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Saturday, December 22, 2001
Ok. I've figured out a way to run around the Chicago Reader's charge-for-articles policy (see below). I'm not proud of it, and I'm only going to do it this once to bring you Rosenbaum's awesome review of Rushmore. I think this is the first essay of his I ever read; after reading it, I had a profoundly altered sense of what film criticism can do. Read it here.
Treating quirky adolescents with affection was already central in Bottle Rocket, Anderson and Wilson's only previous feature (in which Wilson played one of the leading parts), but for all that movie's style and grace, it bears the same relationship to Rushmore that a watercolor bears to an oil painting. This movie goes further by creating something more than a milieu and a circle of friends, widening its span to encompass a little world to contain them. It also dissolves the usual distances between characters of various ages (including not only Dirk and Magnus in relation to Max, but also Herman and to some extent Rosemary), creating a utopian democracy of concerns that purposefully rejects the automatic and often unconvincing generational solidarity that underlies most movies about teenagers.
I suppose this smear of Jonathan Rosenbaum from Variety functions, paradoxically, to bolster his credibility. Rosenbaum is author of several brilliant books on film; his latest, Movie Wars: How Hollywood and the Media Conspire to Limit What Films We Can See (read the first chapter here) no less stunning. The guy has a critical acumen that makes my mouth water; his essays on films like Rushmore and Ghost Dog really blew my mind with their depth and knowledge (the Reader has unfortunately begun charging $2 a pop for archived articles, so I won't bother linking to these reviews.) In Movie Wars, he mounts a critique of a complex of practices that narrow the view of the filmgoing public.
The whole notion of expertise in film criticism is tautological. According to current practice in the United States, a "film expert" is someone who writes or broadcasts about film. Yet most film experts are hired not on the basis of their knowledge about film but on the basis of their capacity to reflect the presumed existing tastes of the public. The late Serge Daney understood this phenomenon perfectly -- and implied that it wasn't an exclusively American one -- when he remarked that the media "ask those who know nothing to represent the ignorance of the public and, in so doing, to legitimize it."
Check out this discussion between Chicago Reader film critic and personal hero Jonathan Rosenbaum and several younger critics, about the so-called death of cinema. Kent Jones, one of the discussants, has this to say:
As much as I resent the mournful pronouncements of the demise of cinephilia and the impending death of cinema, all so full of barely concealed anger, I sympathize with that anger. From 1982 to 1984 I worked in one of the first video stores in Manhattan, and I will never forget the shock I felt when a customer asked me for "something big and plush that I can really sink into, like the Godfather movies." That was when I realized that home video was opening up a new form of film appreciation antithetical to any I had ever seen, in which each film was potentially a self-prescriptive therapeutic device. And this was only possible because home video had made each film into a portable consumer object that could be stopped, started, reversed, repeated, or abandoned at will. And as horrified as I was, I knew that I had to come to terms with what amounted to a whole new world, the beginnings of the world we live in today. Friday, December 21, 2001
Charles Lloyd In Russia: Ovations and Frustrations
by Ira Gitler "I can't describe it in words," said Charles Lloyd of the fantastic eight minute and 20 second ovation he received from a transported audience at the Tallinn Jazz Festival. "I played my experience from Memphis [his birth-place] up to then," he said, describing the intense energy he put forth in his performance. "There was so much stress leading up to it that it exploded." For a while in college, Charles Lloyd was my favorite jazz musician. Lloyd first came into prominence in the early 60s playing in Chico Hamilton's and Cannonball Adderley's groups (he's on Cannonball's fucking incredible album Fiddler on the Roof, which Blue Note has promised to reissue by next year.) By the middle of the sixties, he had formed his own band. As the sixties grew ever more heady, Lloyd rode the wave. He played the Fillmore and put psychedelic covers on his albums. His band was aggressively promoted by manager George Avakian; one of the more disillusioning moments of my jazz experience was realizing that the liner essay accompanying Lloyd's Love-In LP was not critical but a pr piece written by his manager. In spite of the marketing, I think Lloyd was fundamentally committed to the hippie project and its Nietszchean musical aesthetic. He used to say things like, "I play love vibrations" and talk about totality. This kind of hippie kitsch was my bread and butter during college, so I ate Lloyd up. It is no coincidence that the kids at the Fillmore liked him so much; his tunes tended to have a bounce and humor, and his solos possessed a meandering quality that make them great to get high to. Stylistically, he could be characterized as modal-lite; his solos contained Coltrane-ish moments, but they were less oriented to genuine searching than to moment-to-moment hedonism. I really wish I had more musical training; whenever I go to describe jazz, I always have to make recourse to the language of the humanities. There's a whole dimension of meaning that I can't properly access. Argh. Anyhoo, I listened to Lloyd's relatively new (1999) Hyperion with Higgins last night on my way home from work. Lloyd's music still works powerfully on me; driving and listening to it, my mental agility was ratcheting up gradually until I was damn-near to that feeling of intense concentration or 'oneness' that seems only attainable in the car or the shower. The closest analogue to this feeling that I can think of is when Neo finally becomes the Matrix (I feel as dirty as you do; sorry.) In this condition I feel as though I can manipulate the object of thought with ease; the language just comes--the scene in the Matrix literalizes this sudden fluency so well. I believe that Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi refers to this condition as the Flow. Whatever this condition is, we know this much: it is ripe for subjection by impotent metaphors.
My last entry (below) ends with the word 'immutable,' which reminded me of John Dewey's The Question of Certainty: Philosophy's Search for the Immutable, which everyone should read. It's relevant to everything.
Psychology's Two Cultures: A Christian Analysis
by Mary Stewart Van Leeuwen Van Leeuwen is a professor of psychology at Calvin College. In this article, she discusses the rift in psychology between the traditional positivist camp and the more postmodern humanist camp, and attempts to locate a disciplinary space in which a uniquely Christian psychology can develop. My college anthropology teacher once told me that the production of knowledge requires passionate commitment to indefensible values; in this case, the development of a Christian psychology is welcome. To the Christian analyst, perhaps the most intriguing aspect of these studies is not so much what does differentiate the "two cultures" in psychology as the failure of the theism/atheism dimension to enter into the picture at all. According to the second of these studies, theism and atheism are no differently distributed among behavioral and non-behavioral psychologists and, moreover, there is no significant correlation between strength of theistic beliefs on the one hand and patterns of either disciplinary or social values on the other. To a consideration of this point I will return, but for the moment let us consider some reactions to this pair of "two cultures" studies from later issues of the American Psychologist. Interestingly, none of the published responses endorsed the positivistic status quo which dominates academic psychology—perhaps because that which is in ascendancy generates no sense of defensiveness in its adherents. Actual reactions ranged from pleas for methodological reform to those calling for the wholesale replacement of the traditionally-positivist paradigm by a postpositivist one emphasizing the sociology—and even the politics—of psychological knowledge.
Evildoers in our Midst
by Chuck Morse This is a post-attack right-wing smear of the American left. I can't say that its virulence is surprising, but I am concerned about its final paragraph: Perhaps the American left is attracted to Bin Laden's atrocity propaganda. After all, the left insists that it stands for "peace." The fact is that in the name of "peace." leftists have killed of over 100 million people according to the Black Book of Communism. The Communist genocides of this century have killed unprecedented numbers of people. In spite of this, Communism has always been protected from the sort of condemnation reserved for Nazism. Brian Caplan, of the Museum of Communism, explores this phenomenon: Were Communism and Nazism "morally equivalent" movements? Mark Lilla, of the Committee for Social Thought at the UofC, has written a book about the inability of 20th century intellectuals to confront tyranny and genocide. This discussion between Lilla and the Nation's Eric Alterman was published last month in the New York Times.
An Interview with Judith Williamson
Judith Williamson: I wrote a piece last August about disgust, the language of disgust. I don't know what it was like here, but in Britain, it was fairly striking to me that the language that was used by the Prime Minister and by government spokespeople about Saddam Hussein and about what was happening after the invasion of Kuwait, the words used were words like repellent, nauseating and repugnant. You know, there is a whole language that you use for condemning things, like "atrocious," or "this is outrageous," or "this is appalling," or "this is wrong." But it seemed to me that the language of moral outrage was somehow too weak, it was perceived as too weak, like it wasn't enough to say that this was wrong, this is a terrible thing that has happened. The language of disgust had to be mobilized. If you had the radio on while you were doing things at home, every few minutes you would hear somebody say "this is really repugnant," "this is totally nauseating" and you got the feeling that somebody was getting sick, like there was some kind of horrible smell or something. It's very much physical language.
Jesus. I got so wrapped up in talking about Cindy Sherman (below) that I forgot to hook you guys up with the Judith Williamson link. Fear not. Judith Williamson link.
There are certain problems that inhere when you blog in reverse chronological order; the biggest one is that you keep having to say "(below)".
Judith Williamson is a neglected heroine; she doesn't appear on my list to the right, but she ought to. I read her Consuming Passions right after my incubation in the warm bath of Foucault and Barthes and Goffman. She pulled these theoretical insights out of their vacuum, and applied them to an analysis of contemporary advertising. I was reminded of her when I stumbled upon a site full of Cindy Sherman photos; one of the first essays in Consuming Passions articulates Sherman's preoccupation with the instability of the self. I always liked the idea of Cindy Sherman.
But, ooh, we have to worry about liking Cindy Sherman thanks to Nadine Lemmon, who writes: Although Sherman is often heralded as the quintessential ‘postmodern’ artist, the modernist tendencies of her work coupled with the critics’ inability to confront the ambiguity of her work, have rendered her ‘postmodern’ label problematic. Postmodern theory advocates a deconstruction of the power structures embedded in late capitalist society. But Sherman’s work functions seamlessly (and successfully) within the market strategies of the ’80s, typified by corporate control of museums and market control of galleries. Given that her work can be read as both a challenge to the art market and a creative, marketable product, the boundary between postmodern critique of the market and marketability has clearly been eroded. While critics applaud Sherman’s work for deconstructively denying the totality of a ‘real Cindy’, the meaning of her work is dependent upon the concept of the celebrity ‘Cindy’. Simultaneously, critics partially negate her ‘deconstruction’, mythologizing her as the autonomous ‘artist-genius’, harkening back to the modernist heroization of the creative individual. On one level, Sherman’s work appears to be subversively linked to ‘low’ art characterized by ‘b-grade’ film and photography, on another level, her work is fetishized as the modernist ideal of the ‘high' art object.Damnit. Thursday, December 20, 2001
Wednesday, December 19, 2001
The Guardian's Guide to "Difficult" Art Forms: Jazz
This article, by Jonathan Jones, is woefully inadequate. His most irritating assertion, "To this day, there is no such thing as anti-humanist jazz" is an insult to the memory of the angry saxophonists, notably Albert Ayler. And there is at least as much in the John Zorn catalog that eschews transcendence as there is that aspires to it. This article, like so much else out there, emphasizes the canonical figures in jazz, ignoring the possibilities presented by an approach that is more sensitive to the sociology of jazz. To conceive of jazz simply in terms of masterworks and genius artists ignores that those artists and works developed in the larger scheme of a historically situated jazz world. Jazz writing that emphasizes canon formation does so in order to glorify jazz by its easy comparison with the Western classical tradition, but this emphasis usually forces writers to efface important sociological truths about the way the jazz world works. Furthermore, the elevation of certain musicians (Coltrane, Davis) into some mystical pantheon on the basis of their innovation ignores the fact that innovation is a staple of what jazz musicians do. People like Jimmy Giuffre and Roland Kirk were as innovative as Coltrane and Davis, and certainly as inspired, but they get no press. It is not because they are less interesting musicians, but because jazz generally gets written about in terms of nodes instead of webs. Although theoretical nuance is a value in itself, its neglect is especially infuriating because of its most prominent effect: the systematic neglect of important artists. There are figures in jazz whose importance can't be underestimated yet who receive virtually none of the attention that is lavished on the canonical players: Roland Kirk, Freddie Hubbard, Eric Dolphy, Donald Byrd, Harold Land, Jimmy Giuffre, Lee Konitz, and Chico Hamilton are just a few. One of the best books I've read about jazz is Stuart Nicholsons's Jazz Rock: A History. The book is both a sweeping factual survey of the major trends in this varied genre, as well as a critical attempt to trace vectors of influence among musicians and bands.
Journalist Jailed for Refusal to Reveal Information
Washington Post A freelance journalist in Texas has been in jail for 152 days (and counting) because she refuses to turn over her investigative material to the police. Jason was telling me about this story a little while ago, so I'll yield to him for comment. Tuesday, December 18, 2001
What are Cultural Studies of Scientific Knowledge?
By Joseph Rouse Here is an article that the giant social criticism archive (see below) missed. I will quote it later since my damnable half-hour lunch is over.
Eliot Gelwan at Follow me Here has beaten me to several excellent links, which I will reproduce here.
First of all, he points today to a large archive of social criticism. This archive is actually way beyond "large." This is one of those web resources that could keep me reading for weeks on end. I might get into the habit of blogging one of these articles a day, to make the archive a little less overwhelming. If this does become a habit, blog archaeologists will be able to trace its origin to today, when I link to this speech by Vaclav Havel: At the same time, however, the relationship to the world that modern science fostered and shaped now appears to have exhausted its potential. It is increasingly clear that, strangely, the relationship is missing something. It fails to connect with the most intrinsic nature of reality, and with natural human experience. It is now more of a source of disintegration and doubt than a source of integration and meaning. It produces what amounts to a state of schizophrenia, completely alienating man as an observer from himself as a being. Classical modern science described only the surface of things, a single dimension of reality. And the more dogmatically science treated it as the only dimension, as the very essence of reality, the more misleading it became. Today, for instance, we may know immeasurably more about the universe than our ancestors did, and yet, it increasingly seems they knew something more essential about it than we do, something that escapes us. The same thing is true of nature and of ourselves. The more thoroughly all our organs and their functions, their internal structure and the biochemical reactions that take place within them are described, the more we seem to fail to grasp the spirit, purpose and meaning of the system that they create together and that we experience as our unique "self." Clearly, Vaclav Havel is the man (I will here admit that I know virtually nothing about Havel except that he and Madeline Albright are rumored to have been yelled at by John Zorn for talking during one of his performances.) Monday, December 17, 2001
Scott Yanow's All Music Guide essay on Free jazz I've been listening to a bunch of Ornette Coleman's later stuff. Soapsuds, Soapsuds; Body Meta; and Tone Dialing. This later-period Ornette stuff is a treasure trove. This article calls Soapsuds, Soapsuds "screechy," but that's baloney. Everything about this album is gentle, from the title onward. Good Ornette Coleman synopsis Ornette begins sessions by explaining his musical conception in very dense, puzzling terms, but when it comes time to perform he says "Just go ahead and play, man." His oldest sideman, Charlie Haden, had already been similarly drawn to this free-jazz experience in the late 1950s, when, as he relates in the People, Ornette told him: "Here are some chord changes, but you don't have to play them. Just play what you hear." Haden's response was like that of many a modern jazz player since: "Man, I had so much fun I couldn't believe it. It was spontaneity like I had never experienced before. Each note was a universe. Each note was your life."
Complications threaten our idyll.
But we shall prevail. As has been noted previously, all is not right with the Goffmania archives. The problem is that there are no archives from Goffmania:Week 1. I am going to solve this problem by haphazardly reposting these entries over the course of the following week. I suppose Jason will read this and decide to do the same. To those of you who have been reading since the absolute beginning, I thank you for your patience. I recommend that these readers periodically look at a calendar while reading to avoid some sort of deja-vu inspired crisis. Sunday, December 16, 2001
Sporting Chances: The Cost of Varsity Athletics
by Louis Menand At many of the best colleges and universities in the United States today, there is a group of students who can be identified by an attribute that has nothing to do with academic ability. These students have, on average, lower S.A.T. scores than their classmates; they underperform in college (their grades are even lower than their S.A.T. scores predict) and are more likely than other students to rank in the bottom third of the class; their lives after graduation are relatively unaffected by their college experience; and they tend to feel isolated from other students-on some campuses, they live in separate dormitories. These students are aggressively recruited; admissions offices give them preferential treatment; and at some schools they are awarded scholarships regardless of financial need or academic merit. Any attempt to compromise the privileges or reduce the opportunities enjoyed by this special class of students, or to suggest that they somehow do not belong on campus, is met by threats and protests from outside groups. These students are varsity athletes.
The Problem of "God" in the Boy Scouts
by Jay Mechling I was a Boy Scout until my eighteenth birthday. When my time ran out (at eighteen, scouts are no longer boys and therefore cannot be Boy Scouts), I had attained the penultimate rank, Life Scout. I was carrying out a small public health project in my town that year, and I couldn't commit to an Eagle Scout community service project as well, so I never 'got my Eagle.' I've always regretted not becoming an Eagle Scout, because I would have savored using my ceremony as a soapbox (when I was eighteen, I had a rather pervasive habit of turning things into soapboxes.) But despite my antipathy to the exclusionary policies of the Boy Scouts, I still can't hate the organization. My experience with the Boy Scouts was entirely pleasant; the incidents in which I had to lie about my lack of transcendental belief were few and mostly comical. In my suburban troop, atheism wasn't a big issue; I'm sure the country-club Republican fathers who supervised my troop were all too happy to avoid searching discussions about morality and belief. So instead of ideological quibbling, we did fun and instructive things like 10-day canoe trips in Maine and backpacking in the Shenandoah and giddily lighting the aerosolized spray of a can of insect repellent on fire (which creates a seriously cool fireball) and exposing our assholes (the 'red' eye.) I wish that the Boy Scouts would reconsider its position on inclusion, but since that won't happen, I'd recommend that potentially excluded boys reconsider their positions on principle. Screw principle; when you're fifteen, a weekend camping and learning how to pitch a tent and build a fire beats standing up for one's self every time. The BSA had finessed the Trout case by framing it as a mere dispute over the meaning of the word "God," but these suits pitted avowed atheists against the BSA requirement that members believe in God. The National Council's stance was that the BSA is a private group that can admit and exclude members by criteria particular to the organization. "Also supporting the status quo," explained a New York Times story, "are the Church of Latter-Day Saints, or Mormons, which formed the first Scouting council in America in 1913 and which remains the largest single Scout sponsor, and the Roman Catholic Church, the fourth-largest Scout sponsor. The two churches, which together support more than a quarter of all Scout troops, contend that the Boy Scouts has every right to keep certain people out, whether as Scouts, volunteers, or staff members." | ![]() |
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