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God and Man at Manchaca

February 28th, 2008 by Bradley Denton

Consider it done. 

I do not speak ill of the dead.

Or at least not the newly dead.

Joseph McCarthy, for example, has been gone long enough (he died in 1957, a year before I was born) that I have no qualms about describing him as a foul drunkard who indulged a paranoid, psychotic need to persecute and bully by cloaking it in false patriotism. Nor do I have any qualms about asserting that this description is overly generous.

But William F. Buckley, Jr., who defended McCarthy in 1954′s McCarthy and His Enemies, died only yesterday (February 27, 2008).

So I’ll not speak ill of Mr. Buckley.

Instead, I’ll just describe one of the three instances in which Mr. Buckley’s life almost-but-not-quite-and-not-really intersected with mine – with no purpose other than to illustrate what a strange universe it must be that would allow even the slightest of connections between the right-wing, Ivy-League likes of Mr. Buckley and the labor-union-joining, State-School likes of me.

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National Review, the conservative magazine that Mr. Buckley founded, published an article by James Bowman in its October 18, 1993 issue entitled “The Uses of Abuse.” This article’s premise can be gleaned from the following two passages (the first from the article’s second paragraph, the second from its final paragraph):

. . . Now deviancy is taken to be the norm and everybody is a case history, or aspires to be. People carry, as if strapped to their backs, sacks full of traumas that they can take out and compare with those of their acquaintances. It is our equivalent of the eighteenth-century fad of carrying around snuff boxes. And so great is the craving for traumas and histories of abuse that literature has taken up the challenge of helping supply it. Ours is a more unhealthy habit than snuff-taking. For the thrill that we get from sniffing around child abuse, drunkenness, domestic violence, and so forth has an extra kick to it because so much of modern art and literature has taught us to see these things as the “reality” which all the amenities of life only serve to mask.

. . . Rubbish! We are not morally determined; sin is not reducible to sickness. . . . Even mystifiers of moral disorder like Fussell and L’Heureux [Paul Fussell and John L’Heureux, two of the novelists Mr. Bowman’s article excoriates] must recognize this in practice, since neither, so far as anyone knows, has been irresistibly tempted to gas or burn anyone. The only thing they are guilty of is the pretense of belief in their own, hidden Satanic qualities as a way of advancing the agenda of one sort or another of leftism and its assault on patriarchy, on tradition, on families, on free will, and on individual responsibility.

Got that? If an author writes a story in which abuse engenders further abuse, that author is a pandering Commie pornographer bent on destroying all that is good and pure. (This is a loose translation, but I think that’s the gist of it. Then again, I went to a state school, so what do I know?)

The connection to Yours Truly? Well, about three-quarters of the way through the article, Mr. Bowman dispatches me with a flick of his right wrist:

. . . Take, for example, Kathryn Harrison’s Exposure (Random House), which dwells upon the effects in later life of a girl’s being photographed in erotic dishabille by her highly artistic father (she becomes a junkie and a shoplifter), or Bradley Denton’s Blackburn (St. Martin’s), about a boy who becomes disillusioned with the entire adult world because of his father’s beating of himself and his mother (he becomes a serial killer). Again and again the same formula is repeated: real fictional characters are turned into psychological automata. The determinist subtext is another way of insisting on the generalization of violence and the diffusion of blame.

Needless to say, I am of the (admittedly biased) opinion that Mr. Bowman completely missed the point of my novel. But then, after reading “The Uses of Abuse,” I am also of the (admittedly biased) opinion that Mr. Bowman couldn’t read his way out of a wet Happy Meal bag.

And I feel confident that this is the only time the name “Bradley Denton” has ever appeared, or will ever appear, in the pages of William F. Buckley, Jr.’s National Review.

Posted in Brad, Dammit!, History, Labor Relations, People, Politics, Pop. Culture, reading, Religion, Sin | 8 Comments »

8 Responses

  1. Caroline Spector Says:

    I’ll speak ill of the dead.

    William F. Buckley has been credited with being the architect of modern conservatism, leading to the election of Ronald Reagan and the two Bush bags.

    No doubt he dines in hell with Satan this evening.

  2. Steven Gould Says:

    I won’t speak ill of him. I’ll let his own words do it:

    “The central question that emerges…is whether the White community in the South is entitled to take such measures as are necessary to prevail, politically and culturally, in areas where it does not predominate numerically? The sobering answer is Yes—the White community is so entitled because, for the time being, it is the advanced race.”
    —William F. Buckley, National Review, August 24, 1957

    (as seen over at Making Light.)

  3. Patrick Nielsen Hayden Says:

    The Coincidence Matrix is strong here. Kathryn Harrison was the prior tenant of our previous Brooklyn apartment; it’s where she wrote the book reviewed alongside yours.

  4. Bob Says:

    A hagiographic eulogy in The Philadelphia Enquirer ends with the line:

    “God better have his dictionary handy.”

    I’m thinking it’s more likely Satan is waiting with a Scrabble set.

  5. Madeleine Robins Says:

    If the best Buckley had to recommend him was a ferocious vocabulary, that’s not so much. It’s not how many words you know, it’s how you use them. He used words to shore up morally equivocal–or downright indefensible–positions, to eviscerate others, and to bully the less “advanced.” As a fan of language, that appalls me.

    Anyone can use a dictionary.

  6. Caroline Spector Says:

    Well, I wasn’t going to say this but . . . just because you have a huge vocabulary, it doesn’t mean you’re not a shitbag.

  7. Paula Helm Murray Says:

    Well spoken all. Since his death I’ve heard people I thought better of (Charlie Rose) sing his praises as well as others. I usually only caught the first few words, because anything that raises my blood pressure makes me change the channel quickly.

    Shitbag is a good word, Caroline.

  8. Michael R. Bernstein Says:

    I keep hoping someone will give Buckley the Hunter-S-Thompson-Eulogizing-Nixon treatment:
    http://www.theatlantic.com/unbound/graffiti/crook.htm

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