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Sanctuary in the Wilderness: A Critical Introduction to American Hebrew Poetry by Alan Mintz The Curse of Knowledge by Isaac Chotiner Imagine: How Creativity Works by Jonah Lehrer Homer Now by Peter Green The Iliad of Homer translated by Richmond Lattimore Homer: The Iliad translated by Anthony Verity Homer: The Iliad translated by Stephen Mitchell Memorial: An Excavation of the Iliad by Alice Oswald The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller English Translation and Classical Reception: Towards a New Literary History by Stuart Gillespie POEM The Wife by Adrienne Su BOOKS The Alibi of Ambiguity by Christopher Benfey June 28, 2012 Newsstand Date: Thu, 2012-06-28 TRB Nanny Dearest by Timothy Noah THE MALL Gosh, Golly, Gee by John McWhorter Mayor Friendly by John R. Bohrer Richard Nixed by David Greenberg Jubilee Girl by Geoffrey Wheatcroft Wars Laureate by Drew Gilpin Faust FEATURES Revolutionary Road by Paul Berman Constitution Avenue by Jeffrey Rosen Happyism by Deirdre N. McCloskey BOOKS AND THE ARTS FILMS Differing Modes by Stanley Kauffmann BOOKS Nobility Eclipsed by Cynthia Ozick Unlikely Collaboration: Gertrude Stein, Bernard Fa, and the Vichy Dilemma by Barbara Will Ida by Gertrude Stein Stanzas in Meditation: The Corrected Edition by Gertrude Stein, edited by Susannah Hollister and Emily Setina The Known Unknowns by Maya Jasanoff The Inner Life of Empires: An Eighteenth-Century History by Emma Rothschild The Need to Lead by James P. Rubin Strategic Vision: America and the Crisis of Global Power by Zbigniew Brzezinski POEM Cornwall by Louise Glck WASHINGTON DIARIST They Died for Westphalia by Leon Wieseltier Nanny Dearest
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IN LATE MAY, New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg announced that he would impose a 16-ounce limit on servings of sugary drinkssodas, sports and energy drinks, sweetened tea or coffee, and artificially sweetened fruit beverageson the grounds that they contribute to the nations obesity epidemic, which in turn elevates the incidence of diabetes and other diseases. Bloomberg previously banned smokingwhich, of course, causes cancer and heart disease, and increases the cancer risk even for nonsmokers who inhale secondhand smokefirst in indoor gathering spaces and later in outdoor public spaces like parks and beaches. Hizzoner has also banned artificial trans fats from restaurants (they raise your cholesterol); required restaurant chains to include calorie counts on their menus (obesity again); and strongly urged restaurants and food processors to reduce the amount of salt in food products by up to 40 percent (salt raises your blood pressure). These policies have been denounced, as one would expect, by restaurants, food companies, and professional curmudgeons on the right. (Fox News John Stossel: In a free society, I should be able to determine my own diet.) But theyve also been questioned from less predictable quarters. It seems to be more on the punitive side of things, City Council Speaker Christine Quinn, a Democrat, said about the 16-ounce limit. I am all for promoting public health, said Comedy Centrals Jon Stewart of the soda proposal. But Mr. Mayor, this plan makes your asinine look big. Bloombergs health policies are straightforwardly paternalistic, and paternalism is an idea nobody feels comfortable with. Indeed, it was loathed by the left before it was loathed by the right. Colonialism was essentially paternalism on a global scale. The 1960s counterculture brought an end to college parietalsthe prohibition against a girl spending the night in a boys dorm room or vice versa and never took government prohibitions on recreational drug use very seriously. Listen today to Arlo Guthries 1967 song Alices Restaurant and you may be surprised by how politically incorrect it has become. Yes, it mocks the Vietnam draft, but it also lampoonsas yet another petty imposition on individual freedomenvironmental regulations concerning the disposal of solid waste (known in those days as garbage).
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Only connect, E.M. Forster told us, and poor Mitt Romney just cant, alienating the left by spelling out that he doesnt care about the downtrodden and dissing the right by describing himself as severely conservative. But Romneys lack of personal warmth goes further than his remarksor coiffure, or pet careand right down to his interjections. Its the G-words. This was back, oh gosh, probably in the late 70s, he reminisced to a radio host about a steak house. Or, Romney surmised how his Mormonism would play out during his campaign with, Oh, I think initially, some people would say, Gosh, I dont know much about your faith, tell me about it, as if his G-word fetish were the way just anyone talks these days. Or: Chris Wallace asked whether said faith might be a disadvantage in voter perceptions of him, and Romney exclaimed, Gee, I hope not! Then, Romney on carried interestone is to say, gosh, is this a true capital investment with a risk of loss? Gee, gosh, and golly are all tokens of dissimulation. They are used in moments of excitement or dismay as burgherly substitutions, either for God and Jesuswords many religious people believe should not be taken in vainor for words considered even less appropriate. Fittingly, they even emerged as disguised versions of God (gosh and golly) and Jesus (gee; cf. also jeez). This was in line with how cursing worked in earlier English. The medieval and even colonial Anglophones versions of profanity were to express dismay or vent pain by swearingmaking an
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Newark Mayor Cory Bookers star has been rising for what seems like an eternity. His fame rests largely upon a number of almost absurdly heroic acts, which have varied from harrowing to Hollywood-esque: saving a resident from a burning building, cradling a twelve-year-old dying from
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IN MARCH 2011, the Richard Nixon Presidential Library and Museum in Yorba Linda, California, opened its new Watergate Gallerythe portion of the museum devoted to the constitutional crimes for which President Nixon will always be known. For years, visitors had seen an extended apologia for Nixon, which absurdly suggested that Democrats planned to impeach him in order to make House Speaker Carl Albert president. That exhibit, drawn up with Nixons involvement, was always best understood not as credible historical interpretation but as a campaign in the former presidents lifelong quest for rehabilitation. But now, in its place, stands a meticulously researched and beautifully displayed multimedia exhibit that draws upon recently videotaped oral histories, newly unearthed archival documents, and excerpts from the roughly 4,000 hours of tape recordings that Nixon surreptitiously made as president. The exhibit traces an array of White House sponsored crimes that began well before and extended well after the famous break-in of June 17, 1972, the fortieth anniversary of which occurs this month. The extirpation of the old Nixonian propaganda came about because of an irony of history. Nixon had tried to abscond with vital records of his presidency and, after he lost a legal challenge, was excluded from the club of presidents whose libraries enjoyed official government blessing. But, by the twenty-first century, Nixons daughter Julie came to see that the museum couldnt survive unless it became a part of the National Archives, with the operating budgets that such membership affords. After a battle with her sister, Tricia, which divided the dwindling band of Nixon loyalists, the Nixon library went legit in 2007. The library director chosen, academic historian Timothy Naftali, was committed to unpoliticized scholarship. Despite some often-fierce resistance from the Nixon Foundation, as well as from old-guard archivists in Washington used to accommodating the Nixonites, Naftali succeeded in expanding the museums public programming and in writing and pushing through the new, historically credible exhibit. Though Naftali had to fight to get the display opened, what was remarkable about its ultimate reception was how little consternation it aroused. Some of the usual
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ONE YOUNG Englishman was exhilarated by the queens Diamond Jubilee, as he had been ten years earlier when the Golden Jubilee had celebrated her first half-century on the throne. Then twelve years old, he had written to his mother: P.S. Remember the Jubilee, followed by a series of letters begging to be taken to see the great event. They were signed, Your loving son Winny. That Golden Jubilee of Queen Victoria, in the summer of 1887, had seen European royalty gather in Westminster Abbey, while across the land, bonfires were lit. In A.E. Housmans words:
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THE DEFINING MOMENT in Paul Fussells long life (1924 2012) occurred on March 15, 1945, in eastern France when shrapnel from a German shell tore into the young lieutenants back and thigh. Next to him, his platoon sergeant, Edward Hudson, was killed. Thirty years later, in 1975, Fussell publishedThe Great War and Modern Memory, a defining moment in his career as a writer and critic and in our understanding of the place of war in modern society and consciousness. He dedicated the book to Technical Sergeant Edward Keith Hudson. In the decades that followed his military service, Fussell established himself as a respected literary scholar. After acquiring a Ph.D. in English at Harvard in 1952, he produced a succession of academic works exploring the poetry and prose of eighteenth-century England and was rewarded with a professorship at Rutgers. Still, as Fussell described it, the black fury that overcame him after his wounding and Hudsons death never entirely dissipated. The war, he once observed, is behind everything I do. He came to believe that the sense of betrayal that arose from the loss of innocence and optimism in the face of wars terrible realities had shaped not just his own life, but had put a formative stamp on twentieth-century culture. Endless war became an essential condition of modern civilization. There seems to be one dominating form of modern understanding, Fussell wrote. It is essentially ironic; and it originates largely in the application of mind and memory to the events of the Great War. Unending war certainly seemed a dominant condition of American life as Paul Fussell began work on The Great War. Vietnam dragged on, with body counts reported nightly on TV news and discusseddispassionately and, in Fussells eyes, callouslyat neighborhood cocktail parties. University campuses like Rutgers, where he worked, and Princeton, where he lived, were disrupted by student protests against the war and student anxieties about the draft. The Great War appeared in print in the same year that the United States withdrew from Saigon, a moment when Americans were primed to respond to Fussells powerful questioning of the assumptions, purposes, and political effectiveness of war. Yet this was not a traditional book about politics or statecraft or military history. It was fundamentally a study
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There is something beautiful and breathtaking about watching a hero of human rights make a clean getaway. The hero may go on to other troubles, and the shadows may triumph in the end. But not yet! Meanwhile, you catch a glimpse of that fleeting thing, freedom, as it goes loping around the corner. And the soul exults. The classic text on this most up-to-date of themes was written by Peter Kropotkin, the Russian anarchist, in his Memoirs of a Revolutionist, which he composed for The Atlantic Monthly in 1898 and 1899. Kropotkin was, formally speaking, a prince, with a rank sufficiently high to allow him to serve the czar as a page. But he was drawn to the grandeurs of the Russian populist cause of the 1870s, and
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AT THE END OF MARCH, when Solicitor General Donald Verrilli appeared before the Supreme Court to make the case for the Affordable Care Act, he was widely perceived to have choked. When he approached the podium in the packed courtroom, the stakes could not have been higher. Verrilli was defending the Obama administrations central domestic achievement, a reform that had consumed the White House for the better part of the presidents first term. His opponent, Paul Clement, was the most soughtafter Supreme Court advocate in the country, with a knack for producing a crisp answer to any question a justice could lob his way. Verrilli, a laconic former corporate litigator, had argued many cases before the Court, but he was new to his jobhed been confirmed to succeed Elena Kagan less than a year beforeand also new to the types of constitutional arguments at the heart of the health care case. The first day of the oral arguments passed without incident. On the second day, the subject under discussion was the individual mandatethe most controversial part of the law and, as soon as Verrilli launched into his defense of it, he ran into trouble. Insurance has become the predominant means of paying for health care in this country, he began, and then coughed, cleared his throat, and coughed again. Insurance has become the prominent means of paying for health care in this country, he continued. For most Americansfor more than eighty percent of Americans, the insurance system does provide effective accesshe took a sip of waterExcuse me. But, for more than forty million Americans who do not have access to health insurance either through their employer or through government programs, such as Medicare or Medicaid, the system does not work. Later that day, audio clips of the most awkward moments proliferated on a variety of websites; the Republican National Committee spliced them together for an attack ad with the tagline: Obamacare: Its A Tough Sell. Meanwhile, the legal academy was subjecting Verrilli to a more esoteric form of Monday-morning quarterbacking. And, in the view of one group of law professors, Verrillis hapless presentation was the least of his sins. To these
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Before 2013 begins, catch up on the best of 2012. From now until the New Year, we will be re-posting some of The New Republics most thought-provoking pieces of the year. Enjoy.
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Patience (After Sebald) Polisse Bonsi If we were to choose the fine modern novelist whose work is least apt for screening, it would probably be W.G. Sebald. His novels are meditative, pensive. If we were to choose the least apt among his works, it would probably be The Rings of Saturn. It has no cogent narrative. Here is a film made from that novel, called Patience (After Sebald), that confirms, though it somewhat buffets, our prejudgment. Grant Gee, the Englishman who made the film, is known for his work on music documentaries, but he was a university student of geography. Presumably it was this latter interest that drew him to this book, which is the account of a journey that Sebald made through East Anglia. He was revisitinghe knew the area pretty wellbut he had a variety of reasons for this protracted return. Gee attempts to reproduce the sensitive and affectionate feeling of the journey. Difficulties occur. First, the fact of the filming itself. It seems a curious treatment formally of a book that, like all of Sebalds novels, is already illustrated with photographs, made or selected by the author. Gee reproduces many of these photographs as he goes, and his film at times seems to represent the material between those photographs from the book. He also inserts archival film footage from time to time, always in grainy black and white. (Very little of the film is in color.) Much of this footage seems a rough substitute for Sebalds unique woodwind prose. Gee is aware of this danger, apparently, and attempts to forestall it, not only by actually showing bits of text on screen, but by showing various individuals including Andrew Motion, the former poet laureate of England, and Marina Warner, herself a well-known writerspeaking bits of it. All this has a curious double effect. It supports the bookishness of the source in a visually and aurally engaging way; but for those who know something of
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Sanctuary in the Wilderness: A Critical Introduction to American Hebrew Poetry By Alan Mintz (Stanford University Press, 520 pp., $65)
I. ON DECEMBER 17, 2007, on the storied stage of the Poetry Center of the 92nd Street Y in New York, the Hebrew languageits essence, its structure, its metaphysic entered American discourse in so urgent a manner as to renew, if not to inflame, an ancient argument. The occasion was a public conversation between Marilynne Robinson and Robert Alter: a not uncommon match of novelist with literary scholar. In this instance, though, the scholar is an English Department anomaly: not only a master of the Anglo-American corpus, but a profoundly engaged Hebraist and Bible translator and expositor, whose newly published volume of Englished psalms is the evenings subject. The novelist, too, is exceptional among her contemporariesa writer of religious inclination, open to history and wit, yet not dogged by piety, if piety implies an unthinking mechanics of belief. Robinson may rightly be termed a Protestant novelist, in a way we might hesitate to characterize even the consciously Protestant Updike. Certainly it is impossible to conceive of any other American writer of fiction who could be drawn, as Robinson has been drawn, to an illuminating reconsideration of Calvinism. Protestant and Jew, writer and translator: such a juxtaposition is already an argument. The expectation of one may not be the expectation of the other. The novelists intuition for the sacred differs from the translators interrogation of the sacred. And beyond this disparity stands the inveterate perplexity, for English speakers, of the seventeenth century biblical sonorities of the King James Version (KJV): can they, should they, be cast out as superannuated? The question is not so much whether the KJV can be surpassed as whether it can be escaped. From that very platform where Robinson and Alter sit amiably contending, a procession of the great modernists of the twentieth century (among them Eliot and Auden and Marianne Moore and Dylan Thomas) once sent out their indelible voicesvoices inexorably reflecting the pulsings and locutions that are the KJVs venerable legacy to poets. And not only to poets: everyone for whom English is a mother tongue is indebted to the idiom and cadences of the KJV. For Americans, they are the Bible, and the Bible, even
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Mintzs speculative yet tantalizing thesisthat a driven though submerged and surrogate eros accounts for the Hebrew intoxications of these poetsmay or may not be true. But rivalry, whether underground or overt, can also be a sustaining engine. Gabriel Preils turn to styles of modernism: was it an innate expression or a competitive urge? An unwilled imprint of the zeitgeist or an opportunistic choice? It is tempting to ask why Preil, alone
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Imagine: How Creativity Works By Jonah Lehrer (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 279 pp., $26) THE YEAR IS 1965. Bob Dylan has just completed two weeks of touring in England. He is tiredexhausted actually. He needs a break. There is a tiny cabin in upstate New York where he can stay, where he can get away from it all, where he can find himself. After returning from Europe, he does just that. Its him and his motorcycle. No more songwriting, no more guitar, no more pressure, no more responsibility. Hell, he might start working on a novel. Little does Dylan know that his attempt to clear his head will actually spark a creative re-awakening. After his rest, his break, his rejuvenation, Dylan is back in his groove. With pencil in hand, and paper at the ready, he is writing. Writing like mad. He can hardly stop. Its as if someone or something has taken over his body. His creativity cannot be contained, whether or not he himself wants to contain it. And pretty soon, sure enough: Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didnt you? People call, say, Beware, doll, youre bound to fall. You thought they were all kiddin you. These are just the opening lines to a legendary song, but before long, on June 15, 1965, Dylan cuts Like a Rolling Stone. Even John Lennon is amazed by his achievement. THAT IS THE STORY Jonah Lehrer tells in Bob Dylans Brain, the first chapter of his new book on creativity. The words are mine, but the breathless style and the use of italics are his. According to Lehrer, Dylans creative outpouring was a result of the time he spent away. As Lehrer explains, The feeling of frustrationthe act of being stumpedis an essential part of the creative process.... Its often only ... after weve stopped searching for the answer that the answer arrives. As Dylan himself said in a radio interview, I found myself writing ... this long piece of vomit, twenty pages long. Vomiting out lyrics, Lehrer repeats, was actually a stunning means of creation.
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Juiced in it? Lehrer asks. Its an incredibly effective phrase, even though the listener has no idea what it means. Thanks to Dylan, we now define the word as drunk. Lehrer ends his chapter as follows: In that lonely cabin, he found a way to fully express himself, to transform the fragments of art in his head into a new kind of song. He wasnt just writing a pop singlehe was rewriting the possibilities of music. Lehrers contention is that the particulars of the songs creation tell us about the workings of the brains two hemispheres, the left (the literal definition of the words) and the right (hidden connections, alternative approaches). When people are frustrated or tired, they tend to look for right-brain alternative approaches. Rightbrain tissue, Lehrer adds, shows activity before an epiphany strikes. Dylan had apparently reached a point in his career where the literal definition of words was no longer enough. By removing himself from the spotlight, he was able to find the crucial hidden connections that are the poetry of his music. The reason for dwelling at length on Lehrers consideration of Dylan is that almost everything in the chapterfrom the minor details to the larger argumentis inaccurate, misleading, or simplistic. The small stuff is less important: Dylan did not go upstate immediately after his English tour he went away with his first wife. Nor did he coin the word juiced, which was in wide circulation and which he was likely to have heard before. (Billie Holiday used it in her autobiography.) Dylans time away, moreover, lasted only several days. Lehrers ridiculous implication is that Dylan took no other similarly short breaks in his life, but he does not make any effort to back up his assumption. More worryingly, Lehrers weightier confusions cast doubt on his glib interpretations of brain experiments. There are many songs whose meanings are unclear after forty words Mr. Tambourine Man, written a year earlier and thus before Dylans breakthrough, comes to mind. And yet Lehrer is astonished that this particular songs opening is difficult to decipher (because, remember, Dylan was just vomitingnothing was making sense, until, eventually, it did). And Lehrers dichotomymarking off the two ways that one creates a songdoes not allow even for, say, Bringing It All Back Home, the Dylan album that was released earlier that year, and contains a variety of styles. And before Dylan there were the Surrealists, and before the Surrealists there was Rimbaudwhom Dylan proudly cites
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Adrienne Su June 7, 2012 | 12:00 am She was nothing. I was she. Even though she understood, the pouring of silvery light into the kitchen each brisk newlywed morning, the crackling of loaves being lifted from the stone, the blackness of tea made days unfold as if divinely scripted, as if all were a discipline, universally obeyed. The lack of plans, the hunger of the ocean, the slight uncertainty
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Unlikely Collaboration: Gertrude Stein, Bernard Fa, and the Vichy Dilemma By Barbara Will (Columbia University Press, 274 pp., $35) Ida By Gertrude Stein Edited by Logan Esdale (Yale University Press, 348 pp., $20) Stanzas in Meditation: The Corrected Edition By Gertrude Stein Edited by Susannah Hollister and Emily
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IT IS UNDERSTANDABLE that those of us who admire Steins best writing might be tempted to help establish a dossier for her defense, as a writer and a wartime survivor. Her best writing is notoriously difficult to read straightif indeed there is a way to read it straight. In what way exactly she meant what she said remains at the center of scholarly debate about her work. By this I mean this, she liked to say. Even her explanations of ambiguity are ambiguous, as in this passage from the opening of her essay Composition as Explanation, from 1926: The only thing that is different from one time to another is what is seen and what is seen depends upon how everybody is doing everything. This makes the thing we are looking at very different and this makes what those who describe it make of it, it makes a composition, it confuses, it shows, it is, it looks, it likes it as it is, and this makes what is seen as it is seen. The brilliant critic William Empson, circa 1930, rescued ambiguity from the scrap heap of rhetoric and convinced a generation of poets and critics that ambiguity was not a fault of careless writing but rather a crucial aspect of effective poetic expression. He celebrated poetic passages in which alternative views might be taken without sheer misreading. Empson had spent a great deal of time in Asia. He developed his ideas about poetic ambiguity, of which he identified seven distinct types, while studying the various representations of the Buddha on statuary in China and Japan. For Empson, the power of the Buddhas expression lay in its fundamental ambiguity, not quite a smile but not exactly a sneer either. Toward the end of Unlikely Collaboration, Barbara Will includes a photograph of Gertrude Stein visiting Hitlers bunker at Berchtesgaden after the war. She is surrounded by eager young American GIs. Stein and the soldiers are executing the Nazi salute. The photograph appeared in Life magazine on August 6, 1945, along with a chirpy text by Stein titled Off We All Went to See Germany. Stein seems to be wearing a jaunty little pointed Alpine hat, perhaps resembling the hat worn by the mysterious woman in the alley in Angers, and she seems to be smiling, or perhaps sneering. Will calls the photograph at once sophomoric and chilling, given Steins attraction to authoritarianism in the 1930s and 1940s. Sophomoric and chilling: a good example of Steins recurring ambiguity. Is Steins Hitler salute meant to be ironic? Well, of course, one is tempted to reply. But where exactly does the irony lie? Christopher Benfey is a contributing editor for The New Republic. This article appeared in the June 28, 2012 issue of the magazine.
The Inner Life of Empires: An Eighteenth-Century History By Emma Rothschild (Princeton University Press, 483 pp., $35) BY A RURAL SCOTTISH river on an early summers day in 1771, someone makes a catch: a package wrapped in cloth, and inside the cloth, a baby boy, and on his tiny sodden body the marks of violence that may have caused his death. It does not take long to identify a suspect, the infants mother, who works in a nearby household. She is brought to the local sheriffs court, interrogated, and charged with the murder of her son. Every suspect, by definition, invites doubt. Guilty or innocent? For this woman, though, ambiguities ringed an entire existence. Bell alias Belinda, the indictment read, was a black Girl or woman, a slave or servant. She had gone to the river, one witness said, because you was too hot or that you had catched cold; because, she said herself, she sought to discard a stillborn infant; because, the accusers said, she sought to hide evidence of infanticide. If the record-makers did not know her name, age, or status well enough to register them with certainty, then how can a historian hope to know anything more, like the name of the father, or how the child had died (by strangling ... or knocking ... on the head), or any of the reasons why? All that the documents conveyed was that Bell or Belinda worked for John Johnstone, a retired East India Company bureaucrat, and that she had come with him some years earlier from Bengal in the East Indies to his lowlands estate. Bell or Belinda sends a shiver of questions down the spine of this book. For to wonder about her storyabout how this young woman from eastern India found herself in a Fife courthouseis first to ask, in Emma Rothschilds elegantly crafted narrative, how people, things, and ideas concerned with the expanding British Empire found their way to Britain.The Inner Life of Empires searches for answers through the wonderfully well-documented family of John Johnstone, Bell or Belindas owner, and his ten siblings. These four sisters and seven brothers grew up in a coarse moorish part of the Scottish-English borders in the 1720s and 1730s, where Daniel Defoe judged nothing but what was desolate and dismal could be expected. Yet by the
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Maya Jasanoff is professor of history at Harvard and the author, most recently, of Libertys Exiles: American Loyalists in the Revolutionary World (Knopf). This article appeared in the June 28, 2012 issue of the magazine. The Need to Lead James P. Rubin June 7, 2012 | 12:00 am
Strategic Vision: America and the Crisis of Global Power By Zbigniew Brzezinski (Basic Books, 208 pp., $26) When it comes to offering a vision to guide American foreign policy, Zbigniew Brzezinskis latest book, unlike so
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Remember the circumstances. A heinous dictator had turned an oil-rich country into a personal fiefdom, had been responsible for brutal internal oppression and international terrorism, and was threatening the people of Benghazi with mass slaughter; the UN Security Council had authorized the use of force; the Arab Leagueyes, the Arab Leaguewas calling for American and NATO military intervention; only air power was being requested as the rebels were prepared to fight the ground war themselves; and to top it off, the desert terrain made it possible for air strikes to provide a decisive contribution. And yet Brzezinski was hesitant about even a backseat role for the United States, saying, I cannot think of another instance in recent times, in which I myself was so uncertain in thinking about the problem, how
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WHAT A SPELL of cultural miseries. Oprah Winfrey commended Pierre de Chardin to the graduates of Spelman College and exhorted them to let excellence be your brand. Yale University elected to have its commencement addressed by Barbara Walters. Al Sharpton appeared in the pages of The New York Times Book Review, which warmly noted that its reviewer has lost a lot of weight and eats fish twice a week and many vegetables. And Daniel Bell was made responsible for the Iraq war. The latter comedy took place in the wastes of Salon, where it would have stayed if The New York Times had not seen fit to circulate, without challenge, the description of that great American liberal as having essentially invented the neoconservative movement that would inspire George W. Bush in his disastrous invasion of Iraq. Must error also be stupid? This howler first appeared in an overheated piece about some trivial connections between The Paris Review and the Congress of Cultural Freedom, which was of course supported in part by the CIA and therefore was an instrument of evil. The revelation of a friendship between The Paris Review and the Congress for Cultural Freedom is the best news I have heard about that flavorful journal since the announcement of its current editor. The solidarity of beauty and democracy has always been one of my fondest dreams.
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