided. And, when things get too close for comfort, he takes out his checkbook.
“He’s got strong ideological beliefs, but Murdoch has no values above profit, loyalty and pragmatism,” said Folkenflik. “And that means, of course, he most values whoever is able and willing to advance his journalistic outfits so they can advance the political figures he happens to support so they can make decisions to benefit his business holdings.”
Remember that next time you’re in the dairy or frozen food sections of your nearby grocery.

Oh well, the pond can remember all that, when it turns to Dame Slap, out and about on a Wednesday in her usual way:

 

 

 

The pond should interrupt here to note that it hasn't read more than a page of Rowling. 

A page was enough to discover that she was one of those leaden populist scribblers inclined to a clunker writing style. Sure, it was popular, but so was H. Rider Haggard in his day, and the pond would no more ask Haggard for advice on matters of sex than Queen Victoria. We all know what his pitch was ...

 

 


 

 

Much as the pond loved certain writers at certain times, a lot of them were populist clunkers. 

Agatha Christie is still a mystery, and still providing fodder for the likes of mindless movie twerps like Kenneth Branagh. She was weird enough to take a powder for awhile, but her mystery disappearance doesn't elevate her views on sex, life, politics or the world.

The same might be said of other populist writers - P. G. Wodehouse for example, so naive that he got himself into a fascist pickle. 

And then there were other clunkers, of the Richmal Crompton kind. Only when the pond went back did it remember that William's family had comical servants. 

And then there was the Bunter mob, produced by Charles Hamilton, aka Frank Richards, a real powerhouse of a wordsmith, but also churning out lashings of stereotypes at a penny a caricature. 

As for the likes of W. E. Johns, you only had to read a line to realise that as a writer he made a good first world war pilot ...

And so on and so forth, but in short if Dame Slap references "the power of the art" of Rowling, please pardon the pond if it lets out a loud scream into a mindless, meaningless universe ...

 


 

 

The pond can understand that when young, a sense of taste and style is still forming. But none of that explains or forgives Dame Slap rabbiting on about Rowling as if she was some form of deep philosophical genius, when in reality she's just a bigoted twerp, out of her depth and out of her time, though it has to be said that the MAGA cap donning Dame Slap is pretty much in the same category,.

If only they'd follow Agatha Christie's example and disappear from the field of battle for awhile ...

 


 

 

Oh fucketty fuck, first day back on the pond, and it had to be Dame Slap, doing her usual mealy-mouthed IPA inspired bullshit, full of ancient bigotries, fears and loathings.

Never mind, it's not the pond's business to pick 'em. Instead, just as the Killer serves up horse paste, the pond must serve up Dame Slap horseshit ...

 



 

Next week, Dame Slap extols the talking done by P. G. Wodehouse in his philosophy-inclined novels, deeply supportive of the British class structure (oh wait, did Rowling set her twaddle in a school of the Etonish Boris kind? Should the pond don a stylish cap to make Dame Slap comfortable?)

 

 


 

 

And so to a concluding cartoon, and what with the immortal Rowe and the infallible Pope on hols, the pond offers a left-over seasonal gift, and a sea shanty ...

 

 


 

Regrets of the pond. 

Is it weird that the pond has resumed its reptile studies? It might just as easily have taken up the grog again ...

Sing me hearties, sing with Dame Slap, for it were as tedious to return as to go o'er ...




17 comments:

  1. "The pond should interrupt here to note that it hasn't read more than a page of Rowling." I wish I could say that, DP, but unfortunately I ploughed through the whole of the first volume (something about philosophers throwing stones) - it helps if you've got some literary sophistication to work from, but all I had was a misspent youth full of crappy science fiction that I would read through hoping for some kind of reason to have read it.

    Not all though, some sci-fi was eminently readable, and I never once even contemplated reading H Rider Haggard. I did read some Ivan Southall, though [sigh]. And even, doG help me, some "Biggles". And the rest of them: Wodehouse, Hamilton etc etc.

    Anyway, here we have Planet Janet invoking her daughters again (the ones she had to teach to believe "Lord" Monckton) - though again no mention of her son - and this is what she says:

    "Listening to a parent read the Potter books is one thing. Reading them alone is empowering. So the girls sat alone, reading these books for hours, making all sorts of noises, giggles, groans, gasps of wonder, as they followed the dramas unfolding on the page."

    Ok, right, I guess that's how so much of the human race comes to believe in religions - including the modern variety such as QAnon. What did I say ? Oh yes, about 1.975 billion homo saps saps have "below normal IQs".

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    1. People always ask:
      Is J.K. Rowling a Good Writer?
      No. Even her books for adults, written under the name Robert Galbraith, have terrible prose style. Her sentences contain missing clauses, poor construction, confused tense and point of view, imprecise descriptions, and poor word choice.
      From as far back as I can remember, I’ve always said that J.K. Rowling isn’t that great of a writer from a prose standpoint. Harry Potter does follow the standard Hero’s Journey, and so it is entertaining to read.
      But I hope she’s humble enough to admit that her fame is mostly luck.
      She wrote a story that resonated with the zeitgeist at exactly the right time, and that has very little to do with writing quality or marketing skills or anything under one’s control (if you disagree, consider Fifty Shades of Gray, then ask yourself how much your disagreement stems from me saying this about a beloved story from your childhood).
      I’ve often pointed to the first Harry Potter book as an example of her low-quality writing. It reads like an early-career first novel. And that’s fine because it is...

      And so on ...

      https://amindformadness.com/2017/12/prose-j-k-rowling/

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    2. An interesting analysis, thanks DP, especially:

      "You have to remember, her popularity came about initially because of 10-11-year-olds. I was one of them. Of course, I didn’t care about any of this stuff. The book had magic.

      People will overlook prose mistakes for a great story. This doesn’t mean the writer is good at writing
      ."

      In retrospect, perhaps I could "justify" myself by saying something similar about much of the sci-fi I read. There was a kind of "magic" to 'Stranger In A Strange Land' and 'Dune'. And perhaps even 'Fahrenheit 451' though I was well past 10-11yo in all those cases.

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    3. Indeedy do, GB, the pond has read a lot of bad writing in its day, and none the worse for it, and some of it, as with much sci fi for the ideas rather than the way with words, or crime fiction for the sleuthing. There's nothing wrong with popular writing, though the pond usually drew the line at airport novels, but at the same time, there's no point in being Dame Slap delusional about it ... that way leads you to thinking that Atlas Shrugged is a superbly written, deeply philosophical tome, when in reality, it's just a badly written pile of tosh ...

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    4. Reading sci-fi for the sci ? More for the 'sociology' of the impact of the imaginary sci, I think. Just for instance consider the three Arthur C Clarke books that I enjoyed most: 'Childhood's End', 'A Fall Of Moondust' and 'Tales From The White Hart' (including the delightful 'Defenestration of Ermintrude Inch'). Only in Moondust was the sci in any way central.

      But I do, for my sins, have to confess to reading the whole of 'Atlas Shrugged' (and, doG help me, 'The Fountainhead') and being somewhat taken by Ms Rand though in some mitigation I was not yet 20 at the time. The only work of hers I ever found to be worth reading was 'We The Living' and that did have some impact. It was her first work, back in 1934.

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  2. So we have Janet transporting us by her magical word pictures to the little town of Anecdote in NSW to reveal that something someone had thought had happened - - had not actually happened. Eh? Does Planet not understand what is meant by an "example" (evidence to support their general claims or arguments)?

    On second thought, it's a fine example of a reactionary conservative venting about a problem that only exists in their own head. At least she tells us that their was no problem, she could probably have added "don't read any further", but at least it stops anyone wasting time searching for any substance to the claim. I can add this one to Dr Seuss, Jordan Peterson's gendered pronouns and countless other outrages that turned out to be not quite as advertised in the conservative media.

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    1. ...for all that she is gifted enough in devising popular scenarios, the words on the page are flat. I think it was Verlaine who said that he could never write a novel because he would have to write, at some point, something like "the count walked into the drawing-room" - not a scruple that can have bothered JK Rowling, who is happy enough writing the most pedestrian descriptive prose.

      Here, from page 324 of The Order of the Phoenix, to give you a typical example, are six consecutive descriptions of the way people speak. "...said Snape maliciously," "... said Harry furiously", " ... he said glumly", "... said Hermione severely", "... said Ron indignantly", " ... said Hermione loftily". Do I need to explain why that is such second-rate writing?

      If I do, then that means you're one of the many adults who don't have a problem with the retreat into infantilism that your willing immersion in the Potter books represents. It doesn't make you a bad or silly person. But if you have the patience to read it without noticing how plodding it is, then you are self-evidently someone on whom the possibilities of the English language are largely lost.

      This is the kind of prose that reasonably intelligent nine-year-olds consider pretty hot stuff, if they're producing it themselves; for a highly-educated woman like Rowling to knock out the same kind of material is, shall we say, somewhat disappointing.

      Children exposed to this kind of writing aren't learning anything new about words, or being stretched in any way; as Harold Bloom said, they're not going to be inspired to go off and read the Alice books, or any other enduring classic.

      People go hoopla because they're delighted that Rowling has got children reading books - big, fat books without pictures at that. Can't argue with that: and maybe they will learn something about sheer reading stamina in the process. But it's all too easy.

      The popular writer whose style is most similar is, it suddenly occurs to me, Jeffrey Archer (all those dead adverbs). All that paper, all those trees felled, all those words ... surely Rowling could have chosen some better ones, or put them together in a more exciting way?

      She has, in her grasp, the power to galvanise minds instead of reeling out cliché after cliché. Will The Deathly Hallows do this? I hope so. But I fear not.

      https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2007/jul/17/harrypottersbigconisthep

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    2. DP - your comments on J K Rowling had me musing over Roland Barthes and understanding text. I am sure that Barthes would have welcomed the better ‘blogs’ of our age.

      Your comments also took me to Orwell’s little essay of 1945, ‘Good bad books’. Several of the books or writers he refers to are still ‘in print’, and many of the others may be summoned up, for modest money, to ‘Kindle’, in one of the under-appreciated benefits of the internet.

      Orwell, as ever, is easily quotable. He writes ‘I imagine that by any test that could be devised, Carlyle would be found to be a more intelligent man than Trollope. Yet Trollope has remained readable and Carlyle has not: with all his cleverness he had not even the wit to write in plain, straightforward English.’

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    3. At least I can say that I did read 'the Alice' books long before Harry Potter existed. And wondrous indeed they were, and are, and so was, and is, 'Brave New World' in its own way. But I'm not sure how many 10-11yo kids would have been caught up by them.

      But otherwise, thankfully both Trollope and Carlyle are way out of my ken, Chad.

      By the way, did you know that it is estimated that approximately 2.2million new books are published every year now. A very substantial percentage in English but now quite a lot in Chinese too. Not sure how many in Hindi et al.

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    4. That excellent Orwellian thought is worth a link Chadders ... though you'd have to be of an age to get some of the references ...

      https://www.orwellfoundation.com/the-orwell-foundation/orwell/essays-and-other-works/good-bad-books/

      A sample:

      Not long ago a publisher commissioned me to write an introduction for a reprint of a novel by Leonard Merrick. This publishing house, it appears, is going to reissue a long series of minor and partly-forgotten novels of the twentieth century. It is a valuable service in these bookless days, and I rather envy the person whose job it will be to scout round the threepenny boxes, hunting down copies of his boyhood favourites.

      A type of book which we hardly seem to produce in these days, but which flowered with great richness in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, is what Chesterton called the “good bad book”: that is, the kind of book that has no literary pretensions but which remains readable when more serious productions have perished. Obviously outstanding books in this line are Raffles and the Sherlock Holmes stories, which have kept their place when innumerable “problem novels”, “human documents” and “terrible indictments” of this or that have fallen into deserved oblivion. (Who has worn better, Conan Doyle or Meredith?) Almost in the same class as these I put R. Austin Freeman‘s earlier stories – “The Singing Bone”, “The Eye of Osiris” and others – Ernest Bramah’s Max Carrados, and, dropping the standard a bit, Guy Boothby’s Tibetan thriller, Dr Nikola, a sort of schoolboy version of Huc’s Travels in Tartary which would probably make a real visit to Central Asia seem a dismal anticlimax.

      But apart from thrillers, there were the minor humorous writers of the period. For example, Pett Ridge – but I admit his full-length books no longer seem readable — E. Nesbit (The Treasure Seekers), George Birmingham, who was good so long as he kept off politics, the pornographic Binstead (“Pitcher” of the Pink ‘Un), and, if American books can be included, Booth Tarkington’s Penrod stories. A cut above most of these was Barry Pain. Some of Pain’s humorous writings are, I suppose, still in print, but to anyone who comes across it I recommend what must now be a very rare book – The Octave of Claudius, a brilliant exercise in the macabre. Somewhat later in time there was Peter Blundell, who wrote in the W.W. Jacobs vein about Far Eastern seaport towns, and who seems to be rather unaccountably forgotten, in spite of having been praised in print by H. G. Wells.

      However, all the books I have been speaking of are frankly “escape” literature. They form pleasant patches in one’s memory, quiet corners where the mind can browse at odd moments, but they hardly pretend to have anything to do with real life. There is another kind of good bad book which is more seriously intended, and which tells us, I think, something about the nature of the novel and the reasons for its present decadence. During the last fifty years there has been a whole series of writers – some of them are still writing – whom it is quite impossible to call “good” by any strictly literary standard, but who are natural novelists and who seem to attain sincerity partly because they are not inhibited by good taste. In this class I put Leonard Merrick himself, W. L. George, J. D. Beresford, Ernest Raymond, May Sinclair, and – at a lower level than the others but still essentially similar – A. S. M. Hutchinson.

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    5. Another sample:

      Perhaps the supreme example of the “good bad” book is Uncle Tom’s Cabin. It is an unintentionally ludicrous book, full of preposterous melodramatic incidents; it is also deeply moving and essentially true; it is hard to say which quality outweighs the other. But Uncle Tom’s Cabin, after all, is trying to be serious and to deal with the real world. How about the frankly escapist writers, the purveyors of thrills and “light” humour? How about Sherlock Holmes, Vice Versa, Dracula, Helen’s Babies or King Solomon’s Mines? All of these are definitely absurd books, books which one is more inclined to laugh at than with, and which were hardly taken seriously even by their authors; yet they have survived, and will probably continue to do so. All one can say is that, while civilisation remains such that one needs distraction from time to time, “light” literature has its appointed place; also that there is such a thing as sheer skill, or native grace, which may have more survival value than erudition or intellectual power. There are music-hall songs which are better poems than three-quarters of the stuff that gets into the anthologies:

      Come where the booze is cheaper,
      Come where the pots hold more,
      Come where the boss is a bit of a sport,
      Come to the pub next door!

      Or again:

      Two lovely black eyes
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      Oh, what a surprise!
      Only for calling another man wrong,
      Two lovely black eyes!

      I would far rather have written either of those than, say, “The Blessed Damozel” or “Love in the Valley”. And by the same token I would back Uncle Tom’s Cabin to outlive the complete works of Virginia Woolf or George Moore, though I know of no strictly literary test which would show where the superiority lies.

      Tribune, 2 November 1945

      cf Why African-Americans Loathe 'Uncle Tom'

      https://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=93059468

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    6. So many names I've never heard of before, DP, and that I hope never to hear again. Though talking about 'Uncle Tom' just makes it clear that once sets of words have been released to the world, they will be used and interpreted in many different ways by many different persons to tell many different stories.

      BTW, did I mention it has been estimated that around 2.2 million new books are published each year now.

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    7. GB - you have missed nothing by not attempting to read Carlyle. Readers now have real difficulty understanding why he was ever considered a public intellectual. Of course, there are many writing now who claim a similar mantle, with as little justification.

      His one lasting ‘quote’ is that he characterised the emerging study that would become known as ‘economics’ as a ‘dismal science’. I suspect that writers - often reptiles - who use that term now do not know how that expression came about. If they did - they might think twice about using it.

      After the UK Parliament passed the Slavery Abolition Act 1833, planters in the West Indies complained that they could not get the emancipated slaves to work for the wages and other conditions they were offering. Of course, this was presented in terms of harm to the national interest - keeping up the ‘economy’, and so on.

      Carlyle wrote an article for ‘Fraser’s Magazine’ (December 1849) titled ‘Occasional Discourse on the Negro Question’ in which he praised labour as a worthy, nay, ennobling, use of the time of these people. On the strength of that, he proposed that, if they would not work for the wages offered by the benevolent planters, then they should be forced to. He disparaged those who wrote of supply and demand determining the conditions under which these people might work as ‘unrealistic’, not aware of, or considering, all the aspects of the business of plantations - in short, practitioners of ‘dismal science’.

      He worked that article into a pamphlet, published a couple of years later, and widely distributed, with the catchier title of ‘Occasional Discourse on the Nigger Question’.

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    8. Anthony Trollope remains eminently readable. After a visit to Australia in 1872, he started work on a novel ‘The Way We Live Now’. It describes an investment boom and bust of Victorian times, with a believably human cast, for whom cupidity, rather than stupidity, will bring disaster. For that reason, it is worth looking into, every time there is an investment bubble anywhere in the capitalist world, and self-styled ‘business writers’ for major media bring out the header ‘this time it will be different’.

      Each succeeding scam reflects some or other part of what Trollope wrote, 150 years ago. For that reason alone, it is a valuable book. It is also well written (‘readerly’, in Barthes term) but, I will concede, long. My ‘Wordsworth’ paperback runs to 760 pages. In one sense, you might be justified in not reading it, because we are doomed to a succession of ‘investment booms’. They will follow Trollope’s account remarkably closely. Just disregard the booster articles in Limited News.

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    9. Thanks for that background, Chad. I will definitely make no effort to read Carlyle, then. What you say about him probably puts him on a par with Jordan Peterson. And Bari Weiss's 'Austin University'.

      I'll happily accept your recommendation re Trollope, but I may have to give the book a miss: the rate at which I read these days* I'd probably be aquamation fodder before I got half way through it.

      *That is, how often I open a book, not how long it takes me to speak the words to myself. And thinking about aquamation, many years ago the idea seemed to be to freeze corpses in liquid nitrogen, then drain off the liquid and tap the corpse which then collapses into dust. Liquifying the nitrogen must have been too expensive, I guess.

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  3. Oh all right, I'll be the voluble muggle then.

    Firstly, Groany and her "wind droughts" - yes, they are called "wind droughts" - are well explained here:

    Climate change, “wind droughts” and the implications for Wind energy
    https://energypost.eu/climate-change-wind-droughts-and-the-implications-for-wind-energy/

    And just for comparison from today's weaterzone:
    4:40PM AEDT
    Gale Warning West, Central & Central Gippslands. Strong Wind Warning Port Phillip, Western Port, Gippsland Lakes & East Gippsland Coast


    Nope, no 'wind drought' in Gippsland, but it just might take a real long cable to reach Germany.

    And so to that revered philosopher, Killer C, who would like us to know that: "Individuals have never had so much scope to check, relatively quickly, others claims on whatever topic from a variety of public and private sources." So when TFG closed Candace Owens down by defending vaccines and claiming he's had a booster, she was able to refudiate him with: “People oftentimes forget that, like, how old Trump is,” she said. “He comes from a generation—I’ve seen other people that are older have the exact same perspective, like, they came from a time before TV, before internet, before being able to conduct their independent research. And everything that they read in a newspaper that was pitched to them, they believed that that was a reality.
    https://www.thedailybeast.com/candace-owens-claims-trump-defended-covid-vaccine-because-hes-too-old-to-understand-the-internet

    Says it all, dunnit. But wait, there's more from Killer C: "Science is a method, a process of debate. Almost by definition, there is no progress without a minority that challenges the consensus, making the tech censorship by scientists quite shocking."

    So there ya go - without that minority challenge from the flat earthers, scientists, and us, might just go on believing that the Earth is spherical and rotates around a central axis. Just as well that there's the Killer (and Ridd and Malone and ...) to keep on making sure we never believe in anything for which there is a "minoriity challenge".

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  4. For those who, like me, think that a Covid caused death is now somewhat unlikely, there is still this:

    "One of the biggest failures during the Covid-19 pandemic is our slow response in diagnosing and treating long Covid. As many as 100 million people worldwide already suffer from long Covid. That staggering number will eventually be much higher, if we take into account that diagnoses are still inadequate, and that we still do not know what the impact of Omicron and future variants will be."

    Could microclots help explain the mystery of long Covid?
    https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2022/jan/05/long-covid-research-microclots

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