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Faux-Town and the Virtue of Pessimism: A Defence of Lana Del Ray

Sat, 21 Apr 2012 05:12:00 -0400

So I normally don’t discuss popular culture, mostly because trying to keep current with it is a full time job, which I already have. I occasionally peruse TMZ, and do find some of the stories amusing. The latest one that caught my interest was the controversy about a young New York singer-songwriter named Lana Del Ray. I had already heard her because of her song “Video Games” which, when it came on the radio, was such a shock I wrote down the name of the artist. Listen to it and you’ll see what I mean, it’s unlike anything typically mainstream, and evokes a more indie vibe, a sort of girl version of Stevin Merrit (see below).

Del Ray gave what is, in all fairness, a bloody awful live performance on Saturday Night Live. The backlash from the performance, however, I believe has deeper origins. First, however, I want to take a relevant digression and talk about what I’m henceforth referring to as “Faux-Town;” a tarted up copy of mo-town cynically created in the wake of Amy Winehouse’s popularity. The most recent examples are Duffy and Adele, to which Lana Del Ray is sometimes compared.

Adele is little more than a carefully manufactured Amy Winehouse clone, but whereas Amy Winehouse was somewhat novel and a competent songwriter, Adele’s material sounds like she turned on the “Random MoTown Generator” filter in Garageband. Adele is quoted as saying “I’ll never be ashamed to say I love the Spice Girls because they made me who I am,” I think that should pretty much tell you everything you need to know about Adele’s “music.” Much like Duffy (remember her? No? didn’t think so), Adele is a cynical pastiche trying to recapture a time and express ideas and emotions which she herself has never experienced. From what we gather from her hit album 21, Adele is, shockingly for a 21 year old girl, in the midst of incredible boy-angst, he cheats, he lies, and “rumor has it” Adele is the one he’s leaving the other woman for. Yup, groundbreaking, a 21 year old girl who’s made her entire universe around a boycrush, what a novel concept. The only thing that would consummate this union of kitsch and cliché is if that boy turned out to be Justin Bieber.

Lana Del Ray is doing something a tad less tried, she’s not writing about how those darn boys, the fact that “OMG IT’S FRIDAY,” how “we r who we r” or how sick she is of all the attention of the media whilst wearing a trollopy version of her old Mickey Mouse Club outfit. Granted, Britney’s faced her fair share of reality in her journey through serious mental psychosis, but there’s no evidence she’s used her art as catharsis or transformed her personal demons into anything valuable. In Britney’s defence she’s, in all likelihood, being propped up on enough zombifying benzodiazepines and puppeteering therapists that there’s probably a gesture you could make to get her to bark on command. She’s made well enough to churn out “just one more” pop album to support the industry built around her career. As usual, I digress, Del Ray starts by expressing sad emotions, she’s not giving you a song about getting laid in da club, how she’s a sexy bitch or her soporific psychodrama with boys. She sings about death, boredom, and malaise. That’s a real turn off for a lot of people enmeshed in a culture that peddles optimism and wishful thinking, and as a double whammie, it’s a girl! I mean, this isn’t the script, isn’t this kind of stuff supposed to come out of a pensive Thom Yorke or classic Lou Reed, how dare she not “sing pretty!” Herein lies the origin of the backlash she’s gotten.

What I think Del Ray’s controversy and infamy says, besides the usual opprobrium about misogyny in the media, is also how generally adverse people are to feel any negative emotions. As Barbara Ehrenreich points out in her book Bright Sided: “we cannot levitate ourselves into that blessed condition by wishing it. We need to brace ourselves for a struggle against terrifying obstacles, both of our own making and imposed by the natural world. And the first step is to recover from the mass delusion that is positive thinking.” We’re still in the grips of a lot of “positive psychology” which, as Ehrenreich persuasively argues, was largely responsible for the financial meltdown that nearly brought down Western civilization.

You see, pessimism has many useful functions, not the least of which is to guard us from unrealistic expectations and the emotional outbursts that attend disappointment when your perfect world doesn’t materialize. You should expect the worst, since the worst will eventually happen. Lana Del Ray’s music is a welcome antidote to the flood of saccharine feel-good rubbish which includes a lot of the putatively “sad” emo nonsense; that being merely the angsty angry teenage boy equivalent of Adele.

There’s a reason the Romans kept Memento Morii; Forget Tony Robbins, The Secret, or 7 habits of Highly Successful People, there’s one fact that levels all of this tripe, and is the ultimate “motivator;” the sober realization that, as Del Ray puts it in her title song “You and I were born to die.”

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Fever Dream of a Guilt-Ridden Gadget Reporter by Mat Honan

Wed, 01 Feb 2012 02:15:44 -0500

I trudge past several million dollars worth of 3DTVs, looking for a good place to take a shit. The toilets are all filthy. CES attendees are overwhelmingly men. Men are filthy, especially when they’ve been drinking too much coffee and eating Vegas buffets.

So I duck into the ladies’ room. It is empty and pristine. For the first time since I arrived at the Las Vegas Convention Center, I find some quiet.

I hide in the bathroom for about 20 minutes, playing Carcasonne, and not thinking. I need this—I was up until 4:30 in the morning, playing poker and blackjack and drinking beer.

I DM Mike Tyson on Twitter, hoping to get him to come look at some gadgets with me, but he’s in Spain shooting a commercial. I just want everyone to look at some gadgets with me.

Then it’s time for a meeting, so I scuttle out through a maze of ocular and aural assaults, past booth after booth of headset-wearing pitchmen doing their best Billy Mays. Deep in the middle of the din, I meet yet another PR person whom I’ll never see again in my life, and settle in for a demo of another product I already know I’m not going to write about.

People keep coughing on me. I try to listen politely, all the while wondering if I have the flu. I got my flu shot on December 29. I can’t help but wonder if it has activated yet. They tell you that it takes 14 days for antibodies to become effective, but that can vary from person to person. I take the press release and wander away past walls and walls of blinking, humming, electronics.

I try to remember all the products I’ve talked about that I won’t even bother to cover—and that nobody’s going to buy. There were some Bluetooth speakers. Or maybe they were WiFi. But there was definitely a helmet cam. And a waterproof phone. And a tablet and an ultrabook and an OLED TV. There was ennui upon ennui upon ennui set in this amazing temple to technology.

I imagine tuning all the television sets to hardcore gay porn, just to see the spectacle of it all. I fantasize that I am the only one here, in a post-apocalyptic trade show. Alone among these elaborate booths. Free to scamper up on top of them. Free to grab what I want, and actually play with it, like a child. I want to see it all catch fire. I want to pour gasoline in the ducts and light a long fuse, and watch from the street as it burns and burns and burns. My guess is that the flames would be quite beautiful, colored by chemical washes and treated glass. My hangover is killing me.

An executive in a really nice suit from an up-and-coming display company tells me they plan to ship a half a million units this year. I try to figure out how much that is in kilograms of rare earth metals, but I can’t. Wolfram Alpha turns out to be pretty useless for this kind of thing. The CEO is available for interviews.

There is a hole in my heart dug deep by advertising and envy and a desire to see a thing that is new and different and beautiful. A place within me that is empty, and that I want to fill up. The hole makes me think electronics can help. And of course, they can.

They make the world easier and more enjoyable. They boost productivity and provide entertainment and information and sometimes even status. At least for a while. At least until they are obsolete. At least until they are garbage.

Electronics are our talismans that ward off the spiritual vacuum of modernity; gilt in Gorilla Glass and cadmium. And in them we find entertainment in lieu of happiness, and exchanges in lieu of actual connections.

And, oh, I am guilty. I am guilty. I am guilty.

I feel that way too. More than most, probably. I’m forever wanting something new. Something I’ve never seen before, that no one else has. Something that will be both an extension and expression of my person. Something that will take me away from the world I actually live in and let me immerse myself in another. Something that will let me see more details, take better pictures, do more at once, work smarter, run faster, live longer.

Maybe I’ve even made you feel that way too.

A sad cavalcade of fat men with roll-aboard luggage rushes past, looking at their phones as they walk, blocking my way.

The TV Art Frame from Art Motion Technology will cover your flat panel television like a window frame. “The window illusion is an actual piece of canvas artwork from the palate of Artist David Christopher Miller” and is available in sizes from 37-inches to 65-inches in various colors and styles. I do not care, and I do not care, and I do not care.

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““One’s outlook on life and its purposes may greatly modify one’s attitude toward goods in which fashion is prominent. At the present time, not a few people in western nations have departed from old-time standards of religion and philosophy, and having failed to develop forceful views to take their places, hold to something that may be called, for want of a better name, a philosophy of futility. This view of life (or lack of a view of life) involves a question as to the value of motives and purposes of the main human activities. There is ever a tendency to challenge the purpose of life itself. This lack of purpose in life has an effect on consumption similar to that of having a narrow life interest, that is, in concentrating human attention on the more superficial things that comprise much of fashionable consumption.””

- Paul Nystrom, 1928. Economics of Fashion. p68

The Unbearable Americanness of Jared Diamond: A Review of Guns, Germs and Steel

Sun, 04 Dec 2011 00:48:00 -0500

I want to review Jared Diamond’s Guns Germs and Steel by way of analogy with another work of popular scholarship, Malcolm Gladwell’s 2008 book Outliers. Gladwell’s thesis, is that “genius” is not an innate quality but the product of hard work and passion, and that fortuitous circumstances like birth date and social systems contribute to facilitate this work. Gladwell once excoriated an interviewer who protested that, contrary to Gladwell’s, that genius is innate. Gladwell called the interviewer’s position: “Gloomy Nietzscheanism.” Ironically, Gladwell’s worldview, like Diamond’s, is best summed up similarly to the way the sociologist George Simmel condescendingly described another American philosophy: “pragmatism is what happens when Americans read Nietzsche.” Diamond’s book is likewise “what happens when Americans read world history.” To be sure Diamond is not a historian, but a biologist, but he suffers from a characteristically American affliction, pernicious optimism and a belief in the equality of all things.

Diamond’s contention is that much human history consists entirely of environmental circumstances, and in this respect is the answer to a question put to him by a New Guinean native: “Why is it that Europeans, despite their likely genetic disadvantage and (in modern times) their undoubted developmental disadvantage, ended up with much more of the cargo? .” (p.9); cargo here denoting wealth and technological advantage of Europeans. His answer begins by understanding how accidental factors like resistance to disease might contribute to a natural advantage rather than anything pejorative like heritable intelligence. In short, Diamond’s book is an apologia for what might be summarized as the “tragic view of history.” This view is that history has no apparent purpose, progress or rationale, and that those accidents favour some groups of human beings over others. The problem, however, is that he goes from what is a fairly trivial descriptive account of world history to a prescription for the humanities and an account of the individual which are both demonstrably false.

The view of historical progress Diamond presents is more or less correct; the lessons he draws from it are not. The scope of the book (i.e. The entirety of human history) make it impossible to review each claim in the space of a review. But the claims can be viewed within the rubric of “historical accident versus agent intent.” I will explore the three themes; guns, germs and steel, in that order and then go onto the latter part of the book where Diamond attempts and fails to show why humanities can be reduced to sciences.

Diamond begins by showing how fortuitous circumstances in the so-called “fertile crescent” in what is now the middle east contributed to an explosion of human development 11000 years ago in the wake of a re-merging ice-age. For instance, among the numbers of plants and animals that can be domesticated, a preponderance of them appear in the fertile crescent. Domesticated plants and animals cultivated by inhabitants of this area were bountiful and could be farmed to feed and create a surplus so that other members of the community could specialize in things other than farming hence developing sciences and technologies giving the community a distinct advantage: “food production was indirectly a prerequisite for the development of guns, germs, and steel. ” (Diamond. 86)

Diamond moves on to show how European populations, scourged by bubonic plagues, smallpox and other germs were, as the progeny of disease resistant forebears, more genetically resistant to disease.. The conspicuous example was Pizarro’s conquest of the new world which were facilitated by the small pox virus which preceded them and decimated native populations. To show how germs themselves were indifferent he proceeds to show how Europeans attempting to colonize areas north of the tropic of Capricorn were ill prepared for tropical climates and the blight of malaria endemic to the area so, as they did in Europe, attempted to found their settlements close to rivers and other waterways infested by mosquitoes which are the vectors of the disease whereas native populations in the area settled in dryer area as a result of adaptation to the environment. (Diamond, 78)

With respect to guns, all too obvious cases of New Guinea and South Africa are presented to show how 19^th century colonial powers possessing smaller numbers, but automated machine guns could decimate entire armies armed only with rudimentary spears and shields. Diamond shows how in a most dramatic case; the Pizarro’s encounter with the emperor Atahuallpa, 168 Spanish troops were able to decimate 80,000 Inca soldiers and capture their emperor. (Diamond, 71-74).

Diamond concludes by making some prescriptive statements, and here’s where the book goes awry. Diamond laments history’s more “humanistic” face and wonders whether it might be best turned into a more scientific enterprise:

“…the histories of dinosaurs, nebulas, and glaciers are generally acknowledged to belong to fields of science rather than to the humanities. But introspection gives us far more insight into the ways of other humans than into those of dinosaurs. I am thus optimistic that historical studies of human societies can be pursued as scientifically as studies of dinosaurs—and with profit to our own society .” (p. 415)

Presumably, the scientific study he intends is one to show accidents of history, forces beyond our control effect geometrically, the progress or regress of human populations. If the purpose of his historical science is to show that human beings are often impotent in the face of a disinterested universe, it needn’t bother. Since the era of Greek tragedy, the inconsequential nature of human beings has been explored ad nauseum. The reason history is a humanistic pursuit is it attempts to present a narrative so that one might learn or put it to use in order to overcome the tyranny of a hostile or indifferent universe. The kinds of stories generated by a humanistic history are calls to action, whereas those of Diamond’s are tales of resignation and helplessness. Of course, no one should be suprised that the recent American vogue for science worship should penetrate every aspect of the academy, but its nihilistic implications should be met with antipathy if not outright hostility.

Of course the lie the American church of science tells is so seductive it’s not hard to see why science worship with its implicit claim to reduce all normative claims to descriptive ones should fit so nicely with a bland egalitarian ideal: “you too can be great, since greatness is just being in the right place at the right time, nothing is inherently better than anything else.”

Granting everything Diamond says as true doesn’t really amount to much. Yes, it’s true that guns, germs and steel all contributed to European superiority over the planet for the past two millennia. At the risk of sounding facetious: So what? Simply because the antecedents of an advantage are based on accident, in no way diminishes those advantages or the achievements, nor presents anything like a helpful or normative claim about what to do with them. The reason humanities do separate themselves from science is that they try to have something to say about the uniqueness of the human condition. That the west does enjoy such fortunes does nothing to tell us how to proceed to use those fortunes.

Much like Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers, the Diamond’s Guns Germs and Steel fame and success is a result of its function as a placebo, it basically amounts to the same banal statement: “If you want to be happy or successful, be born in the right place at the right time in the right circumstances.” It at once provides a comfort to those who have achieved little in life, but also intimates the false hope that all one needs is a little luck and hard work to achieve or progress. Of course, this belies the fact that the luck or circumstances are entirely absent in most people’s lives and that within all human populations there is further variation in aptitude between individuals. Diamond makes short shrift of variation between individuals towards the end of the book where he dismisses what he terms the “Great Man Theory”:

“Like cultural idiosyncrasies, individual idiosyncrasies throw wild cards into the course of history. They may make history inexplicable in terms of environmental forces, or indeed of any generalizable causes. For the purposes of this book, however, they are scarcely relevant, because even the most ardent proponent of the Great Man theory would find it difficult to interpret history’s broadest pattern in terms of a few Great Men. Perhaps Alexander the Great did nudge the course of western Eurasia’s already literate, food-producing, iron-equipped states, but he had nothing to do with the fact that western Eurasia already supported literate, food-producing, iron-equipped states at a time when Australia still supported only non-literate hunter-gatherer tribes lacking metal tools. Nevertheless, it remains an open question how wide and lasting the effects of idiosyncratic individuals on history really are. ” (p. 420)

In my more ambitious moments I do think myself quite extraordinary indeed, but I have never entertained the thought that what separates me from Mozart is “a little luck and hard work”; modesty, to say nothing of common sense would forbid. Further, it’s true, for instance, that Mozart did not invent a piano, a more efficient means of chopping trees, nor contribute to a temperate climate in 18^th century Vienna, but he did provide a new reason to play music.

To paraphrase Karl Marx: Jared Diamond has interpreted history in this way and that, but the point is to change it, and to this end, we have little to learn from Diamond. His entire enterprise is an exercise in the obvious, ‘nature is often arbitrary and intractable in the fortunes she bestows.’ The book can perhaps be recommended as a purely descriptive account with caution since, as mentioned, it leaves its reader with a distinct sense that variation amongst individuals is inconsequential to history.

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