Louis Proyect: The Unrepentant Marxist

December 17, 2013

Commentary on a Patrick Cockburn commentary

Filed under: journalism,Syria — louisproyect @ 2:35 pm

Patrick Cockburn

The day before yesterday Patrick Cockburn penned a commentary that is worth examining in some detail since it contains many of the themes prominent among the commentariat since the beginning of the revolution in Syria. Unlike many left journalists whose support for Bashar al-Assad is fairly transparent, Cockburn tends to be far more even-handed. For example, in an interview with the Real News Network, he parted company with those who describe the Baathists as “progressive”, “socialist”, or “secular” in their appearances on Russian or Iranian news shows:

Well, the regime has been there for 40 years. It’s the Syrian Ba’ath Party, a conspiratorial, pretty brutal group who tend came to power through a military coup. His father, Hafez al-Assad, who was a military officer, tended to operate through the intelligence services, security services. One of the most feared buildings in most Syrian towns is the Air Force intelligence building, with a fearsome reputation for torture and torturing prisoners and shooting and killing them.

So when he came–Bashar al-Assad, when he came to power about 13 years ago, he–there were hopes that he’d be more sort of moderate than his father. He’d been a doctor in London. I mean, others who knew him at that time said that these hopes were always exaggerated, and that’s what turned out to be close to the truth.

In 2011, when demonstrations started against the regime, Bashar was fairly popular, quite popular, but it was the tremendous crackdown by the regime of opening fire on demonstrators and throwing people into jail, torturing people.

Cockburn’s column can be described as an obituary for the FSA. As most people who keep up with events in Syria know by now, a warehouse loaded with non-lethal aid from the USA was reportedly wrested from the FSA by Islamic Front fighters. The commentariat generally regards this as the death-knell of the FSA.

Cockburn leads off with this:

The final bankruptcy of American and British policy in Syria came 10 days ago as Islamic Front, a Saudi-backed Sunni jihadi group, overran the headquarters of the Supreme Military Council of the Free Syrian Army (FSA) at Bab al-Hawa on the Syrian side of the border with Turkey.

Actually, this is at odds with the report filed by Scott Lucas of Eaworldview.com. I’ll let you be the judge:

On Wednesday night, US media put out the story that Secretary of State John Kerry is furious with the Front over its “takeover” of the Free Syria Army’s positions.

Well-placed sources tell a different tale, however.

According to them, an unknown group — possibly from the Islamic State of Iraq and as-Sham, possibly from a gang unaffiliated to the insurgency — attacked FSA warehouses, so General Salem Idriss, the head of the Supreme Military Command, called the Front for assistance.

When the Front’s faction such as Suqour al-Sham and Ahrar al-Sham arrived, they found one of the warehouses completely emptied and another with 50% stock gone. FSA officers handed their keys to the Front without much explanation, saying only, “You’re now in charge and please protect our properties.”

The sources summarize, “The Islamic Front’s factions were always in control of the border crossing, and the FSA presence there was always weak — a base and a few warehouses. So it’s not true to speak of a ‘takeover’ by the Front.”

One imagines that Patrick Cockburn simply repeated the analysis that the bourgeois press has put forward about what occurred at the warehouse. Since it dovetailed neatly with Cockburn’s assessment of the demise of Syria’s “moderates”, why would he have any incentive to look more deeply into the story? Now it may be the case that the FSA is on its last legs, but if you are going to report on this you have an obligation to base your reporting on the facts.

Cockburn also reported that General Salim Idris, the head of the FSA, was “on the run” to Qatar, giving one the impression of the last South Vietnamese officer clinging to a helicopter as the North Vietnamese army is closing in on Saigon. This was the sense of a WSJ article titled “Top Western-Backed Rebel in Syria Is Forced to Flee”.

Once again, the story needs closer examination. Clay Claiborne, who is very good at digging into such stories, discovered that a couple of reporters who follow events on the ground closely saw no evidence of “flight”. Michael Weiss, a reporter for Foreign Policy, tweeted “Confirmed: Idris wasn’t at the SMC site when it was overtaken. He went to Doha for a meeting, now back in Turkey. WSJ source wrong.”

Leaving aside the factual issues, my biggest problem is with the notion that an Iraq-style intervention was looming:

But it is worth recalling that the Syrian National Coalition and the FSA are the same people for whom the US and UK almost went to war in August, and saw as candidates to replace Assad in power in Damascus.

Does anybody still believe that there were plans afoot to “replace” Assad, especially after the N.Y. Times reported on the Obama administration’s real attitude toward the Baathists had about as much to do with George W. Bush’s designs on Iraq as I do with the New York Archdiocese?

On October 22nd, just at the time that the U.S.A. was conducting secret talks with Iran—a country supposedly the next target after Syria, the N.Y. Times revealed that the mood in the White House belied all the rhetoric about red lines being crossed:

Denis R. McDonough, the deputy national security adviser and one of the biggest skeptics about American intervention in Syria, was promoted to White House chief of staff. Mr. McDonough had clashed frequently with his colleagues on Syria policy, including with Samantha Power, a White House official who had long championed the idea that nations have a moral obligation to intervene to prevent genocide.

Ms. Power came to believe that America’s offers of support to the rebels were empty.

“Denis, if you had met the rebels as frequently as I have, you would be as passionate as I am,” Ms. Power told Mr. McDonough at one meeting, according to two people who attended.

“Samantha, we’ll just have to agree to disagree,” Mr. McDonough responded crisply.

Now for some leftists, none of this matters. They have convinced themselves that Samantha Powers is still the chief architect of American foreign policy, even disregarding the latest evidence that the White House regards the Baathists as “the only game in town” as Seymour Hersh confided to Amy Goodman.

In some ways, the insistence that the U.S.A. is poised to invade Syria and replace Bashar al-Assad with some nobody from the Syrian National Coalition and then use Syria as a beachhead for an invasion of Iran reflects a kind of Messianic belief that imperialism has one and only one way of conducting business. This certainly flies in the face of Henry Kissinger’s observation that “America has no permanent friends or enemies, only interests.” For the John Rees’s and Richard Becker’s of the world, a “war on Syria” presents itself as an opportunity for leading a new mass movement against imperialist war with their organizations poised to take charge, with the leaders riding white stallions into the battlefield. In a way, this kind of self-designation as an agency ready to save the world reminds me of the sectarian illusions I had 40 years ago as a Trotskyist. It is a form of megalomania.

Finally, there’s Cockburn’s reliance on the testimony of one Saddam al-Jamal, a FSA commander who defected to ISIS, the al-Qaeda affiliate. Al-Jamal is reported to have said that FSA commanders “used to meet with the apostates of Qatar and Saudi Arabia and with the infidels of Western nations such as America and France in order to receive arms and ammo or cash”. The “infidels” asked the man repeatedly why he was growing a beard, a sure sign that the ideological appeal of Salafism was irresistible.

Cockburn advises his readers that the information on al-Jamal was gleaned from the Brown Moses blog. One imagines that this would have given the testimony added clout since Brown Moses has a reputation of favoring the rebels. One only wishes that Patrick Cockburn had paid closer attention to the article that concluded with this update:

Update December 5th Dan Layman of the Syrian Support Group contacted me with the following details

The supposed defection of the Saddam al-Jamal, commander of the Allahu Akbar brigade, to ISIS was not a wholly voluntary act. ISIS has been in constant combat with over 15 FSA units in northern Syria throughout the past few months in an effort to expand their zones of total control. The Ahfad Al-Rasoul brigade, of which the Allahu Akbar Brigade was an affiliate, is one of these units. Because of the existing tensions with Allahu Akbar’s parent unit, ISIS stormed an Allahu Akbar command post in Deir Ezzour, taking the brigade’s weapons cache and killing several fighters, including the brother of Saddam Al-Jamal. Having lost his brigade, his weapons, and his brother, Mr. Al-Jamal pledged allegiance to ISIS to protect himself. Ideological factors were not at play.

December 16, 2013

Two Lessons

Filed under: Argentina,Film,Poland,Russia — louisproyect @ 6:40 pm

Now that I have fulfilled my obligations to New York Film Critics Online by watching just enough Hollywood crapola to allow me to fill out a ballot for our December 8th awards meeting, I can return to the kind of film that really matters to me and presumably my readers. As the first post-NYFCO awards film reviewed by me, “Two Lessons” is the perfect example of why I would prefer a low-budget Polish language documentary that cost perhaps $50,000 to make over something like “Gravity”.

Opening today at the Maysles Theater in Harlem, “Two Lessons” is an exquisitely beautiful and spiritually elevated study of rural poverty in Siberia and Argentina pivoting around director Wojciech Staron’s wife Malgosia, who was sent by the Polish government to give Polish language lessons to émigré communities after 1989 when nationalism took the place of Communism. Although it is a documentary, the filmmaker whose work it bears the closest resemblance to is that of French Catholic New Wave narrative film director Robert Bresson, especially his “Diary of a Country Priest”.

One of my favorite Bresson quotes is “Don’t run after poetry. It penetrates unaided through the cracks”, words that describe “Two Lessons” to a tee. Like the young priest in Bresson’s classic who arrives in a country village on a mission to save souls, Malgosia Staron (she was the director’s girlfriend at the time) comes to Usolie-Siberskoe in 1998 in order to preserve culture. What she and Wojciech rapidly discover is that the citizenry is also in need of material salvation, facing one hardship or another in the aftermath of the collapse of the USSR. This is a people who never benefited from the “free market” revolution led by Yeltsin and Putin. Malgosia arrives in the middle of a teacher’s strike. After not having been paid in months, they are ready to confront the new rulers whose contempt for working people is well understood by the teachers who carry a portrait of Lenin at a rally.

That being said, this is not a social protest film even though the director’s sympathy is with those at the bottom. Instead it is a beautiful and moving portrait of people living in a forbidding realm who manage to make the best of their lives despite all sorts of challenges. While the primary inspiration seems to be Bresson, the film also evokes Werner Herzog’s “Happy People: A Year in the Taiga”, a riveting portrait of hunters and trappers in Siberia. When not focused on Malgosia’s lessons to her students, her boyfriend’s camera is trained on a number of local “personalities”, including a Pole who is determined to translate the bible from Polish into Russia just as an exercise. There are scenes of ice-fishing, local dances, church gatherings, and many landscapes that appear inspired by the Bressonian stricture: “Don’t run after poetry. It penetrates unaided through the cracks”.

If there was ever a reason to go slow on the digital revolution, it is this film which was made with a 16-millimeter camera—probably a necessity given the year when it was made. It is a reminder that film can capture images in a way that digital cameras never can unless they are prohibitively expensive. It would appear that director Wojciech Staron made part one of “Two Lessons” with a one-man crew, namely himself. This is a miracle of filmmaking and an inspiration to anybody working in the field including a patzer like myself.

Part two of “Two Lessons” was made possible by Malgosia’s assignment to work in Azara, Argentina but the film is much more about the struggle of an 11-year-old Polish girl named Marcia to eke out a living with the Staron’s 8-year-old son Janek in tow.

Marcia’s parents have fallen on hard times and she is forced to make bricks, pick yerba mate leaves, or sell ice from a roadside stand to help her mother make ends meet. Her father has separated from the mother out of a combination of financial difficulties and personal strife, no doubt aggravated by the failing economy. (The film was made in 2011, supposedly after Argentina’s economic recovery, which like Russia’s never seemed to have filtered down to the rural backwaters.)

As is the case with part one, the focus is on human relationships and the solace of natural beauty rather than the class struggle. In one of more captivating scenes, the young Staron teaches the older and much more assertive Marcia how to swim.

At the risk of sounding like a hack reviewer hyping something like “Gravity” or “Inside Llewyn Davis”, I would describe this film as breathtakingly beautiful and a reminder of Polish filmmaking when people like Roman Polanski and Andrzej Wajda were in their heyday. That the underfunded Wojciech Staron can be mentioned in the same breath as such masters should be recommendation enough.

December 15, 2013

The Wind Rises; Wolf Children

Filed under: Film — louisproyect @ 7:25 pm

Over the years, my membership in NYFCO has introduced me to some truly great animated films, all of which I would regard as superior to the typically overpraised Hollywood blockbuster. Two of them were Brad Bird films: “The Iron Giant” and “Ratatouille”, films that respectively deal with a friendship between a young boy and a giant robot from outer space, and a French rat who aspires to be a gourmet chef. I also loved “How to Train Your Dragon” and “Toy Story 3”, films targeting a more youthful audience than Bird’s animated features. (Both are reviewed here.)

But towering over them is “Princess Mononoke”, a 1997 Japanese anime that was directed by Hayao Miyazaki whose swan song “The Wind Rises”, a biopic of the engineer responsible for the Zero fighter plane of WWII, was judged by NYFCO as best animated feature this year—the only choice that coincided with my own. While this film is directed mostly at adults, I can strongly recommend “Wolf Children”, another Japanese anime that came out in 2013 and that can be enjoyed by 8 year olds as well as 68 year olds like me. It is the story of a single mother raising a boy and a girl who are the result of her marriage to a werewolf, and totally irresistible.

To give you a sense of the artistic ambitions of “The Wind Rises”, there is a scene that takes place in a TB asylum just before WWII where the wife of engineer Jiro Horikoshi is convalescing. There he is introduced to a German anti-fascist named Castorp, an obvious reference to the main character in Thomas Mann’s “Magic Mountain”, an antiwar novel set in a TB hospital.

The film features two love affairs, one between Jiro Horikoshi and airplanes and the other with his wife Naoko. Like his subject, director Hayao Miyazaki has been obsessed with airplanes his entire life and has featured them prominently in many of his films.

Like a Rorschach test, the film has generated attacks from the right and the left. The right interprets it as “anti-Japanese” while the left sees it as a celebration of militarism. Writing for the LA Weekly, Inkoo Kang described it as a “shameful note” ending his career.

The Wind Rises perpetuates Japanese society’s deliberate misremembering and rewriting of history, which cast the former Empire of the Rising Sun as a victim of World War II, while glossing over — or in some cases completely ignoring — the mass death and suffering its military perpetrated. Critics who fail to observe or protest Miyazaki’s “pussyfooting” around a regime that caused more deaths than the Holocaust aid and abet Japan’s continued whitewashing of its war crimes.

Even in the unlikely event that “The Wind Rises” can be judged as a concession to Japanese militarism, it is a film that is like no other I have ever seen—animated or not animated. It is a tableaux of breathtakingly beautiful scenes of the Japanese countryside and fantastically reimagined WWI vintage airplanes that will remind you why all kids, including me, become obsessed with airplanes. Hayao Miyazaki was inspired to make this film by his subject’s statement that he only wanted to make something beautiful. The same words can be applied to this film.

As anybody with kids probably knows, monsters are the heroes or anti-heroes of many animated features nowadays. One of the bounty of animated film screeners I received for the NYFCO awards meeting, for example, was “Monsters University” that will be subcontracted out to Ivan Henwood for a review.

“Wolf Children” is the story of 19-year-old woman named Hana who runs into Ookami, a handsome young werewolf in his human guise at college, where he is sitting in at classes. They fall in love immediately and decide to get married, even though they understand that their children will be carrying the werewolf gene.

Japanese werewolves are totally unlike the Lon Chaney variety. They are not interested in dining on human flesh but mostly in returning to the wilderness as fully metamorphosed wolves after the fashion of Rousseau.

After Ookami dies in an accident out on a nightly back-to-nature excursion, Hana decides to raise her daughter Yuki and son Arne in the boondocks where they will be closer to nature. The film is filled with amusing and touching scenes where the two youngsters transform themselves into werewolves when they become overly excited in a sort of genteel version of “The Incredible Hulk”. The film is family entertainment in the best sense of the word.

Director Mamoru Hosoda studied oil painting at the Kanazawa College of Art and it shows. The film is a treat for the eyes and the heart—Japanese anime at its finest.

Before I sat down to write these reviews, I decided to add a few words about the importance of animated films, or what we called cartoons, to WWII baby boomers like me (technically speaking I am pre-boomer since I was born before the war ended.)

When I was 8 years old or so, I used to be glued to the television set on Saturday morning just like kids are today. The chief difference between then and now is the quality of the cartoons. Like everything else in capitalist America, from the tomato to the novel, the product has gone downhill.

In 1953, when I was 8, Warner Brothers cartoons were in their heyday. In fact, you would see a new Warner Brothers cartoon at the beginning of a feature film, just as you would see a newsreel and often a travelogue. Watching “Bugs Bunny” or “Sylvester and Tweetie Bird” was the first opportunity I had to appreciate what was essentially adult humor. When Bugs Bunny broke through the third wall and informed the movie audience what he thought about the cartoon, I got my first inkling about irony and the absurdist character of life.

The genius behind Warner Brothers cartoons (aka Looney Tunes and Merry Melodies) was one Tex Avery, who once stated “In a cartoon you can do anything”. The film “Roger Rabbit” paid homage to Tex Avery but nothing could possibly match the original.

Avery’s best-known artist was Chuck Jones, who was deeply embedded in the New Deal machinery during WWII. He worked closely with Theodore Geisel of Dr. Seuss fame to produce the “Private Snafu” cartoons from 1943 to 1945. These educational shorts meant to remind soldiers to take their malaria medicine, etc. Here’s one about the need to prevent spies from hearing about military secrets filled with racist images of the Japanese. The voice is obviously Mel Blanc’s.

Wikipedia also reports:

During World War II, Jones directed such shorts as The Weakly Reporter, a 1944 short that related to shortages and rationing on the home front. During the same year, he directed Hell-Bent for Election, a campaign film for Franklin D. Roosevelt. He also directed the less-widely known Angel Puss. This cartoon contains portrayals of African-Americans that are now considered offensive. It is no longer available in any authorized release and is among the group of controversial cartoons known to animation buffs as the Censored Eleven.

One can only conclude that the vast output of feature films and cartoons made during WWII and the post-war period by Americans will never be considered as concessions to militarism after the fashion of “The Wind Rises”, a film that never deserved to be viewed as such. That, of course, is a function of history being written by the victor rather than the loser. One day, the United States will get the proper drubbing it deserves. Then, and only then, will we be able to look forward to a popular culture that has truth on its side. At that time, artists should look to “A Wind Rises” as a model.

December 13, 2013

Wild Strawberries

Filed under: Uncategorized — louisproyect @ 12:29 pm

All my life I have been cursed by bad and vivid dreams, with the occasional nightmare so frightening that I wake my wife up with my screams. They usually involve space aliens, ghouls of one sort or another, apocalyptic flooding, etc. For a long stretch a couple of years ago I dreamed about blizzards in New York taking place in August.

But every so often there is a pleasant if puzzling dream.

I just woke from one that “starred” me and Boomer and Carton. They may have entered my dreams since I had my headset on tuned to their radio show at 6am when I woke up briefly. I then went back to sleep with their voices feeding my sleeping brain.

Boomer is Boomer Esiason, a former professional football player now in his early 50s. Carton is Craig Carton, a 44 year old “shock jock” who plays Jerry Lewis to Boomer’s Dean Martin. I only listen to them (or Don Imus) because WBAI, the leftist Pacifica affiliate, has become unlistenable. According to Doug Henwood, their finances are in such bad shape the station might be sold.

So getting back to the dream, I am in a minivan with the two sports radio personalities driving around Woodridge, the tiny village where I grew up in upstate NY.  They are discussing the signing of Bob Feller with a local baseball team in New York, either the Mets or the Yankees. I try to straighten them out, insisting over and over again that Bob Feller pitched in the mid-50s. He couldn’t possibly still be able to play baseball. They pointed to a strapping young lad in the back seat to refute me.

As we toured around my hometown (I had no idea what brought them there), I was struck by the ultramodern buildings that had cropped up seemingly overnight. They looked like the ones that dominate Abu Dhabi.

After a while, I asked them to stop the car since I saw wild strawberries at the side of the road except that they were growing on a bush rather than from the tiny plants near the ground in their natural state. I plucked up a bunch to give to Boomer and Carton but strangely they had turned into blackberries. I noticed a tiny worm wriggling around that I gingerly removed before presenting them with the fruit.

And then—the climax of the dream—I saw Silver Lake once again. I cried out with joy: “This is the lake I used to go fishing with my father. It was the only time I felt like his son.” I was born when my father was in Europe fighting in the Battle of the Bulge. They say that fathers have trouble bonding with their children when they are born in their absence. When you consider that my father was a cold, silent type to begin with, this only deepened the alienation.

In the 1970s the lake became dead as a result of overfishing and pollution. Eventually they drained it and filled it with dirt so as to make a foundation for a housing development.

The Silver Lake of my dream was a kind of platonic ideal of a lake, like something out of a French impressionist painting. Even now, as I sit typing this post, I can see it in my mind’s eye. There are people fishing everywhere, including an elderly Sikh with beard and turban—just like one of the men I interviewed on Tuesday night.

December 12, 2013

Sikh Human Rights vigil at the United Nations

Filed under: Sikhs — louisproyect @ 11:29 pm

Despite the fact that India has a Sikh Prime Minister named Manmohan Singh, who functions mostly as a Congress Party token, this religious minority based mostly in Punjab still suffers from discrimination dating back to the creation of the state of India and long before that. Indeed, the birth of the religion in the 16th century was marked by persecution by the Muslim Mughal rulers and continues to this day under Hindu domination.

I first learned about these issues from a film called “Amu” that was directed by Shonali Bose and produced by Bedaprata Pain, who went on to direct “Chittagong”, a film about an armed revolt against British rule by high school students in 1930. “Amu” recounts the tale of a young woman from India living a carefree life in California who discovers that her parents were victims of the anti-Sikh pogroms in 1984 that grew out of the assassination of Indira Ghandi by her Sikh bodyguards. They were driven to this desperate act after the Indian army assaulted the Golden Temple, the most sacred of places to a Sikh.

After attending a Sikh film festival in New York in 2011, I stopped by the cubicle of a fellow programmer at Columbia University who wore a turban. As most educated Americans understand, this is an important element of their religion. The uneducated ones mistake them for Osama bin-Laden and his fanatical supporters who also wore turbans, with the most deeply uneducated resorting to violent attacks on a gentle and decent people. I interviewed Harpreet Wahan Singh not long after I made his acquaintance, thus becoming more knowledgeable about Sikh beliefs and the problems they are facing in a period of deepening xenophobia following 9/11.  http://louisproyect.org/2011/12/12/conversation-with-a-sikh/

By happenstance, Harpreet is a well-known Sikh activist who keeps me up to date on important political struggles being waged by his community. The video below was made at a Sikh protest at the U.N. on December 11, 2013 in solidarity with Bhai Gurbaksh Singh Khalsa, who has been on a hunger strike since November 14th to protest the imprisonment of 118 Sikh political prisoners, mostly guilty of nothing except protesting human rights violations. These men completed long terms but are still being kept behind bars in the fashion of Guantanamo Bay.

For updates on the fate of Bhai Gurbaksh Singh Khalsa, go to https://www.facebook.com/bhaigurbakshsinghkhalsa. For general coverage of Sikh human rights issues, go to http://www.lfhri.org/.

December 11, 2013

Jim Hall, Jazz Guitarist, Dies at 83

Filed under: music,obituary — louisproyect @ 2:44 pm

NY Times December 10, 2013

Jim Hall, Jazz Guitarist, Dies at 83

By PETER KEEPNEWS

Jim Hall, a jazz guitarist who for more than 50 years was admired by critics, aficionados and especially his fellow musicians for his impeccable technique and the warmth and subtlety of his playing, died on Tuesday at his home in Greenwich Village. He was 83.

The cause was heart failure, his wife, Jane, said.

The list of important musicians with whom Mr. Hall worked was enough to earn him a place in jazz history. It includes the pianist Bill Evans, with whom he recorded two acclaimed duet albums, and the singer Ella Fitzgerald, as well as the saxophonists Sonny Rollins and Paul Desmond, the drummer Chico Hamilton and the bassist Ron Carter, his frequent partner in a duo.

But with his distinctive touch, his inviting sound and his finely developed sense of melody, Mr. Hall made it clear early in his career that he was an important musician in his own right.

He was an influential one as well. Pat Metheny, Bill Frisell and John Scofield are among the numerous younger guitarists who acknowledge him as an inspiration. Mr. Hall, who never stopped being open to new ideas and new challenges, worked at various times with all three.

In his later years Mr. Hall composed many pieces for large ensembles, drawing on both his jazz roots and his classical training. Works like “Quartet Plus Four” for jazz quartet and string quartet, and “Peace Movement,” a concerto for guitar and orchestra, were performed internationally and widely praised.

If the critics tended to use the same words over and over to describe Mr. Hall’s playing — graceful, understated, fluent — that was as much a tribute to his consistency as to his talent. As Nate Chinen wrote recently in The New York Times, Mr. Hall’s style, “with the austere grace of a Shaker chair,” has sounded “effortlessly modern at almost every juncture” of his long career.

James Stanley Hall was born on Dec. 4, 1930, in Buffalo to Stanley and the former Louella Cowles, and spent most of his early years in Cleveland. He started guitar at age 10 and began playing professionally in his teens.

Like most of his guitar-playing peers, he was influenced by the first two great jazz guitar soloists: Charlie Christian, best known for his work with Benny Goodman, and the Belgian Gypsy Django Reinhardt. But he derived as much inspiration from saxophone players as he did from other guitarists.

“Tenor saxophonists really influenced the way I play,” he told The Times in 1990. When he was developing his style, he explained, “I’d try and get that lush sound of a tenor saxophone.”

While studying music theory at the Cleveland Institute of Music, he played guitar on weekends “but wasn’t all that involved in jazz,” he said in an interview found on his website. His plan was to become a composer and teach on the side. But shortly after he graduated in 1955 and began studying for a master’s degree at the institute, that plan changed. “I had to try being a guitarist or else it would trouble me for the rest of my life,” he said.

Moving to Los Angeles, where he studied classical guitar, he became a charter member of the Chico Hamilton Quintet, one of the first and most successful exemplars of the soft-spoken style known as cool jazz. (Mr. Hamilton died last month.) He then worked with the clarinetist, saxophonist and composer Jimmy Giuffre, whose adventurous approach to both composition and improvisation had a lasting impact on Mr. Hall’s own music.

Mr. Hall attracted further attention in the early 1960s when Sonny Rollins, a major star returning to music after a long hiatus, chose him to be in his new quartet. The contrast between Mr. Rollins’s aggressive saxophone playing and Mr. Hall’s quieter approach helped make the release of Mr. Rollins’s album “The Bridge” one of the most notable jazz events of 1962.

After a low-profile but lucrative television stint in the “Merv Griffin Show” band in the mid-1960s, Mr. Hall focused on leading his own groups, usually consisting simply of guitar, bass and drums, and recorded as a leader for CTI, A&M, Concord, Telarc and other labels. In the 1990s he taught at the New School for Jazz and Contemporary Music in New York.

In addition to his wife of 48 years, the former Jane Yuckman, a psychoanalyst, Mr. Hall is survived by his daughter, Devra Hall Levy, who in recent years had been his manager.

Mr. Hall had back surgery in 2008 and other health problems, but he performed almost until the end, often in the company of other guitarists. This summer he performed with the 26-year-old guitarist Julian Lage at the Newport Jazz Festival in Rhode Island. His last appearance was on Nov. 23 at a Jazz at Lincoln Center concert that also featured the guitarists John Abercrombie and Peter Bernstein.

For all the accolades he received over the years — including a Jazz Masters award from the National Endowment for the Arts in 2004 — Mr. Hall never took his mastery of the guitar for granted. “The instrument keeps me humble,” he once told Guitar Player magazine. “Sometimes I pick it up and it seems to say, ‘No, you can’t play today.’ I keep at it anyway, though.”

 

N+1, Bruce Robbins, and Vivek Chibber

Filed under: journalism,postcolonialism,subaltern studies — louisproyect @ 1:56 pm

I’ve lost track of how many articles pointing attention to the renewed interest in Marxism is out there, but I am sure that it is at least a half-dozen. I am also sure that Jacobin and its ambitious young editor figure Bhaskar Sunkara get prominent attention in all of them. I don’t think that the Jacobin needs any more publicity than it has already received, including from the newspaper of record. My interest here is to introduce you to a magazine that at least in one instance is coupled with Jacobin. I speak of N+1:

Some of the coverage of the Marxist resurgence has focused on the boomlet in Marxist-leaning journals, mostly based in New York, like n+1, The New Inquiry, and Jacobin (full disclosure: a number of my friends and I have written for those journals). But missing is how secondary those journals really are. Small in circulation, it is their social penumbra that earns them influence—particularly the interaction of their editors, contributors, and readers both online and in the flesh. It is as much the vigorous debates these journals inspire as their content that brings a vitality to Marxist discourse.

That’s from a Chronicle of Higher Education article titled “Marx for Millennials” by Andrew Seal, a Ph.D. student at Yale. I guess that’s the sort of person who would refer to a “penumbra”, a word that I have run into in the past but never bothered to look up. If you had given me a multiple-choice test that gave “female sexual organ” as a possible answer, there’s a good shot that I would chosen it. I should also mention that I have not been acquainted with The New Inquiry but that should not prejudice you one way or the other. It is N+1 that I am here to praise. (Coincidentally I have about as much of a clue about what “N+1” stands for as I do about “penumbra”.)

I am not sure when I took out a sub to N+1 but it has been at least a year ago. I made a personal connection with the magazine after one of its co-editors, a 43-year-old Russian-born novelist named Keith Gessen, invited me to a film showing about the Russian new left that included remarks by Kirill Medvedev, a Russian poet and political commentator who has translated Charles Bukowski. For me that combination puts Medvedev in a class by himself and Gessen right next to him for introducing him to American audiences.

But the item that finally motivated me to write this fan letter is from the most recent issue dated Winter 2014. (The magazine is a triannual—three times a year, not every three years!) Written by Columbia University professor Bruce Robbins, “On Subaltern Studies” is the definitive riposte to Vivek Chibber’s new book “Postcolonial Theory and the Specter of Capital”. I wouldn’t read too much into this, but Jacobin gave a fawning interview to Chibber a while back.

Although I am by no means an expert on subaltern studies, I do know a thing or two about “Political Marxism”, an academic current inspired by Robert Brenner’s writings on the origins of capitalism. Chibber, a hard-core PM’er, wrote his book as an assault on thinkers associated with subaltern studies whose inability to apply PM to Indian history led them to abandon Marxism even though just about all of them consider themselves Marxists. I defer to Bruce Robbins in this instance since he knows both the subaltern studies terrain as well as the particular wing of academic Marxism that Chibbers adheres to.

Although I would never dream of violating N+1’s intellectual property rights, I doubt that the editors would mind me quoting this particularly juicy passage from Robbins’s article (the Guha referred to is a key subaltern studies scholar):

Trying to undermine Guha’s standard of comparison, Chibber disputes the sociology behind this account of both European revolutions. He argues (here I abbreviate radically) that the English Civil War was not antifeudal (because feudalism in England was already dead) but only a contest within the landed classes over absolute monarchy. And he argues that the French Revolution was not procapitalist (because no actual capitalists were present on the scene). He concedes that some seemingly progressive things happened, but they happened only thanks to uprisings from below. Chibber sees these political accomplishments as grudgingly supported by the supposed revolutionaries and in any case quickly and violently rolled back by the forces of counter-revolution. Coercion has always been a large part of the capitalist order. Consent has not been. Dominance without hegemony is the norm in both India and in Europe.

This sounds attractively universal, but it is also wrong, and what is wrong with it gets to the heart of what is wrong with Chibber’s book, and with the state of thinking about universal history. If feudalism in England had already been overthrown by 1640, when and how did that happen? Could something as large as feudalism simply disappear without causing any political commotion, without anyone noticing? Is that how the most momentous social changes tend to occur, without any revolutionary tumult, without any changes from deep within society? If so, then politics would seem to be trivial—and economics, now decoupled from it, would also find its duties as an explanatory agent much reduced. In sacrificing the causal connection between politics and economics, Chibber is selling off Marxism’s most valued asset: the power to make sense of what happens. If capitalism’s rise was not a significant cause of political events in the past, like the French Revolution, then so much the worse for Marxism as a guide to history, whether in the past or in the future.

Chibber’s understanding of European history seems to take place in a vacuum; his account of the contemporary world suffers from a similar blind spot. He does not even try to account for the Great Divergence between capitalism in the style of IKEA and capitalism in the style of Rana Plaza. The question of what is specific about capitalism in the East is not posed until page 290 of a 296-page book. As for the West, Chibber’s sole point (not an uninteresting one) is that it is less different from the East than it thinks. The West has its political liberties, he says, but even there “capitalists mobilize all available means to increase their power in the organization of work.” This is true, but those means are not universally available, and their local unavailability is a fact of some importance. The United Automobile Workers are no longer the force in society they once were, and yet they remain strong enough to ensure that flogging does not happen on the shop floor. If, like Chibber, you insinuate that flogging on the shop floor is the universal norm, readers will suspect that you are not inspecting the premises very seriously.

If Chibber had been writing these things back in 1996, I would have certainly backed him against Robbins. That was when I was first getting up to speed on academic Marxism and developing a big grudge against anything “postal”, from postmodernism to postcolonialism (Robbins points out correctly that Chibber’s book is mistitled since his real target is subaltern studies rather than postcolonial studies, a field that Edward Said virtually invented.) That was the year of Alan Sokal’s hoax in Social Text, a journal that included articles filled with words like penumbra and that was co-edited by Bruce Robbins and Andrew Ross.

People sounding very much like Chibber were declaring war on those trendy academics on the left who rejected “Enlightenment values”, including the universalist view of history that Marxism supposedly embraces. Alan Sokal, who teaches at NYU with Chibber, was supposedly a knight on shining armor who would rescue Marxism from those who were subverting the youth with their mealy-mouthed cultural studies. It was only after having breakfast with Sokal a year or so after his hoax that I discovered that he had never read Gramsci, the main influence on subaltern studies not to speak of having never read Richard Levins and Richard Lewontin, the two most important figures on the left defending the importance of dialectics in science. Their work was featured in the same issue of Social Text that included Sokal’s hoax.

I am not exactly sure of the date but a year or so after Sokal’s hoax, Bruce Robbins debated him at NYU. This was around the time that my interest in and commitment to indigenous causes was deepening. I was still suspicious of anything remotely “postal” but felt troubled by Sokal’s dismissal of the rights of native peoples to block scientists from studying the skeletal remains of Kennewick man in the debate. He insisted that this was just another example of “local knowledge” that was an impediment to necessary scientific research. Absent from his considerations was the rights of a native people to resist encroachment on sacred ground.

In many ways, the attempt to amalgamate Marxism with the Enlightenment can only be done by selling Marx short. Marx was not really an enlightenment thinker. He borrowed from the French materialists but with the goal of defining a totally new approach to economics, politics, and society. Finally, it is important to recognize that there is nothing in Marx or Engels’s publications (as opposed to their private letters) that comes close to the ugliness of key Enlightenment thinkers:

Montesquieu is correct in his judgment that the weakheartedness that makes death so terrifying to the Indian or the Negro also makes him fear many things other than death that the European can withstand. The Negro slave from Guinea drowns himself if he is to be forced into slavery. The Indian women burn themselves. The Carib commits suicide at the slightest provocation. The Peruvian trembles in the face of an enemy, and when he is led to death, he is ambivalent, as though it means nothing. His awakened imagination, however, also makes him dare to do something, but the heat of the moment is soon past and timidity resumes its old place again…

The inhabitant of the temperate parts of the world, above all the central part, has a more beautiful body, works harder, is more jocular, more controlled in his passions, more intelligent than any other race of people in the world. That is why at all points in time these peoples have educated the others and controlled them with weapons. The Romans, Greeks, the ancient Nordic peoples, Genghis Khan, the Turks, Tamurlaine, the Europeans after Columbus’s discoveries, they have all amazed the southern lands with their arts and weapons.

–Immanuel Kant, Political Geography

December 10, 2013

The Hollywoodization of the Heartland

Filed under: Film — louisproyect @ 4:52 pm

With the annual awards meeting of New York Film Critics Online (NYFCO) on Sunday, December 8th, I feel like I am cramming for a final exam made all the more daunting by my failure to have done any homework the entire year. In my case, the homework was the Hollywood movies that my colleagues cover methodically while I am off tracking down obscure neorealist fiction films from the global semi-periphery or snarling Marxist documentaries. My job is made easier by the buckets of screeners the studios begin sending me as a member of NYFCO in mid-November, most of which I hurl into the garbage can after 15 minutes or so. This year the discards include “Bling Ring” and “Spring Breakers”, which now that I think about it might have come in under the five-minute mark. In fact I might have hit “eject” on “Spring Breakers” during the opening credits.

Perhaps as a function of the grim economic reality, the studios have put their muscle behind two films that depart from the sort of vacuous escapism that most moviegoers dote on. They are “Out of the Furnace” that opens this week at better movie theaters everywhere and “Nebraska” that has been around for a few weeks. While the reviews for “Out of the Furnace” have been mixed (64 percent “fresh” on Rotten Tomatoes, where my reviews appear), “Nebraska” is right up there with other Oscar contenders, registering a 91 percent “fresh” on Rotten Tomatoes.

Critics generally view the two films as being cut from the same cloth as John Steinbeck or Woody Guthrie. A.O. Scott of the N.Y. Times describes “Nebraska” as depicting “a small-town America that is fading, aging and on the verge of giving up…blighted by envy, suspicion and a general failure of good will. Hard times are part of the picture, and so are hard people.”

full: http://www.counterpunch.org/2013/12/10/the-hollywoodization-of-the-heartland/

December 9, 2013

Seymour Hersh and the Bad News Bears

Filed under: journalism,Syria — louisproyect @ 9:42 pm

Seymour Hersh’s interns

From today’s Democracy Now:

AMY GOODMAN: Why did the piece appear in the London Review of Books and not in your traditional place where you publish, in The New Yorker or, as it was expected to appear, in The Washington Post, with Executive Editor Marty Baron saying the sourcing in the article didn’t meet the Post’s standards?

SEYMOUR HERSH: Well, that’s what he told me in an—or one of his editors said in an email, after the story, when it had been, I thought, scheduled to run for a few weeks, was—and, you know, he’s—look, he’s the boss. He’s a rational, good editor, and he’s entitled to say it didn’t meet—the information I got is that it didn’t meet the standards of The Washington Post. And I respect that. He’s no fool, you know, and I don’t know the guy, but everything I heard about him is that he’s a very competent editor. I know people that worked with him when he was that the L.A. Times, which he was. And so, I don’t begrudge an editor to say what he wants. You know, look, people like me, we really wear out welcomes very quickly. You know, sometimes you get tired of reporters coming in and saying, you know, the sky is always black, and it’s not sunny. And that’s what we do. So, investigative reporters, we have a very short shelf life. You know, we’re the Bad News Bears.

2013 New York Film Critics Online awards

Filed under: Film — louisproyect @ 3:48 pm

Yesterday New York Film Critics Online (NYFCO) voted for the 2013 awards. The winners are in bold. My choices are just below the winners. As you can gather, I loved “All is Lost”.

FILM

12 Years a Slave

All is Lost

DIRECTOR

Alfonso Cuarón(Gravity)

J.C. Chandor (All is Lost)

ACTOR

Chiwetel Ejiofor (12 Years a Slave)

Robert Redford (All is Lost)

ACTRESS

Cate Blanchett (Blue Jasmine)

Waad Mohammed (Wadjda)

SCREENPLAY

Her (Spike Jonze)

All is Lost

CINEMATOGRAPHY

Gravity (Emmanuel Lubezki)

All is Lost

SUPPORTING ACTOR

Jared Leto (Dallas Buyers Club)

Tahar Rahim (The Past)

SUPPORTING ACTRESS

Lupita Nyong’o (12 Years a Slave)

Melissa Leo (Prisoners)

ENSEMBLE CAST

American Hustle

Mud

FOREIGN LANGUAGE

Blue is the Warmest Color

A Touch of Sin

DOCUMENTARY

The Act of Killing

The Square

ANIMATED FEATURE

The Wind Rises

The Wind Rises

DEBUT AS DIRECTOR

Ryan Coogler (Fruitvale Station)

Haifaa al-Mansour (The Square)

USE OF MUSIC

Inside Llewyn Davis (T. Bone Burnett)

All is Lost

BREAKTHROUGH PERFORMANCE

Adèle Exarchopoulos (Blue is the Warmest Color)

Matthew McConaughey (Dallas Buyer’s Club)

TOP ELEVEN PICTURES

12 Years a Slave

Before Midnight

Blue is the Warmest Color

Dallas Buyers Club

Gravity

Her

Inside Llewyn Davis

Nebraska

Philomena

Prisoners

The Wolf of Wall Street

I do recommend “Prisoners” and “Dallas Buyers Club”. I thought that “Gravity” was okay, but totally over-hyped. I hated “Inside Llewyn Davis” and “Nebraska”, and got bored with “Her”. I plan to see “12 Years a Slave” this week. I expect to hate it since I hate McQueen.

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