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Doran said:Man, you would hate grad school. I AM PROUD TO SAY, however, that not only am I not skinny, but I never whine, as my wife is from Soviet Poland and I have some idea what actual suffering is like; and also, I am proud to note that despite my credentials as a member of the Democratic party and as a reasonably liberal person (reasonably being the key word) I stick out like a sore thumb in grad school and a lot of people think I am a hyper-conservative John Bircher. I'm not -- it's just a measure of how goofy THEY are.
On that note:
Perhaps this thread’s title should change to reflect the fact that the thing most of us are critiquing is not specifically the 1970s but the countercultural monstrosity that surfaced in late 1960s – from 1968 until 1979 or so. James Powers, be my guest.
In honor of this potential change I alert my fellow haters of the 1968-1979 period to an delightfully mean review, unbridled in its piercing cruel critique, in the New York Times Book Review today. It reviews one Jean-Paul duBois’ 2007 book “Vie Francaise,” a lightly fictionalized story of duBois’ own life, using the name “Paul” as his avatar. I am a Francophile (that’s France, not Generalissimo Franco of Spain) BUT as we all know, I’m also a hater of the 1968 generation, and, the reviewer writes, duBois is “the son more of his generation than his country.” The book reviewer critiques the pompous faux-rebellious fatuousness of that generation beautifully. The review is entitled “His Generation” and it is by a certain William Deresiewicz (I am also a Polophile and so his surname automatically prejudices me somewhat in his favor).
The novel, the reviewer writes, is “the story of one very tired generation. It’s called the generation of ’68 in Western Europe and the ‘60s generation in the United States, but whatever name it goes by, its trans-national similarities outweigh its differences, and it’s been dragging the slow length of its middle age through the culture of two continents for at least the last 25 years.”
Yikes. He continues, “ ‘Vie Francaise’ gives us yet another version of the angry young man who won’t grow up, and while the inflections may be Gallic, the self-pity and self-righteousness are all too familiar.”
Ouch. Nice. It won the “Prix Femina” in 2004 (I have no idea what that is, but ...) The author of the book “tries, rather feebly, to make the tokens of political significance stand in for its substance” and each chapter, titled after the French president of the question, gives the author “the opportunity to engage in periodic ritual grumbling about the scoundrel in question.” In 1968 ‘Paul’ lets loose his rebellion by smashing the windows of his father’s car dealership. And the universities after 1968 are “so absurdly permissive that Paul and his friends try to mau-mau a young professor for daring to require papers and exams.” I do not know the verb “to mau-mau” but as an academic, this is exactly the kind of abuse that sickens me the most about that generation.
A typical (for that generation) and most psychologically retarded nihilism apparently pervades the novel: “the root of the malaise ... as Paul himself admits, is that he refuses to grow up ... life is meaningless, everybody stinks, authority figures are jerks, everybody but me is a suit-wearing zombie ... Paul’s political attitudes ... are also typically generational: knee-jerk leftism and mindless anti-Americanism.”
Wow. Sounds like a winner that could turn a pretty left person into a raging conservative.
I really don't have to comment further---other than to say that the last line ain't gonna happen.