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The Narrative

Posted May 31, 2011 By John C Wright

Bill Whittle on ‘The Narrative’ and the lingering damage, now that the ideology that spawned it is (for all practical purposes) dead, caused by Critical Theory.

I post this here in reference to several conversations appearing in this space in recent times, most notably discussions of the doctrines of materialism (which is a doctrine of ontology) of hedonism (of ethics) and nihilism (of metaphysics).

The historical discussion begins after the third minute mark.

The features I note are similar between Critical Theory and materialism, hedonism, and nihilism are twofold:

First, there is only an attack mode, no defense mode. These are theories with no defensive features, that is, only the prosecution attacking their unidentified opponent philosophies are ever given voice.

No partisan of the position offers a defense, or, at least not so far, aside from merely restating what they hope to prove. No evidence is presented or proof given to show what materialism, hedonism or nihilism is the case: the only argument given, at least so far, is meant to show that arguments against materialism, hedonism, and nihilism contain assumptions the partisan is unwilling to grant. The whole argument consists of assuming the burden of proof is not on them.

Second, what they attack is never identified by name, and the attacks seem to have no connection with each other, albeit, obviously, that same arguments and the same people switch without hesitation from one to the other, with the hedonist uttering the agnostic epistemology of the nihilist, and the materialist implying (whether he knows it or not) a nihilist metaphysic that the universe is without meaning. And all agree that fornication is acceptable and licit because no one knows or has authority to say what is right and what is wrong; but all agree that saying women should get married and do housework is wrong in all circumstances whatsoever.

The peculiar unity of what seems three unrelated philosophy from thee unrelated barristers representing them is also seen in Critical Theory. The enemy they all seek to undermine is never explicitly identified: it is Western Civilization in general, Christianity in particular, and Catholicism in specific.

Hedonists and nihilists do not intend to build up anything once with ethical and metaphysical roots of civilization are uprooted, and materialists cannot build anything even if they intended.

None of these doctrines imposes additional or difficult ethical imperatives on man, or produces a simpler or useful model of the universe, or explains anything other models do not explain more clearly and without paradox; all of them wither, relax or abolish the classical virtues of moderation, fortitude, justice and prudence, or blaspheme the Christian virtues of faith, hope and charity, and replace it with the formless void that you all know as the leitmotif of our post-Christian post-philosophical civilization.

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Here below is the beginning of my favorite essay on JRR Tolkien. It is by the author Gene Wolfe, who is the finest writer in any genre currently gracing our planet, and he happens to have selected, and expanded, the genre called science fiction to work his arts. I was fascinated by his insight into Tolkien, not to mention into our Lower Earth of which Middle Earth is an elevated reflection.

Because this essay disappeared from the reaches of the Internet for a time, I wish to reprint the opening here, and post to link to where the balance still might be found.

The full essay is here. http://www.thenightland.co.uk/MYWEB/wolfemountains.html

The Best Introduction to the Mountains

by Gene Wolfe

 

There is one very real sense in which the Dark Ages were the brightest of times, and it is this: that they were times of defined and definite duties and freedoms. The king might rule badly, but everyone agreed as to what good rule was. Not only every earl and baron but every carl and churl knew what an ideal king would say and do. The peasant might behave badly; but the peasant did not expect praise for it, even his own praise. These assertions can be quibbled over endlessly, of course; there are always exceptional persons and exceptional circumstances. Nevertheless they represent a broad truth about Christianized barbarian society as a whole, and arguments that focus on exceptions provide a picture that is fundamentally false, even when the instances on which they are based are real and honestly presented. At a time when few others knew this, and very few others understood its implications, J. R. R. Tolkien both knew and understood, and was able to express that understanding in art, and in time in great art.

That, I believe, was what drew me to him so strongly when I first encountered The Lord of the Rings. As a child I had been taught a code of conduct: I was to be courteous and considerate, and most courteous and most considerate of those less strong than I — of girls and women, and of old people especially. Less educated men might hold inferior positions, but that did not mean that they themselves were inferior; they might be (and often would be) wiser, braver, and more honest than I was. They were entitled to respect, and were to be thanked when they befriended me, even in minor matters. Legitimate authority was to be obeyed without shirking and without question. Mere strength (the corrupt coercion Washington calls power and Chicago clout) was to be defied. It might be better to be a slave than to die, but it was better to die than to be a slave who acquiesced in his own slavery. Above all, I was to be honest with everyone. Debts were to be paid, and my word was to be as good as I could make it.

With that preparation I entered the Mills of Mordor, where courtesy is weakness, honesty is foolishness, and cruelty is entertainment.

I was living in a club for men, a place much like a YMCA. I was thoroughly wretched in half a dozen ways (much more so than I had ever been in college or the Army), but for the first time in my life I had enough money to subscribe to magazines and even buy books in hardcover. Planet Stories, Thrilling Wonder Stories, Weird Tales, and Famous Fantastic Mysteries — pulps I had read as a boy while hiding behind the candy counter in the Richmond Pharmacy — were gone; but Astounding Stories lingered as a digest-size magazine a bit less costly than most paperback books. There was also The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, put out by the same company that had published Curtains for the Copper and other Mercury Mysteries that my mother and I had devoured. I subscribed to both, and to any other magazines dealing with science fiction or fantasy that could locate.

Here I must do someone (quite likely the late Anthony Boucher) a grave injustice. I no longer recall who wrote the review I read in Fantasy & Science Fiction. It was a glowing review, and I would quote at length from it if I could. It convinced me then and there that I must read The Lord of the Rings. In those days (the middle 1950s, if you can conceive of a period so remote) the magazine offered books for sale — one might write enclosing a cheque, and receive the book one had ordered by mail. Accustomed as you are to ordering from Amazon.com, you will deride so primitive a system; but you have never been a friendless young man in a strange city far from home. Now that you have enjoyed yourself, please keep in mind that the big-box stores we are accustomed to did not exist. There was no cavernous Barnes & Noble stocking a thousand titles under Science Fiction and Fantasy, no two-tiered Borders rejoicing in a friendly coffee shop and a dozen helpful clerks. There were (if the city was large and one was lucky) one or two old-line book shops downtown; they carried bestsellers, classics like Anna Karenina, cookbooks, and books of local interest, with a smattering of other things, mostly humour and books about dogs. The city in which I was living also boasted a glorious used-book store, five floors and a cellar, in which one might find the most amazing things; but these things did not include science fiction or much fantasy — the few who were fortunate enough to own those books kept them. There may have been speciality shops already in New York; there very probably were. But if there were, they could not have specialized in fantasy or science fiction. Or in horror, for that matter. It was a surprise, a distinct departure from the usual publishing practices, whenever any such book appeared.

An example may make the reason clear. In 1939, August Derleth and Donald Wandrei had published twelve hundred copies of H. P. Lovecraft’s The Outsider and Others, at their own expense. Fanzines had publicized their effort widely and with enthusiasm; but selling those twelve hundred books, which cost three dollars and fifty cents before publication and five dollars after, took four years.

The copy of The Fellowship of the Ring that I received from Fantasy & Science Fiction lies on my desk as I write. It is, I suppose, the first American edition; it was issued in 1956 (the year in which I bought it) by the Houghton Mifflin Company of Boston. It is gold-stamped, and is bound in cloth the colour of slightly faded denim. Its elegant dust jacket vanished long ago, though I still recall it. Its back board holds a much-folded map of Middle-earth, sixteen inches on a side, showing among other places the Shire, the Lost Realm of Arnor, Mirkwood, the Brown Lands, Rohan, and Gondor. On its half-title there is now a quotation from Thoreau that I inscribed in blue ink many years ago. I give it because its presence on that slightly yellowed page should convey to you more of what this book meant to me in those days than anything that I might write in my little essay possibly could.

Our fabled shores none ever reach,
No mariner has found our beach,
Scarcely our mirage is seen,
And Neighbouring waves of floating green,
Yet still the oldest charts contain
Some dotted outline of our main.

You are not likely to believe me when I say that I still remember vividly, almost 50 years later, how strictly I disciplined myself with that book, forcing myself to read no more than a single chapter each evening. The catch, my out, the stratagem by which I escaped the bonds of my own law, was that I could read that chapter as many times as I wished; and that I could also return to the chapter I had read the night before, if I chose. There were evenings on which I reread the entire book up the point — The Council of Elrond, let us say — at which I had forced myself to stop.

Naturally I had sent for The Two Towers as soon as I could. Eventually it came, bound and typeset as beautifully as The Fellowship of the Ring, with the same map (I confess that I had hoped for something new) in its back. Just as I inscribed that quotation from Thoreau in Fellowship, I put one from Conrad Aiken on the half-title page of Two Towers:

There was an island in the sea
That out of immortal chaos reared
Towers of topaz, trees of pearl
For maidens adored and warriors feared.

Long ago it sunk in the sea;
And now, a thousand fathoms deep,
Sea worms above it whirl their lamps,
Crabs on the pale mosaic creep.

By the time I received Two Towers, I had learned my lesson — I ordered The Return of the King at once. That, too, is on my desk. With one other thing, its back holds a delightfully detailed map of Rohan, Gondor, and Mordor. The quotation I inscribed on its half-title is from Robert E. Howard. You have my leave to quarrel with me, but I think it the finest of the three, indeed one of the finest things have ever read.

Into the west, unknown of man,
Ships have sailed since the world began.
Read, if you dare, what Skelos wrote,
With dead hands fumbling his silken coat;
And follow the ships through the wind-blown wrack–
Follow the ships that come not back.

If you remember the end of this last volume, how Frodo rides to the Grey Havens in the long Firth of Lune and boards the white ship, never to be seen again in Middle-earth, you will understand why I chose that particular quotation and why I treasure it (and the book which holds it) even today. But there is one thing more.

You see, ten years later I wrote J. R. R. Tolkien a fan letter.

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The full essay is here. http://www.thenightland.co.uk/MYWEB/wolfemountains.html

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Remember Memorial Day

Posted May 30, 2011 By John C Wright
1.
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
2.
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassion’d stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness.
America! America!
God mend thine ev’ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law.
3.
O beautiful for heroes prov’d
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life.
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev’ry gain divine.
4.
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears.
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea.

We sang this song at Mass on Sunday. I had never heard the whole thing sung aloud in public before. To my chagrin, I realize that I never knew the words the second, third, or fourth verses.

I never realized, for example, that this patriotic hymn held praise for self control in the second verse. It is not a virtue often mentioned in modern America.

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Dialogue with a Hedonist

Posted May 29, 2011 By John C Wright

Part of an ongoing conversation.

I have been accused recently in this space of exaggerating the claims I make about the mental, moral and philosophical condition of the modern world, or the extremity of the emptiness.

As if perfectly to show how no exaggeration was made, now appears in my comments boxes comments that so perfectly follow, without deviation, the orthodoxy of the nihilist that I fear I might be accused of inventing them for my own purposes.

But, not so: the comments given below are unsolicited and written by hands other than mine, and, it is assumed, sincerely made by those who submit them for their value as true statements.

Here is a snip of recent dialog with first commenter, who rejoices in the somewhat Cucurbitaceaen name of Watermelonyo

I wrote:

“… there are addictions and sins and humiliations which produce much false and transient pleasure without occluding the health, but which are nonetheless self evidently moral wrongs.”

He replies:

It is far from self-evident to me that any pleasurable activities that do not occlude the health are morally wrong. This is what you must demonstrate for your argument to carry any weight. Declaring it self-evident doesn’t help you.

Let me in this place write a reply. The other points the writer raises must be answered at another time: this one, by itself, is so outrageous, and yet so easy to disprove and dismiss, as to merit taking some length to answer.

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Sequel of Gor

Posted May 27, 2011 By John C Wright

I am ashamed to admit, and also amused at my own expense, that I read John Norman’s Gor books when I was young.

To be truthful, I actually thought the first six books or so were perfectly fine Burroughs-style sword and planet  romance when I read them as a youth. At the moment when Ballentine dropped him and Daw picked him up, I assume the author got obsessed with his message and stopped trying to spin a yarn. But I was too young, or too undiscriminating, or too perverted in my early teen geekhood to notice what was really going on in those books, or perhaps I did know but I did not have the mental or moral vocabulary needed to disapprove of them, or the character.

After the seventh book or so, the quality diminished sharply, the writing became ever more mechanistic, and the action and adventure took a backseat to the sex fantasy, and then was dropped entirely. The same stubborn and misguided loyalty that made me read each and every sequel and prequel to Sherri S Tippers TRUE GAME  trilogy that came out, or each and every trilogy or subseries in the tales of the Michael Moorcock’s Eternal Champion did not serve me well in this case. Yes, I sought out and read every single stinking wretched hollow-eyed and soulless sequel to what once had promised to be a perfectly serviceable Sword and Planet yarn. Woe is me. I would not wish this upon my foes. I read all the way from the HUNTERS OF GOR to WITNESS OF GOR, and I cannot tell you what pain it causes me to realize that I have spend some of my limited supply of brain cells to memorize the names of those books.

Would I actually recommend the first three to six book? Reluctantly, I would. Let us give credit where credit is due. As Sword and Planet Romances go, John Norman’s conceit is as good or better than, not to pick on anyone, Michael Moorcock’s Burrough’s pastiche WARRIORS OF MARS and BLADES OF MARS. Norman could write an exciting fight scene, and knew how to keep the action moving.

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The Vinegar Decision!

Posted May 27, 2011 By John C Wright

Well, I have given serious thought to the question of how forceful, aggressive, sarcastic and rude to be in my writings here on my journal. After pondering the matter soberly with my brain, I came to the conclusion that I was not only right in every nuance and aspect of the question, I was the greatest thing on Earth since sliced bread, so there was no need to change a thing.

Being somewhat suspicious of that result, I decided to check my results scientifically, bent the knee, said a prayer, and communed with the Higher Powers.

The Higher Powers said, “But I say unto you, That whosoever is angry with his brother without a cause shall be in danger of the judgment: and whosoever shall say to his brother, Raca, shall be in danger of the council: but whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire.”

Hm. That was a little unexpected.

Maybe the Higher Powers had made a mistake, or confused my case with a similar case, perhaps mistaking me for science fiction writer John Scalzi? So I bent the knee again, and told Heaven that I was the author of THE GOLDEN AGE, not OLD MAN’S WAR. Two entirely different people. “Your last message may have been garbled, Lord: I am the guy who is the greatest thing since sliced bread, remember? My brain told me so. You are supposed to confirm my feel-goodness about how great I am, right?”

I was on hold for about twenty minutes, and got an answer back: “A soft answer turneth away wrath; But a grievous word stirreth up anger.”

Now, at this point, I was beginning to get nervous. All my atheist friends assure me that religion is nothing but self-delusion and wish-fulfillment. Well, I did not seem to be getting my wishes fulfilled.

After all, my brain could not be wrong, could it? I spend so much time tinkering with it and polishing it, so it hums like a top in overdrive. I am very proud of my brain.

So obviously I was approaching this the wrong way. After all, I was not a Protestant, so I did not have to talk to the Highmost of the High Powers. Maybe if I got the intercession of a saint, things would go more my way, eh?

First, Justin Martyr, patron saint of philosophers, my hero and my namesake:

“We pray for you and all other men who hate us, so that you may repent along with us and not blaspheme the One who by his works, by the mighty deeds done through his name, by the words he taught, by the prophecies announced concerning him, is the blameless and irreproachable-in-all-things Christ Jesus. We pray that, believing on him, you may be saved in his second glorious coming and may not be condemned to fire by him.” (Dialogue with Trypho 35)

Hm. That did not sound much like him saying it was OK for me to condemn people. But he is a philosopher, so perhaps he was speaking in some obscure and technical language. I tried again with Saint Ignatius of Antioch:

“Let us, then, be imitators of the Lord in meekness…” (Letter to the Ephesians 8. )

Looks like the saints were not coming out exactly on my side either with this.

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Conservative-X

Posted May 26, 2011 By John C Wright

Here is an article I read with much interest from Mark Shea.  I reprint the opening few paragraphs below. Read the whole thing here.

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[Joe Carter] has been one of the few voices in the conservative movement to speak out of actual conservative values and not out of the Consequentialism that dominates the Thing that Used to Be Conservatism. So I was interested in his description of “X-Cons“, the rising generation of conservatives (so-called) who have been coming of age in the past decade. I think his description is accurate, rather depressing, and a further proof that Chesterton is right when he says that each revolutionary movement is a reaction to the last revolution–and that it typically knows what is wrong but not what is right. I appreciate Carter’s clear-eyed analysis and suspect that he, like me, is not altogether thrilled that this is the desperate pass in which the Thing that Used to be Conservatism now finds itself. To wit:

• X-Cons do not have a broad grasp of history. If we have an interest in history, we are likely to have a read a few books which we hold in high esteem and consider authoritative (Paul Johnson’s Modern Times is among our favorites). At best, we may have done in-depth study on a particular historical era (the American founding, the Civil War, World War II) but we lack a deep understanding of general history. We have almost no comprehension of the intellectual history of conservatism.

• Talk radio has had a profound influence in shaping our political sensibilities. Just as William F. Buckley, Jr. provided the cast for conservatism in the 1950s, Rush Limbaugh shaped the conservatism of X-Cons in the 1980s and 1990s. Limbaugh provided not only the content but the style in which we conservatives would engage in political discourse: assured, confrontational, snarky. Talk radio taught us X-Cons to appreciate confirmation of our political views. Arguments needn’t be persuasive when you are certain not only that we are right and our opponents are wrong, but also that we are right and they are wrong-headed.

Think about these two paragraphs together. X-Cons know little about history and their deepest influence is disk jockeys, who “taught us X-Cons to appreciate confirmation of our political views.” The perfectly reasonable thing to ask in light of this crushing diagnosis is, “What, precisely, is being conserved by such a ‘conservatism’?” A conservatism that knows nothing of engagement with ideas outside the Talk Radio Noise Machine (including engagement with ideas from its own intellectual history) and which has learned, as it’s primary lesson, “to appreciate confirmation of our political views” is a conservatism that is intellectually barren and open to manipulation by demagogues who flatter its adherents and teach them to remain safe in the echo chamber.

• With confirmation came a sense of (virtual) community and a realization that a Ph.D in Political Science wasn’t required in order to express a valid opinion on politics. Imbued with a sense of confidence from a young age, we X-Cons grew comfortable expressing ourselves in a conversational style that imitated our talk radio mentors. Blogging was (and remains) a natural outlet for our mode of expression.

While it is true that one does not need a Ph.D. in Poli Sci to participate in the political process (a very Chestertonian sentiment), the notion that that the Buzz Lightyear Principle (“I’m Buzz Lightyear! I’m *always* sure!”) is a foundational conservative principle is dubious and founded, not on conservative thought (which is typically circumspect about Youthful Confidence vs. Seasoned Wisdom), but on contemporary therapeutic culture where the Highest Good is that we Feel Comfortable About Ourselves, not that we know what we are talking about. That this, again, traces its roots back to the fact that somebody like Glenn Beck has the gift of the gab and teaches our kids to be Just Like Him, does not inspire confidence that anything like what Burke or Kirk or Buckley called “conservative” is informing this phenomenon since, again, what is being conserved is not even mentioned.

• Having grown-up either in a broken home or surrounded by friends who did, we X-Cons recognize the value of traditional family structures. We may not always be successful in building permanent relationships ourselves, but we value the bonds of family more than the previous generation.

• Our pro-life convictions stem from knowing that we could have been legally killed in womb—and recognizing that we are missing brothers, sisters, and cousins because of abortion.

These two paragraphs point to the highly Chestertonian and paradoxical roots of present day Youth Conservatism: namely, that it is profoundly a reaction to Death Cult Liberalism and its Moloch Worship. Refugees from the social devastation wrought by Generation Narcissus and its perpetual self-congratulatory destruction of the family recognize that social conservatism and, in particular, religious conservatism and its celebration of stable, healthy families are a much friendlier and more supportive culture for their own dreams of a family than is the “do whatever feels right” culture that Generation Narcissus did so much to create and promote. In short, there is an immense amount of pain and suffering at the roots of X-Conservatism caused by my generation’s profoundly destructive selfishness and a deep longing for a stable family life feeds X-Conservatism. Here, above all, is a place where X-conservatism has a real point of contact with the Catholic faith, which likewise prizes the family as a huge and important natural good–and which roots the family in the revelation of the Triune God as His image and likeness. Here is the real beating human heart of X-Conservatism and the thing every Catholic should love about it and try to encourage above all.

• Irony is one of the most pervasive traits in Gen X culture. Not surprisingly, this has affected the outlook of X-Cons. For example, we tend to be ambivalent about heroes. While we have an intuitive understanding of the need for virtue and heroism, we are too realistic, and perhaps cynical, to place complete trust in politicians or statesmen. We prefer to champion ideas and principles over reliance on very real, very fallible leaders.

This is one of the more tragic aspects of X-Conservatism, in that irony and sarcasm are forms of humor that are native to the wounded, powerless and those with waning or no hope.

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Part of an ongoing conversation:

Joe Cools writes and says he has a second-wave feminist friend who is open to the ideas of chastity. But he could not show her words like mine “The sacred view of sex is sane, for sanctity is sanity, which is to say, it reflects reality: any deviation from that is insane,” because to call her insane will halt the argument. He says I speak too forcefully (and rudely) to be persuasive.

He makes a good point. Let me mention a point on the other hand.

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Too Much Vinegar?

Posted May 24, 2011 By John C Wright

Joe Cool writes

As much fun as it is to read the fuming and thunder, I really can’t imagine these last couple of posts actually convincing anyone who doesn’t already agree with the premise. What was the tone of the argument that, as an atheist, convinced you of the merits of virtue and chastity? Was it the thundering denouncements of the evil of fornication? Or was it something a bit calmer and more heartfelt? I wonder, if you were stranded on a desert island with a cad or a harlot, and as such must put up with this person for the foreseeable future, how you would convince him of the merits of your position, without convincing him that you’re also a judgmental blow hard? (Not that I’m saying you are; merely that you might come off like that to someone not predisposed to agree with you.)

Yes, I have read your Apologia Pro Opere Sui, and would swear by it, were that not blasphemous. I just have a hard time recommending it to the unenlightened, because it’s so difficult to make it through the dense legalese.

So I wonder what the purpose of your last two posts has been. Is it just to let out some steam, and entertain us all with the rhetoric in the process? If so, mission accomplished.

My comment: Your comment is well said and well taken. It is hard for a man to judge his own words, so I cannot tell when I am coming across with too much vinegar and when not.

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Disloyalty to the Void

Posted May 24, 2011 By John C Wright

Here is an article, brought to my attention by Nate Winchester, entitled ‘The Sex Risks for Women that No One Likes to Talk About.’

http://www.hookingupsmart.com/2010/01/29/hookinguprealities/the-sex-risk-for-women-that-no-one-likes-to-talk-about/

The article, in brief, tells of a letter to the advice column of the Boston Globe, where a young lover, whom we shall call only “Conflicted” in typical modern fashion, is considering cohabitating with a female.

He describes the relationship “normal, healthy, and mutually respectful” that made them both “happy.”

He never once uses the word LOVE to describe the woman he says he could have easily seen himself marrying. However, he discovers that his lover had 35 or so paramours during her college days.

He has, needless to say, the typical reaction of a sane male, which is revulsion. However, typical of the modern mind, he has no words, and no moral vocabulary whereby to express his outrage at the betrayal. Like the subjects of Big Brother in Airstrip One, he cannot express in Newspeak the thought involved.

Instead of outrage, he is alarmed at his own reaction. He is weirded out, and regards her as ‘damage goods’ (a ghastly phrase). He’d like to go back to the way things were, and to feel for her the (unnamed) emotion once he felt. So he turns for advice to the Boston Globe.

The Globe, in its globular wisdom, writes the following. I dare not summarize this, for fear that some nuance of the moral insanity might be lost:

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The Argument of Antimonogamy

Posted May 23, 2011 By John C Wright

The sacred view of sex is sane, for sanctity is sanity, which is to say, it reflects reality: any deviation from that is insane, but the insanity takes any number of forms. In much the same way, there is only one way for one to stand upright, but any number of directions in which one can fall.

The Christian view is that man is made in the image of God, hence human life is sacred. The reproduction of human life is sacred, and the sexual joy in which this is done is sacred. Because it is sacred, it is not to be shared or treated lightly, but solemnly, with joy, with happiness, with delight, for sexual joy is a divine joy, a gift of the Creator and a participation in a act of creation. In the same way we do not share the sacred host of the Eucharist with passing strangers, heathens, or scornful enemies, or feed it to dogs and swine, Christians do not share their wives and daughters with the unclean world, or with the gutter.

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Congrats to the Nebula Winners!

Posted May 22, 2011 By John C Wright

The 2011 Nebula Award Winners are:

Winning Novel: Blackout/All Clear by Connie Willis (Spectra)

Also Nominated:
The Native Star by M.K. Hobson (Spectra)
The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by N.K. Jemisin (Orbit UK; Orbit US)
Shades of Milk and Honey by Mary Robinette Kowal (Tor)
Echo by Jack McDevitt (Ace)
Who Fears Death by Nnedi Okorafor (DAW)

Winning Novella: “The Lady Who Plucked Red Flowers Beneath the Queen’s Window” by Rachel Swirsky (Subterranean Summer ’10)

Also Nominated:
The Alchemist by Paolo Bacigalupi (Audible; Subterranean)
“Iron Shoes” by J. Kathleen Cheney (Alembical 2)
The Lifecycle of Software Objects by Ted Chiang (Subterranean)
“The Sultan of the Clouds” by Geoffrey A. Landis (Asimov’s 9/10)
“Ghosts Doing the Orange Dance” by Paul Park (F&SF 1-2/10)

Winning Novelette: “That Leviathan Whom Thou Hast Made” by Eric James Stone (Analog 9/10)

Also Nominated:
“Map of Seventeen” by Christopher Barzak (The Beastly Bride)
“The Jaguar House by in Shadow” by Aliette de Bodard (Asimov’s 7/10)
“The Fortuitous Meeting of Gerard van Oost and Oludara” by Christopher Kastensmidt (Realms of Fantasy 4/10)
“Plus or Minus” by James Patrick Kelly (Asimov’s 12/10)
“Pishaach” by Shweta Narayan (The Beastly Bride)
“Stone Wall Truth” by Caroline M. Yoachim (Asimov’s 2/10)

Winning Short Story (tie): “Ponies” by Kij Johnson (Tor.com 1/17/10) and “How Interesting: A Tiny Man” by Harlan Ellison (Realms of Fantasy 2/10)

Also Nominated:
“Arvies” by Adam-Troy Castro (Lightspeed 8/10)
“I’m Alive, I Love You, I’ll See You in Reno” by Vylar Kaftan (Lightspeed 6/10)
“The Green Book” by Amal El-Mohtar (Apex 11/1/10)
“Ghosts of New York” by Jennifer Pelland (Dark Faith)
“Conditional Love” by Felicity Shoulders (Asimov’s 1/10)


Ray Bradbury Award: Inception

Also Nominated:
Despicable Me
Doctor Who:
“Vincent and the Doctor”
How to Train Your Dragon
Scott Pilgrim vs. the World
Toy Story 3

Andre Norton Award: I Shall Wear Midnight by Terry Pratchett (Gollancz; Harper)

Also Nominated:
Ship Breaker by Paolo Bacigalupi (Little, Brown)
White Cat by Holly Black (McElderry)
Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins (Scholastic Press; Scholastic UK)
Hereville: How Mirka Got Her Sword by Barry Deutsch (Amulet)
The Boy from Ilysies by Pearl North (Tor Teen)
A Conspiracy of Kings by Megan Whalen Turner (Greenwillow)
Behemoth by Scott Westerfeld (Simon Pulse; Simon & Schuster UK)

The Nebula Awards are voted on, and presented by, active members of SFWA. The awards were announced at the Nebula Awards Banquet held at the Washington Hilton Hotel the evening of May 21st.

“As president of SFWA, I congratulate each of our award recipients tonight. Their work represents the best in the field of science fiction and fantasy, and is proof the ‘literature of ideas’ continues to be a fresh and vital wellspring of imagination.” ~ John Scalzi

http://www.sfwa.org/2011/05/nebula-award-winners-announced/

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The Enlightenment of the Benighted

Posted May 22, 2011 By John C Wright

I came across this article in my draft file, but I do not recall if I ever posted it. If I have, this is a re-post.

There is a pattern in leftist thinking I have seen often enough to disturb me, but not often enough to declare it by any means universal.

They act like dumb people who desperately want to be thought bright; they act like immoral people looking for some easy way to clothe themselves in the mantle of morality, but not a morality that makes any demands or imposes any duties.

One way a dumb person makes himself look smart, is by talking about pseudo-science as if it were real science: hence they read Rachel Carson and Paul Erlich and Margaret Mead, notorious frauds, and consider it scientific to conclude that banning DDT preserves birds. Either they do not know about or do not care about deaths from malaria in Africa. They consider it scientific to conclude that the world will enter a period of mass starvation and death by 1980, with England and India perishing. That this date passed twenty years ago with no sign of the Malthusian chaos makes no dent in their credulity. Indeed, respectable arguments can be made that the West suffers from underpopulation: Europe is not reproducing at replacement rates.

They consider it scientific to conclude that gender roles are not based in biology, and that only social artifice ties sexual reproduction (the sex act) to sexual reproduction (the reproductive act). This a conclusion so absurd that it cannot be uttered in English without a paradox.

They consider studies showing a link between high gun ownership rates and low crime rates to be heresy; scientific findings on the difference between male and female neural chemistry and psychology to be anathema; scientific studies suggesting a minor difference in the average IQ test scores between the races to be too abominable to bear discussion in public.

At the same time, this same confidence in pseudo-science tells us that Darwinian evolution can explain the moral nature of mankind, that altruism is a matter of selfish genes in an uncle protecting a percentage of like genes in a nephew. We are also told that aborting one`s own children is moral. Two propositions cannot be more clearly in direct logical contradiction: abortion must have a negative effect in the Darwinian statistics related to passing one`s traits on to the next generation, except in the limited case that overpopulation results in more deaths of one`s offspring than the proposed abortions.

None of them are `scientific` enough to draw the obvious conclusion that, if Darwinism is the sole justification for morality, then abortion and gay marriage are immoral, being sterile; whereas any socially-imposed sexual rules that urge or force women to have as many children as possible are amply justified, such as chastity, disenfranchisement, polygamy, concubinage, anything. By this logic, lobotomizing women, if it increased the numbers in the next generation would be justified; likewise educating women, if it increased the number in the next generation would be justified, but only if it increased numbers, not as a good in and of itself.

Please note, those of you who have actually read Darwin (something I find as rare as people who have actually read the holding in Roe v. Wade) that Darwin says nothing of the kind. He speaks of inheritable characteristics being passed to the next generation in greater numbers in situations where variations in the breed have, for whatever reason, found a better adaptation to the circumstances: his significant claim is that breeds differentiate into species by this means, hence the name of his work, ORIGIN OF SPECIES.

That morality is an inheritable characteristic is a speculation, and even if true, it would seem to be a rarefied inheritance. The moral natures of great leaders, even of Philosopher-Kings, are not always passed to sons; just ask Marcus Aurelius. Or a preacher s kid. We would have to be discussing a mere tendency, which in some cases a man`s virtue can overturn, in which case, we are merely discussing the different strengths of certain temptations universal to the human`species; whereupon Darwinian selection becomes, not the fountainhead of moral reasoning, but of the very things reason tells us are immoral.

Beside, if moral natures were inherited properties, then the sons of thieves would be thievish, the sons of greedy men would be greedy, the lusty sons of polygamists would be polygamists, and so on. What was true for families would be true for tribes and races: every racist stereotype would be, if not confirmed, then at least the subject of legitimate scientific study. Can you imagine any Leftist approving a scientific study to identify the genes that made Blacks thievish, Jews greedy, or Turk lusty? Would anyone, Left or Right, pretend such an idea is scientific? One cannot even write the sentence without provoking howls of outrage. Yet the Outraged do not realize that the outrage is not directed against those who believe man`s moral character is his own responsibility; it is directed against those who believe this pseudo-Darwinian argle-bargle trying to explain morals as instinctive animalistic behaviors.

Bright people who are actually bright exhibit two characteristics: their thoughts are unconventional, and they react with curiosity to ideas that offer legitimate challenge to their own. Dim people who are pretending to be bright impersonate the behavior without understanding it. Instead of being unconventional, they adopt a pre-written script of the shopworn fashionable ideas, which they praise for being a bold and controversial challenge to the dullness of Bourgeoisie parochialism and hypocrisy. That this is itself hypocrisy of the most transparent stripe escapes their notice.

They cannot and do not even express their ideas in a new way, but must use the same tired slogans and catch-phrases, and, above all, the same maddening Orwellian euphemisms; so much so that this behavior has become a commonplace, and been given its own name, Political Correctness. Political Correctness has many rules, but just one theme: one must never identify the object of speech. The best example of this is the names the left select for themselves, which they must pick with a particular ear toward hypocrisy.

`Liberal` literally mean one who favors human freedom, such as, for example, the right to bear arms, the ability to select a toilet bowl of a proper size, the ability to hire and fire such workers as please you, the ability to select a school and a schooling for your child, the ability to speak on campus without fear of language police, and so on.

`Liberal` literally mean one who favors human freedom, such as, for example, the right to bear arms, the ability to select a toilet bowl of a proper size, the ability to hire and fire such workers as please you, the ability to select a school and a schooling for your child, the ability to speak on campus without fear of language police, and so on.

`Liberal` literally mean one who favors human freedom, such as, for example, the right to bear arms, the ability to select a toilet bowl of a proper size, the ability to hire and fire such workers as please you, the ability to select a school and a schooling for your child, the ability to speak on campus without fear of language police, and so on.

`Progressive` literally means one who favors human progress, such things as anti-slavery, and the growth of the sciences, useful arts, and industries. Progress means capitalism, a word which itself was invented as a slur against liberty to buy and sell.

`Democrat` means one who favors democracy, such as who would allow the nation to vote on the question of abortion, rather than have it be decided for us by unelected Justices, or who would abide by the outcome of election results without arguing about dangling chads.

`Egalitarian` means one who believes in the equality of man, not a rule by a self-appointed, self-anointed elite.

Even to use the term `Leftist` as I have done here, is mildly inaccurate: the idea of the Left-Right spectrum is a socialist idea, premised on the notion that the Left favors the dictatorship of the proletarians, destroying the free market in the name of the World Revolution and the Right favors the dictatorship of the Throne and Altar, or a military dictatorship, destroying the free market in the name of National Supremacy. Nowhere in the spectrum is there a place for someone who favors equal and neutral laws for both rich and poor, a free market, and no dictatorship of any kind.

The second characteristic, that of welcoming debate and dissent … well, I cannot even finish this sentence. The facts speak for themselves. I have yet to debate a single one of them, a single one, who did not use personal attacks instead of addressing the issue. No matter how the argument is presented, no matter what facts are brought to the fore, the only response I get is inarticulate outpourings telling me what a stupid, evil, crazy, bad man I am. I have been called a fascist and a racist, for no other reason than I do not think the laws should discriminate on the basis of race, and that the government must step aside and not interfere in an inviolate private sphere of human life. But, not to worry, the words `fascist` and `racist` no longer mean anything but `one who is winning an argument with a Leftist.`

As with intelligence, so with morals: they seek the most cost-effective way to wrap themselves in a mantle of moral superiority, so they can look down on the rest of us, without actually undertaking the turmoil of moral calculation, the difficulty of being just, the weight of shouldering difficult moral obligations. Here is where Freud come to the rescue: the modern notion of moral reasoning is the opposite of the norm, which said that self-command and habits of virtue were need to hold man`s natural evil impulses in check. Freudians (who know as little of Freud as Darwinists know of Darwin. Freud s writings, at least what few I ve read, make claims far less dramatic than what is ascribed to his name) reversed this, claiming all natural impulses by definition good, and all exercise of shame and self-command bad, a repression that lead to mental disease. Following this, the new morality was invented which consists of nothing more than repudiating morality as old-fashioned, repressive, racist, sexist, double-plus ungood: all word-noises of no particular meaning. Anyone who cannot live up to a high standard, but who strives to nonetheless is dismissed as a hypocrite. Only those with no standards escape this condemnation. Hence, to be authentic, means to give into one`s impulses without forethought or concern for consequences; it means to be rude, to prey on gullible women, or, if your taste runs in that direction, gullible boys.

Whatever is done is ascribed to the flaws of society. The guilty are pardoned, protected, and released (I will only mention the example of Willie Horton in passing) and the victims who suffer real harm, as at the hands of violence criminals, do not appear anywhere in the Leftist moral calculation: they are unpersons. The Left do not hate them, as much as drift without awareness that actions have consequences, and that releasing violent criminals into society increases violent crime. The innocent, when they are not ignored, are condemned (I will mention the victims of 9/11 condemned as `little Eichmanns` by Ward Churchill, or Michael Moore`s ghoulish comment wishing the deaths had been visited on Bush voters).

Those who are not victims except in an imaginary sense receive the full protection of the Leftist moral outrage. Muslims, for example, are protected to the extent that even when they go through the pantomime of preparing another high-jacking, their claim to be the victims of anti-Arab racism is treated with grave respect. But when? They have not been the subject of any discriminatory laws banning them from public restrooms, voting, or sitting in the front of the bus, to my knowledge. Even the miscegenation laws once on the books in Maryland and Virginia (Yes, I looked them up) do not mention Arabs as being on the prohibited list. We are not talking about what blacks or even Jews suffered in this country`s history. Those of you who remember the heady days after 9/11 might recall how the newspapers were filled to the brim with furrowed brows fretting over hate crimes and backlashes, and the crime rate against Arabs in the country instead was dropping. When I brought this up in a conversation, the sweet young Leftist with whom I spoke earnestly (they are so very earnest, when they are young) told me the facts did not matter, only the perception. I pointed out the perception, or, to call it by its right name, hysteria, was entirely a fiction produced by an irresponsible press.

The reason, friends, why the Left reacts with such blinding malice when challenged, is, of course, deep down they know they are putting on an act. They are no more qualified to teach, to lecture, to preach, to pontificate, than a Jerry Lewis character who stumbles into a lectern by mistake. They are not qualified to hold an intellectually serious conversation, because the core of their world is based on a presumption of intellectual superiority: a profoundly unserious pose. They know its fragility, and hence the vehemence of their reactions.

 

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Damon Knight and Mundane SF

Posted May 21, 2011 By John C Wright

By coincidence, I had just been commenting about Damon Knight myself: I am a bit disgruntled with the fellow because of his somewhat condescending and unpleasant opposition to the favorite space opera author of my childhood, A.E. van Vogt.

I was chided for being too harsh when (too me) my comment seemed mild and not at all disrespectful to Mr. Knight. I was told that one ought not to speak ill of he dead: I admit I had no idea ya’ll Yankees were as delicate and precise in your sense of honor as we thin-skinned Southern Gentlemen, or that Mr. Knight was beyond even mild rebuke.

I admit I would perhaps have been harsher had I read this essay by Jordan S. Bassior, which I fully recommend.

http://fantasticworlds-jordan179.blogspot.com/2011/05/damon-knight-and-conceptual-ancestry-of.html

[The] Mundane movement, far from being rooted in “hard science,” operates by ignoring those aspects of “hard science” which would render the limitations they propose on the human future to be silly, short-sighted and absurdly parochial in a vast Universe.

Recently, I discovered a forty-year old article, “Goodbye, Henry J. Kostkos, Goodbye,” by Damon Knight  (1922-2002), in Clarion II (1972), which demonstrated even older roots to this attitude, way back in the American branch of the late New Wave.  Knight shows in this essay both a greater grasp of science than the modern Mundanes (though he makes a major error in his understanding of cultural evolution) but also more nakedly displays the hatred of humanity which lies at the core of the Mundaniacs, and for this reason the article is highly interesting.

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The Rapture is Tomorrow

Posted May 20, 2011 By John C Wright

Okay. If you are actually worried about it, go to confession.

The Church will remain open for business.

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