Sunday, 26 November 2023

The Postman Always Rings Twice - James M Cain

THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE -
JAMES M CAIN

There's the film starring Jack Nicholson and Jessica Lange with the scene on the kitchen table and then there's the book by James M Cain on which the film is based. What might not be so well-known, however, is that the book was said by Albert Camus to have inspired his own book, The Stranger. You live and learn.
In regard to Cain's book, by page 9 the two main protagonists are at it with a 'Bite me! Bite me!' and well, I don't remember reading anything like that in The Stranger or indeed in anything Camus has written. And hang on a minute, when was this written? 1934? And there was me thinking (as Philip Larkin once put it) sexual intercourse didn't begin until 1963, between the end of the Chatterley ban and the Beatles' first LP.
By page 45, the cheating wife and her errant lover have murdered the husband and with a 'Rip me! Rip me!' and a 'Yes! Yes, Frank, yes!' they're at it again down in the dirt and dust next to the crashed car where the husband's body is, after staging the crash to make it look like an accident.


If The Postman Always Rings Twice was a competitor in a 100 meter sprint then before the starting gun had even been fired it would be half-way down the track ahead of all the others. In its immorality it certainly sets the pace and in terms of being no holds barred, for its time it's way ahead of its time. Of course, nowadays it's all pretty tame stuff but for its mix of sex and violence it comes as no surprise that it was banned in certain states in America.

The influence upon Camus is discernible in its depiction of immorality and the subsequent reckoning with the Law, though in The Outsider it's not so much for the crime that the main character is tried but for his general attitude toward the mores and values of society.
In its style of writing, The Postman Always Rings Twice is very straight to the point; very lean and very mean. There are shades of Dostoevsky's Crime And Punishment in there as well as Zola's Therese Raquin but it's all condensed into a much purer and much more easily read form. It's pulp fiction, essentially, but pulp fiction at its best.
John Serpico

Thursday, 16 November 2023

Gramsci - James Joll

GRAMSCI - JAMES JOLL

The importance of Antonio Gramsci cannot be overstated. It wasn't me who said that but Noam Chomsky, one of the greatest intellectuals of our modern era, and when such a man says such a thing about another person it's intellectually sensible to take note. Gramsci, I would argue, holds the key to understanding the world and how it's run but that's not to elevate him to any sort of guru status as that would be wholly missing the point and would negate the reasons for making such a suggestion. Gramsci is there if you're interested in such matters and he should be read as part of that general discourse, though on reading him it's akin to laying down the final piece of the jigsaw to complete the whole picture.

Gramsci's greatest doctrine was that of 'hegemony' that he used to explain how a particular social and economic system maintains its hold and retains its support and how a minority can impose its leadership and its values on a majority. Gramsci saw that the rule of one class over another does not solely depend on economic or physical power alone but rather on persuading the ruled to accept the system of beliefs of the ruling class and to share their social, cultural and moral values.
Echoing Chomsky's assessment, according to writer James Joll, Gramsci is one of the most interesting and important thinkers of the twentieth century and the most important European Communist theorist since Lenin. He's not wrong in this and so it's somewhat baffling how so few people have ever heard of Gramsci - but then again, maybe not so baffling when taking into account Gramsci's hegemony theory?


Joll's book, entitled simply 'Gramsci', is an interesting and very readable account of Gramsci's life and of his Prison Notebooks that Gramsci composed after being condemned to twenty years imprisonment by Mussolini. Not that Gramsci should be read, Joll points out, as any kind of guide to revolutionary methods or as a key to a successful revolution because Gramsci was more interested in the long-term process by which a revolution would come about than in what society would look like after a revolution. Moreover, Gramsci was concerned to reach a general understanding of the nature of historical, social and economic change, along with the role of the working class, the intellectual and the political party in it.

Apart from the importance of culture and its relation to politics, Gramsci's attention was also focused on the rise of Italian Fascism but then how could it not? Mussolini at the time was making inroads into the seizing of power although to Gramsci it was obvious that Fascism was the only remaining way at that time in which the capitalists could maintain their authority and preserve their economic system.
Herein lies the lessons from history.

Any political theory is only really relevant if it has a relevancy to the present-day world. Gramsci's doctrine of hegemony is blatantly relevant to modern-day Britain, for example, in regard to the culture wars that inform politics of all stripes but more profoundly it's in regard to who controls the mainstream and even indeed the independent media. Right-wing and conservative values are ubiquitous, insidiously seeping and oft times brutally bludgeoning their way into everyday life and becoming so much the norm that they are presented as being 'common sense'. 
Subsequently, conservative liberalism as practiced by the BBC can be cast as Left-wing bias and no-one bats an eyelid.  A centre-right Labour Party under the governance of Kier Starmer can be cast as Socialist when clearly it's no such thing. Judges, lawyers, chiefs of police and other pillars of the Establishment can be cast as 'woke' when not bending to the will of the Tory government. Political agendas, prejudice and propaganda can be cast as both 'news' and entertainment.

More disturbing, however, are Gramsci's thoughts on Italian Fascism and how his descriptions of it very much match the politics and characteristics of prominent elements within the British Conservative Party. 'The cold contemplation of the suffering of others', for example, is Conservative MP Suella Braverman's modus operandi to a tee.

Whether or not such a thing as hegemony is a good or a bad thing is a moot point. What matters is that hegemony is a very real thing. It exists, whether those living under it or indeed those enforcing or pursuing it are conscious of it themselves or not. To be aware of hegemony and to understand how it works can be eye-opening though that's not to say this can be of any actual, practical use. It can be the same thing - as Gramsci points out - as when politicos use revolutionary language without preparing for a revolution and without actually believing that a revolution is even possible.
Far more important is to be aware of Fascism - of what it is and what it entails - because to not be aware of it is to leave the door wide open for a population to sleepwalk into it, before waking up and finding itself under totalitarianism where those deemed to be inferior or problematic are being pointed to the gas chambers or whatever their modern-day equivalent might be. 
When it comes to such matters, the importance of Antonio Gramsci cannot be overstated.
John Serpico

Sunday, 5 November 2023

Utz - Bruce Chatwin

 UTZ - BRUCE CHATWIN

Another book that I went into blind, not having a clue what it was about before starting it. Sometimes, of course, that's the best way. Bought on a whim for something to read when my train was cancelled and I had to catch a bus which means Great Western Railway are to thank/blame for this. Utz, by Bruce Chatwin. Consisting of 154 pages, so a relatively short read. Short enough to be read on a bus journey, at least.


It turns out that Utz is actually the name of a person - Kaspar Utz, to give him his full name - who is a collector of porcelain figurines. His hobby has amassed him a spectacular collection that he has managed to keep safe from the ravages of the Second World War and the subsequent imposition of Stalinism upon former Czechoslovakia where he lives. It has, however, become the focal point of his life to the extent that it has come to define his life, or so it would seem. Utz is the proverbial hunter captured by the game.

Utz keeps his collection of over a thousand figurines crammed in a tiny two-room flat where he resides, a reflection and result of his antipathy towards such beautiful objects being housed in museums.
'An object in a museum case' according to Utz 'must suffer the de-natured existence of an animal in the zoo. In any museum the object dies of suffocation and the public gaze. The collector's enemy is the museum curator. Ideally, museums should be looted every fifty years, and their collections returned to circulation.' In addition, he surmises that 'wars, pogroms, and revolutions offer excellent opportunities for the collector.'

The book starts with Utz's funeral attended by the author who by this process plants himself at the centre of the story. The author has only met Utz on just one occasion in the past but such a fascinating character was Utz that he is the perfect subject for a book. He is also the perfect pivot on which to spin ideas and points of interest which is what Bruce Chatwin as the author does, and it is here that the book excels. 
Alchemy, identity, entomology, idolatry, iconoclasm, the legend of the golem and obscure figures from history; all these things are woven around the story of a man in Czechoslovakia who collects something so apparently innocuous as porcelain figurines. All told and channeled through a sense of humour not too dissimilar from the wit and comedic eloquence of Vivian Stanshall when reciting the story of Sir Henry At Rawlinson End.

Utz, as in the book, is brilliant and clever, and little wonder it was shortlisted for the 1988 Booker Prize. It didn't win - the prize that year being taken by Peter Carey for his book Oscar And Lucinda - but it probably should have done.
John Serpico