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The Trouble With Intellectuals

All intellectuals take the strengths of their societies for granted, or do not even notice them: problems, by contrast, loom large in their imagination--that is why intellectuals are often destructive forces.

--Anthony Daniels, in The New Criterion

An advantage--though that's perhaps not the right word--of having a melancholy and pessimistic cast of mind is that one never says things like "Well, it can't get any worse." It can always get worse. For most of us most of the time it could get a lot worse: we have many things that many or most people have not had through all of human history, and which many still do not have, and there is nothing in the nature of things guaranteeing that we will always have them.

For instance, it's unlikely that anyone reading this is in danger of starvation or even malnutrition, unless, in the latter case, it's from eating too much of the wrong things. It's unlikely that you don't have access to clean drinking water, except perhaps because of some temporary disruption, such as a natural disaster. But there are many millions of people alive today for whom neither of those is true. And we have them because we live in a material infrastructure that's the product of an enormous amount of knowledge and skill accumulated over centuries, and continues to function because those are in constant application for maintaining and expanding it. War could destroy it overnight; neglect and forgetting could do it less quickly but just as thoroughly.

I've remembered for over fifty years a passing remark by my college roommate, who was more radical than I was: that we needed a revolution because "anything would be better than what we have." If my memory is correct I didn't respond, partly because I was too shocked. How could he possibly say such a thing seriously? It required no imagination to see many possible societies that would be much worse than ours; I say it required no imagination, because they existed and could be observed, if one was willing to believe reports from various unhappy places all over the world. And if one did exercise a bit of imagination, which I did, it was not hard to envision not only worse but much, much worse. I guess that was an early sign that I was not going to stick with the radical leftist program. 

We were not intellectuals, of course, but as college students--fairly serious ones, not just there for job training--we were, to use the current formulation, intellectual-adjacent. And we certainly exhibited the tendency Daniels notes. In fact it's reasonable to say that all the rebellious college students of the time did. In material things we were the most privileged people who had ever walked the earth. And yet many of us more or less sincerely claimed that the system which supported us was rotten to the core and should be destroyed and replaced with a (usually very nebulous) dream of our own. There was a spiritual source and aspect to that alienation, but that's another matter; I'm speaking here only of the liberty and plenitude we had. 

We weren't necessarily wrong in our criticisms and complaints, of course. There was certainly a great deal wrong with American society at the time. But we took its fundamental strengths for granted.

Such attitudes, such blind spots, come fairly naturally to the young; the middle-aged and older should become more judicious. But the syndrome did not fade away with the '60s, and has advanced steadily since then, becoming institutionalized as the conventional view of intellectuals and the intellectually-adjacent of all ages. Consider this story (sorry if the link is subscriber-only) about a professor of marketing (!) who required her students to contribute to something called The Rebellion Community: “The Rebellion community is a safe place to coordinate our efforts to burn everything to the f***ing ground.” 

What does she think her life would be like if her "community" actually succeeded in that endeavor? Chances are fair to good that she would end up desperately trying to avoid starvation or some other very unpleasant end. Or perhaps she would manage to come out on top of that revolution, and be in a position to starve or otherwise put down its enemies, an activity which her statement suggests she might enjoy. In any case, there certainly would be no need for professors of marketing in that wasteland.

It's just rhetoric, of course. But why do those words even present themselves to her as an expression of her wish? "...that is why intellectuals are often destructive forces." Yes, and also why the word "intellectual" often takes on the connotation "not very smart." 

Actually, The Rebellion Community has a hint of grift about it, or perhaps of multi-level marketing: there's a $2400 entry fee (only $2000 if you pay it all at once). And: "find two community organizers to join you and your registration fee is paid for!"

The remark from Anthony Daniels comes at the end of a discussion of a play by John Galsworthy which suggests an attitude toward criminality which, detached from good sense by "incontinent extension," would lead to a general denial of the criminal's responsibility. It's in the May issue of The New Criterion, but I'm not including a link because it's subscriber-only.

The title of the post alludes to an incident in Wise Blood: the crooked preacher Hoover Shoats aka Onnie Jay Holy, rebuffed by Haze Motes in his proposal for commercializing Haze's "Church Without Christ, the church peaceful and satisfied," complains "That's the trouble with you innerleckchuls...you don't never have nothing to show for what you're saying." The phrase, in O'Connor's spelling, is also the title of a short book by Marion Montgomery, which I read many years ago and now don't remember very well. I should read it again. 

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As all your writing, so well considered, and well done.

Thank you

Back when I was in Pentecostal/Evangelical circles there was a common description used of a certain type of person: "He's so heavenly minded he's no earthly good." That's the sort of connotation a lot of people have of "intellectual" -- someone who's so distanced by theory that they're functionally impractical.

I need to read that Montgomery book again. I think I may have quoted from it in my piece on M.M. in the "52 Authors" series. In fact, I should revisit O'Connor as well.

You did indeed, at some length:

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It was mistakenly assumed when the stories first began to appear, and it continues to be, that [O’Connor] writes a very sophisticated kind of local color with sociological implications. But what interests her is the condition of the modern intellectual. That is the issue in this fiction, rather than representations of rural characters whose concrete historical presence misleads “some New York critics.” The pole of grace on the one hand and of the finite gnostic mind on the other establish the intellectual ground within which the fiction’s dramatic tension arcs, sputters into a climax, and then calms to a steady glow when the reality of existence – of being – reasserts itself with persuasive finality. Hence we discover that her protagonists are, in their spiritual state, reflections of the larger, geographically foreign (one might call it New Yorkish) intellectual community where Gnosticism is dominant and from whence it trickles down through Atlanta (Taulkingham), even unto rural Georgia. She says this to be so and says it in plain enough language in her letters and essays. But that her agents are reflections of that larger self-insured gnostic world is signaled as well by the disquiet with which her fiction was and is received in many otherwise sophisticated quarters.

The attempt to declare Haze Motes or The Misfit merely backwoods psychopaths, the sort of unfortunate, deprived creatures on the evening news for whom poverty programs and rehabilitation are designed, is only a momentary stay against confusion, against a shock of self-recognition. Her chosen audience doesn’t remain safe, since the stories keep saying, shouting in an irresistible way, “You can’t be any poorer than dead” – dead spiritually and intellectually.
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Here's the link:

https://www.lightondarkwater.com/2015/08/52-authors-week-33-marion-montgomery.html

I notice in the comments there that I say I hadn't read The Trouble. I know I haven't read it since then (2015), so when I said in this post that I'd read it I was mistaken. I remember reading some book of Montgomery's that was not part of the big trilogy, so I wonder what it was...?....

Hard to say. He wrote a number of smaller books after the trilogy, of which I've read three or four, including Trouble...

It was The Reflective Journey Toward Order. Small compared to the trilogy, but not very small--300 pages.

There's more than a hint of grift about the Rebellion Community, since the professor is its founder. I saw a news story saying that she's no longer an MSU prof. I wonder how good at marketing she was, considering she started a GoFundMe last year to pay for her and her kids and her pets to tour the US in an RV "to co-create communities of rebels," but it raised less than $2.5k of its $100k goal.

There's something very funny about paying a lot of money to take a course to be told the correct way to burn everything to the ****ing ground.

Funny, and yet sinister.

I’d say her GoFundMe episode is an instance of justice in action.

I think I may have Reflective Journey but haven't read it. The Trouble... is definitely worth a look, and is only 120 pages or so, although it does presume familiarity with O'Connor's work.

I'm familiar with a lot of her work, some of it to the point that I feel like I don't need to read it anymore, but there are at least half a dozen or so stories that I've never read or read once long ago and don't remember. I need to remedy that. Maybe also re-read The Violent--I only read it once and it's been decades. I only remember bits and pieces. "What you wired for? Does your head light up?"

I loved The Violent Bear It Away, and it's so horrible. Lately, I find myself really liking a lot of really horrid books.

Has anyone read Andre Dubus III?

AMDG

I haven’t

Horrid books for horrid times.

More like brutal--both physically and psychologically.

One day, I found a book on my shelves that I had no recollection of ever seeing before. It was Longing for and Absent God by Nick Ripatrazone. The only thing I could figure was that I had gotten at Sally's house somehow, and I had. I remember that we were having a conversation about how most really good novelists (for the past 100+ years) are either Catholics or fallen-away Catholics (and I would add Orthodox), and she said I might like to read this book, which is about that.

It's not particularly well-written, but interesting. He talked about Andre Dubus as being an author who was a devout Catholic who attended daily Mass, so I decided to get some of his books. I put them on hold at the library. When I started to read the first one, an autobiography, I was thinking it could not possibly be the person Ripatrazone was talking about and realized it was Dubus III, the son of the author in question.

It turns out that the parents had divorced when he was about 10, and married one of his university students, after which Dubus III's mother and her four children lived in utter poverty. DIII lived a very violent life, and all the children were involved in violence, drugs, whatever. In the end, he got his life together, and seems to be living a pretty normal life.

Anyway, it's a very hard to read, and one of his novels, The House of Sand and Fog was also very hard to read, but they are very well-written, which is why I have stuck with them.

Now I am reading Blood Meridian, so I don't know.

AMDG

Well, that's a gloomy story--of Dubus II and III I mean. I assume the father is II.

I recall hearing very good things about House of Sand and Fog. As for Blood Meridian, I've been thinking of making further acquaintance with McCarthy's work, but I don't think I can be that focused. I just checked Ovid's Metamorphoses out of the library even though I have two other books in progress.

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