Et in Arcadia ego, or, I too am an absolute friend of open democracy

by Yule Heibel on February 21, 2004

I just finished reading a novel that helped me understand why I’m so sick of reading political blogs, political commentary, political critique. Here’s what was for me a key nugget:

“I am speaking of the deliberate curtailment of free thought in our society, Mr. Mundy, and how we may address it. I am an urchin, Mr. Mundy. Born one, stayed one. My intellectual processes are untutored. Scholars would laugh at me. Nevertheless I have acquired many books on this subject.” So Sasha said, Mundy is thinking. “I have in mind such thinkers as the Canadian Naomi Klein, India’s Arundhati Roy, who pleads for a different way of seeing, your British George Monbiot and Mark Curtis, Australia’s John Pilger, America’s Noam Chomsky, the American Nobel Prize winner Joseph Stiglitz, and the Franco-American Susan George of World Social Forum at Porto Alegre. You have read all of these fine writers, Mr. Mundy?”

“Nearly all.” And nearly all Adorno, nearly all Horkheimer and nearly all Marcuse, Mundy thinks, recalling a similar interrogation in Berlin a few lifetimes ago. I love them all, but I can’t remember a word any of them said.

“From their varying perspectives, each of these eminent writers tells me the same story. The corporate octopus is stifling the natural growth of humanity. It spreads tyranny, poverty and economic serfdom. It defies the simplest laws of ecology. Warfare is the extension of corporate power by other means. Each thrives off the other and the recent war proves the point in spades. Does this urgent message cut any ice with you, Mr. Mundy, or am I conducting a dialogue with myself?”

“It rings a lot of bells, actually,” Mundy politely assures him.

Dimitri is evidently approaching the summit of his oration, as he has no doubt approached it many times before. His face darkens, his voice lifts, as he leans confidingly towards his audience.

“How do these corporations achieve their stranglehold on our society? When they’re not shooting, they’re buying. They buy good minds, and tie them to their wagon wheels. They buy students wet from their mothers, and castrate their thought processes. They create false orthodoxies and impose censorship under the sham of political correctness. They build university faculties, dictate university courses, overpromote the professors who kiss ass, and they bully the shit out of heretics. Their one aim is to perpetuate the insane concept of limitless expansion on a limited planet, with permanent conflict as its desired outcome. And their product is the zero-educated robot known otherwise as the corporate executive.

– from the novel Absolute Friends (2004) by John le Carr


Joel February 23, 2004 at 12:42 am

You know, I am getting tired of writing them.

Yule Heibel February 23, 2004 at 12:57 am

Yeah, I hear you — I can’t read ’em anymore.

Joel February 23, 2004 at 8:22 pm

Did you see the response to my post? Because I’m not their little robot who spouts their lines as they want them spouted, they’re all over me! Got to love the mind-reading they’re doing, too. I’ve said ~nothing~ about who I will be voting for and they are all over for me for voting Nader.

To tell the truth, he’s got his problems, too. I’m thinking of voting Socialist.

Jon Husband February 24, 2004 at 12:58 am

Delicios, Yule. I really don’t want to gush, but thanks so much for this.

I’m finding myself kinda stuck these days. Quit doing the kind of work I know, because I didn’t want to “feed the octupus”, so to speak. Can’t read too much more of the political blogs, ’cause everything’s too bloody obvious and there doesn’t seem to be any meaningful way to take action other than to continue to try to be a good human being, and buy as little of whatever as possible.

Guess I’ll go and read some good books.

Yule Heibel February 26, 2004 at 2:54 am

Le Carr

Yule Heibel February 26, 2004 at 2:56 am

And PS: Grierson had this great article in Adbusters which I blogged a while ago, about shock advertising:

Really interesting.

Comments on this entry are closed.

Previous post:

Next post: