July 2008 Archives

I've been waiting for Q&A to post a transcript of the Chris Hedges interview on Sunday night. But it's been two days already. Nada. So click the link and watch the video. It's stunning. [Aug. 12 — Finally, the posted transcript.]

The reason for the interview is publication of his latest book, "Collateral Damage: America's War Against Iraqi Civilians," but he talks about many other subjects as well with the kind of moral insight rarely heard on television.

Hedges laments the decline of the mainstream press, points out that elite TV journalists (the late sainted Tim Russert not excepted) are mere courtiers to the political establishment, and speaks of the reason for his departure from The New York Times.

He describes our democratic system as corrupted ("We live in a corporate state." [It's] "a coup d'état in slow motion.") and the election campaign as deeply flawed ("You can't run for president of this country unless you allow yourself to become a commercialized product.").

Asked whom he'll vote for, he says, "I'm going to vote for Nader. Part of it is a moral issue. I can't vote for anybody who doesn't call for an immediate end to the war in Iraq."

What makes the interview so striking is not that Hedges's beliefs are unique. Many others have expressed them -- Gore Vidal, for one, and perhaps with greater brilliance. It is his willingness to act on those beliefs at no little cost that makes Hedges are rare one.

(Crossposted at HuffPo)

See this.

Postscript: July 30 -- The Gasbag Express, aka the Low-Road Express? Of course. As today's NYT editorial notes, "...it is hard to imagine a worse role model than the one Mr. McCain seems to be adopting: President Bush." (Objection: seems?) Which brings our Calvin Trillin out of the Straight Up woodwork.

BUSH'S PRESIDENTIAL PRAYER

Hear me, O Father, in my need,
I am universally cursed;
Fix the election, make McCain succeed
So I'll no longer be reckoned the worst.

-- Leon Freilich

(The S/U staff apologizes deeply for referring to the BananaRepublic's lameduck Bullshitter-in-Chief by name.)

Two of my favorite passages in Naked Lunch are "Dr. Benway Operates" and "The Man Who Taught His Asshole to Talk." But my favorite description of the book comes from William S. Burroughs's explanation of the title.

"The title" -- which Burroughs credited to Jack Kerouac -- "means exactly what the words say: naked lunch, a frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork."

Of course, not everyone did, including the Paris-based publisher Maurice Girodias, who rejected the manuscript at first. But he changed his mind and brought out the original Olympia Press edition after hearing that excerpts published in a Chicago literary magazine had been declared obscene by American postal officials.

"This, he knew, would make publication of Naked Lunch in the United States impossible," Burroughs biographer Ted Morgan writes in Literary Outlaw, and "publishing suppressed books was his speciality."

Actually, the Girodias specialty was "dirty books" suppressed or otherwise, which appeared in Olympia's English-language paperback series, the Traveller's Companion. Most of the books in the series were strictly porno, sold under the counter and dashed off by expatriate writers living in Paris who used pen names like Akbar del Piombo (Norman Rubington) and Count Palmiro Vicarion (Christopher Logue).

But some were genuine literature — Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita, Terry Southern and Mason Hoffenberg's Candy; Pauline Réage's The Story of O; Georges Bataille's pseudonymous A Tale of Satisfied Desire. And some were not even pornographic — J. P. Donleavy's The Ginger Man, for instance, or the Samuel Beckett novels Watt, Molloy, Malone Dies, and The Unnameable.

Pretty good company for Burroughs who was down on his luck, living at 9 rue Git-le-Coeur in Room 15 of what came to be called the Beat Hotel, and nursing his usual narcotics habit.

By now, a half-century on, Naked Lunch has been translated into two dozen languages and published in more than 50 editions. None of this will come as news to devoted Burroughs fans. But all of it is likely to be examined more closely by scholars, critics and other riffraff in Naked Lunch @ 50: Anniversary Essays, co-edited by Oliver Harris and Ian MacFadyen.

One thing I wonder about: Who inserted that godawful The into the title of the original Olympia Press edition? And why? Have you ever heard of The Moby-Dick? How about The Crime and Punishment?

The book of essays is to be published next summer by Southern Illinois University Press and launched during a three-day symposium that Harris is organizing (July 1-3, 2009) in Paris. As the symposium poster says, there will be "15- and 30-minute papers, informal talks and open discussions under the headings: The Untold Naked Lunch; A Post-Colonial Lunch; Naked Paris; Naked Lunch Now," as well as "film screenings, readings, live music, performances, events, routines" and "acid in the Mona Lisa's face."

Here's wot got left out:

Well, almost. Time to take a break.