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The Unspeakable and Unshowable: 'The Story of Temple Drake'
MICHAEL BARRETT

11 Feb 2020

Miriam Hopkins in The Story of Temple Drake (1933) (IMDB)



If you had seen The Story of Temple Drake in 1933 -- which would have been your last chance to see it for decades -- you would have known that Paramount didn't dare name the notorious novel it was based upon.



THE STORY OF TEMPLE DRAKE
STEPHEN ROBERTS

Criterion

3 December 2019
OTHER

The opening credits of The Story of Temple Drake inform you that it's scripted by Oliver H.P. Garrett "from a novel by William Faulkner" without telling you its name. If you're scratching your head, it's the 1931 bestseller Sanctuary. If you had seen this movie in 1933 -- which would have been your last chance to see it for decades -- you would have known that Paramount didn't dare name the notorious novel, and that some states and venues refused outright to show a film derived from such sordid and scandalous material.

Over 85 years later, Criterion brings a glittering restoration to Blu-ray, and the general public has another chance to see what the fuss was about. In today's context, it's a lively and vivid pre-Code melodrama that relies on two qualities: the performance of Miriam Hopkins, and the absolutely gorgeous photography by Karl Struss, master of German Expressionism.


The film opens in a courtroom in a town of the American South called Dixon. The young court-appointed defense attorney, Stephen Benbow (William Gargan), jumps up to object to the judge's prejudicial summation. Sitting behind Benbow in a tight three-shot is a black man in undistinguished work clothes. We may well conclude that he's Benbow's client and that he hasn't got a chance. It's a subtle detail that tells us something about social context, and it's gone in the flash of an edit.

A detail lingered on a bit longer is in the next scene, where Benbow is being encouraged by a different judge, Judge Drake (Sir Guy Standing), to stop beating his head against brick walls for his clients. As the judge speaks, he produces a liquor bottle and pours himself a drink. This is one of those details much clearer to the 1933 audience than today, for Prohibition wasn't formally repealed until the end of that year, so it was still in effect. In other words, the judge is shown casually violating the law.

As critic Imogen Sara Smith points out in an extra, the villainous bootlegger who will be introduced later in the movie may well be the judge's supplier, thus decisively linking the supposedly upstanding and most powerful elements of society with the criminal low-lifes long before they'll be linked by our heroine, the judge's granddaughter Temple Drake (Miriam Hopkins). This is her social context, an already corrupt and predatory one through which she glides, respectable and untouchable.

The judge and Benbow discuss the fact that she's turned down Benbow's marriage proposal, and we quickly learn from a montage of town gossip and from her own behavior that this child of privilege thoughtlessly strings along many men and is considered a tease. She tells Benbow, "man to man", that she's got two personalities at war inside herself, and that she refuses his proposal because she thinks too much of him and wishes to spare him from her own demons.

Things literally take a dark turn that night when a drunken semi-boyfriend (William Collier Jr.) turns over their car in a forest road on the way to a bootlegger's hang-out in a falling-down Gothic plantation. They're hardly injured but are roped into the grim festivities, where every leering man makes a play for the frightened Temple, who's soaking wet because a thunderstorm is bursting around them for punctuation amid the slatted Expressionist shadows and other unholy lighting effects. In one bravura shot, the screen goes black except for the tip of a cigarette.

The other actor who makes an impression besides Hopkins is Jack La Rue as Trigger, as scary and affect-less an amoral gangster ever to grace early 1930s cinemas. He and Hopkins are often presented in competing close-ups staring straight into the camera, which alternately adopts their subjective positions as his sheer physical presence dominates her.




Jack La Ru as Trigger (IMDB)

The whole plantation sequence is extremely menacing and discomfiting, thanks to the photography, the performances, and the direction of Stephen Roberts, who has introduced the camera's forward mobility from the very first shot and maintained it consistently while keeping a firm hold on his actors.

Comes the dawn, and viewers may think Temple Drake has managed to escape the night's queasy threats. Unfortunately, as she sleeps in a barn of more latticed criss-crossing shadows, her real troubles begin in what's really a kind of horror sequence that also includes a death. The movie has transmogrified from a small-town social study to an Old Dark House thriller in which the worst happens. In the liner notes, Geoffrey O'Brien states that here, at least, "the film hews very closely to Faulkner's text, with uncanny results. If the film had not been taken out of circulation, this extended sequence would doubtless have long since been acknowledged as a peak of early-thirties filmmaking."

The subtle presence of corncobs behind Temple's head is a nod to one of the novel's unsavory details that couldn't be filmed or even mentioned, although it must be added that Garrett's script changes many details -- for the better, according to critic Mick LaSalle's extra. For example, the implication that Temple falls in love with a rapist (not the impotent corncob man but yet another character) is nowhere to be found in this movie, where Temple gives every impression of being paralyzed into submission by her situation.

Then a near-catatonic Temple is whisked off to what seems to be a brothel. A lot more happens in this 70-minute movie before a dramatic courtroom scene finally provides catharsis in a manner very different from the novel, which includes a lynching.

Rape (like lynching) was a topic almost entirely avoided in mainstream Hollywood cinema. After the Production Code crackdown of 1934, it became an even more invisible topic as a violation of taste and decency -- and to avoid boycotts and public condemnation. This pre-Code film is therefore among the very few studio era talkies to make it a central theme. The next example would be Jean Negulesco's also controversial Johnny Belinda (1948), for which Jane Wyman won an Oscar as a deaf-mute woman who literalizes the unmentionable nature of the act


Miriam Hopkins as Temple Drake (Criterion)

It's significant that Negulesco directed that, for this young Romanian-born painter was just breaking into films in the early '30s when he was commissioned to sketch storyboards for the crucial rape scene in The Story of Temple Drake, in order to provide an idea of how such a topic could be filmed in a manner acceptable to censors. His vivid boards are shown in an extra, and he too was clearly influenced by German Expressionism. Looking at the art, cinematographer John Bailey makes the connection with the woodcuts of Kathe Kollwitz. Thus, we can trace a direct line between German Expressionism, the 1933 movie, the 1948 movie, and Ida Lupino's independent take on the same topic in Outrage (1950).


The film was considered so sordid that it was impossible to reissue after 1934 and it basically vanished until a 2011 restoration by the Museum of Modern Art. Today, as Smith points out, it comes across as a serious drama, not a salacious or scandalous one, and a film predicated on Hopkins' many-shaded performance as she matures from an airhead with thoughtful undercurrents to a woman humiliated and enraged.

Temple is afraid of the scandal that comes with telling the truth (an element that hasn't dated, unfortunately), and one crucial decision of the screenplay is to make it her own choice to testify after Benbow loses his nerve at the last moment. She has to find the nerve for him and herself, and thus she reclaims control over the narrative of her life.

Hopkins, an epitome of elegance and intelligence, took lots of ballsy pre-Code chances, as witness her work in Rouben Mamoulian's Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1931) and Ernst Lubitsch's The Smiling Lieutenant (1931), Trouble in Paradise (1932) and Design for Living (1933). Wikipedia's article on The Story of Temple Drake quotes her on the role, as reported in Allan R. Ellenberger's Miriam Hopkins: Life and Films of a Hollywood Rebel (2017, University Press of Kentucky), in which she stated, "That Temple Drake, now, there was a thing. Just give me a nice un-standardized wretch like Temple three times a year! Give me the complex ladies, and I'll interpret the daylights out of them."

Today's viewers may also reasonably ask who the heck is Stephen Roberts and why haven't we heard of such a fine director? The answer is that although he directed more than 100 films, they were all shorts until he started features in the early talkies. He died suddenly 1936 at only 40-years-old. He followed The Story of Temple Drake with the beautiful, bittersweet, wistful pre-Code character study One Sunday Afternoon (1933) with Gary Cooper and Fay Wray, which spawned two significantly different remakes by Raoul Walsh. We can only wonder what would have become of Roberts' career.





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Throbbing Gristle Sounded Only Half Alive on 'Part Two: The Endless Not'

10 Feb 2020

Photo: Paul Heartfield / Courtesy of Mute Records

The promised new album emerged in 2007 mashing together an EP's worth of new Throbbing Gristle, four outtakes from the band members' solo work, and two songs hanging around since their reformation in 2004.


PART TWO: THE ENDLESS NOT
THROBBING GRISTLE

Mute

December 2019

The blizzard of activity in 2004 — the TG+ box-set, the one disc introduction to the band's music The Taste of TG, the TG Now EP, the Re-TG show and then the festival appearance and accompanying live record closing out the year — all seemed to herald a renewed hustle and bustle in the Throbbing Gristle camp. Instead, there was a single performance in mid-2005, then a two night stand in Berlin marking New Year's Eve/Day, a 15-month hiatus before returning to a stage, and substantial delays before a promised album of new material finally appeared in April 2007. Unfortunately, the apparent lack of enthusiasm for the prolongation of Throbbing Gristle's existence also mars that record — Part Two: The Endless Not.

For a start, despite only being ten songs long, the album is disrupted by the inclusion of one self-penned effort from each Throbbing Gristle member. The idea had worked on 1978's D.O.A. because the band was the core entity through which everyone's energies were channeled, and the results meshed with the overall vibe of the record. Here in the mid-2000s, Throbbing Gristle existed as a temporary realignment of four very different musical paths, so these solo works contribute to an air of incoherence. That's not to say that the songs in question — "Separated", "Above the Below", "After the Fall", or "The Worm Waits Its Turn" — are bad. They're all exceedingly high class. The issue is that they all sound like castoffs from other projects and have nothing to do with how the music composed by the whole band sounds. There's a feeling that everyone involved was trying to bulk up this release to album length to minimize the amount of time they needed to spend composing in one another's company.

A further distraction, if one had caught TG Now or Live December 2004, was that there are two songs reprised from those releases and they're wedged alongside one another like a hiatus in the middle of the record. To its credit, the ultimate iteration of "Almost a Kiss" feels fuller, less tentative, compared to the version on TG Now. A cleaner sounding take, the vocal effects have been pruned and the skittish undercurrents silenced in favor of a lush backdrop of swaying synthesized strings, woozy choral chanting and that xylophone rhythm, with P-Orridge's voice pushed even more to the fore. The merits of the song more than justify its place. "Greasy Spoon", by contrast, sounds inferior to the live rendition, plodding its way for close on ten minutes across a landscape of haphazardly scattered sonic adornments, with a core rhythm that never interacts with or acknowledges the presence of any other element.

Aside from the solo compositions and the reiterations, there are only four new Throbbing Gristle songs on the album. What's frustrating is they all suggest precisely the glorious potential that the band hinted at in 2004. The album opener, "Vow of Silence", tears from the speakers hacking P-Orridge's voice up until it resembles the trill of a car alarm or a modem malfunction, then rams a chainsaw of guitar right through the instrumental. It's the earache many had been hoping for from the moment Throbbing Gristle stepped back into the spotlight.

The industrial lounge ambiance of "Rabbit Snare" sees P-Orridge at h/er disquieting best, whispering stalker come-ons in a tone creepily devoid of conscience. Similarly, the musical mood manages to evoke something comfortable and safe, then sours it. The piano staggers a little too unpredictably; Tutti's cornet playing strangles every incomplete phrase; a distant backdrop of soft howls and yells surges and retreats; a Hammond organ solo feels simultaneously out of place and so SO right. "Lyre Liar" is gloriously horrible with P-Orridge sounding like a person staked out in the desert, intoning a last hateful accusation from vocal cords turned to leather. "Endless Not" is a colder presence in which samples knife the air, machinery whirs into life, competing beats make war against one other destabilizing the whole structure.

The album cover features a shot of Mount Kailash, a place of multiple meanings depending on religious persuasion or worldly context, implying some attempt to frame the album perhaps as the simultaneous coexistence of fragmentation and unity. Ultimately though, the album really could do with a more substantial identity, something pulling it together and establishing its presence. Instead, it feels disjointed, like there's nothing these people can say to each other, let alone say to us. It isn't simply a bad album. The solo works are all effective but belong somewhere else, the band songs are all effective, but there are too few of them to carry an album-length experience. That's what's frustrating. There's so much promise when the band has an idea — as on "Vow of Silence" — and put in the work to execute it succinctly. In the end, it does provide one answer to the question: why TG Now in the 21st century? Answer: why (Endless) Not? The joke is on anyone who expected an answer that wasn't another question, or an unambiguous grand statement or conventional reformation. Throbbing Gristle were always a funny band. Ha. Ha. Ha

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Journalist Desmond Cole Confronts Canada's Anti-Black Racism
BLACK HISTORY MONTHHANS ROLLMANN
09 Feb 2020

In The Skin We're In, Canadian journalist Desmond Cole reveals the shocking scale of racism in a country that prefers to look the other way.



THE SKIN WE'RE IN: A YEAR OF BLACK RESISTANCE AND POWER
DESMOND COLE


Doubleday Canada

January 2020
OTHER

Talking with Americans about Canada's problems is always a tough prospect.

Well, whatever the problem, it's not as bad as things here, the American will inevitably respond.

Not the least of those problems shared by both countries is anti-Black racism. Canadian journalist Desmond Cole's new book The Skin We're In: A Year of Black Resistance and Power is a masterpiece of reporting on racism that will hopefully bury once and for all the misguided sentiment that things are better in Canada.


He addresses the point head-on: the inevitable juxtaposition with the United States serves not only as an excuse but a warning, a double-headed white-washed repartee with a menacing subtext.

"This idea that Canada's racial injustices are not as bad as they could be – this notion of slavery lite, of racism lite, of what my friend calls the 'toy version of racism' – is a very Canadian way of saying 'remember what we could do to you if we wanted to,'" Cole writes. "Passive-aggressive racism is central to Canada's national mythology and identity. White supremacy warns Black people against setting our own standards and pursuing dreams that stray too far from the global atmosphere of anti-blackness."


As a journalist, Cole's personal and professional encounters with anti-Black racism are well-known in Canada. A prolific journalist, his popular column in the Toronto Star regularly tackled issues of race. He resigned from that paper in 2017 after facing pressure to write less on the topic, and following editors' criticisms about his actions as a community activist. (He was arrested during a protest at a Toronto Police Services Board meeting that year.) His book describes these incidents in revealing detail, as well as the hypocrisy involved in editors pushing back on a Black journalist in a way they never do when it comes to white writers.


Other high-profile (white) activists were regularly given columns in the paper – Naomi Klein and Craig and Marc Kielburger, for example. One of his colleagues at the paper had written about an environmental demonstration she participated in, and The Star even defended her from critics. White women journalists had built notable careers by wedding their feminist activism with their reporting for the paper around issues such as reproductive rights, childcare and social services. In a manner that echoes the experience of trans journalist Lewis Raven Wallace, who was fired from his job at Marketplace in 2017, and the BBC's Naga Munchetty in 2019 (and doubtless others as well), the incident reveals that certain types of activism are perfectly acceptable and condoned in mainstream media, and others are not.

"But the Star wasn't concerned that I was breaking the rules," Cole explains in his book. "They objected to how I was breaking them. I was…entirely too Blackety-Black for bow-tie man and his newspaper. The Star wanted my profile but not my voice, my 'diversity' but not my blackness."

Cole's personal experience is revealing, but hardly the most horrific of the events recounted in The Skin We're In. The book's clever structure takes the experience of a single year – 2017 – and uses it as a point of entry to examining Canada's enduring and ongoing legacy of anti-Black racism. Cole selects an episode that occurred in each month of that year, and then explores it through a combination of historical analysis, investigatory research, and straightforward reportage. His selection of subject matter allows a vantage into the diverse range of anti-Black racism in Canada, from horrifying cases of police brutality to systemic policy discrimination against Black children, immigrants, and refugees to the country.


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From Carding to Beatings

Targeted police violence against Black people and communities in Canada has a long history; Cole's former paper, The Star, made important headway in revealing the scale and extent of 'carding', a Canadian innovation on US stop-and-frisk practices, which saw the Toronto Police Services amass an immense database on Black residents, regardless of whether they had committed crimes or not.

It's impossible for anyone to live in a city such as Toronto and not witness the types of racism Cole describes. I'll never forget the first time I witnessed carding, when I lived in the city. It was late afternoon on a Saturday, and I was walking through a fairly upscale Toronto neighbourhood with a friend. We were on our way to a punk show downtown, and had put tremendous effort into looking as mean and punk as possible: ripped pants, obscene band t-shirts, black army caps, garish hair, and I'm sure other horrifying fashion faux pas.

We paused at a park and were rambunctiously playing on the swings when I saw a police car approach. I naturally assumed they were coming to have a chat with us, but no. They saw but totally ignored us (who were white), and instead stopped an elderly bespectacled, grey-haired Black gentleman walking down the road in the opposite direction. So far as respectability goes, he was the stark opposite of us. He was wearing a distinguished-looking business coat and carrying an expensive-looking leather briefcase – probably an academic, or perhaps a businessperson. They got right in his face, surrounded him, and proceeded to brusquely demand IDs and carded the man, who looked for all the world like a grandfatherly professor. Astonished, I briefly locked eyes with the elderly gentleman, and will never forget the look of resigned frustration in his eyes as he politely cooperated with the angry demands of the gun-toting cops.

Carding and other systemic injustices play a prominent role in Cole's book, but so do harrowing cases of police brutality. The case of Dafonte Miller is a case in point, and occupies a key chapter in the book. Miller, a 19-year-old resident of the town of Whitby, near Toronto, was with two of his friends when they walked past an open garage in which Michael Theriault, an off-duty Toronto police officer and his brother Christian were smoking and drinking beer. According to Miller, the beer-swilling off-duty officer called out to the three boys and demanded they identify themselves and their reason for being in the neighbourhood. When they refused to answer, the two brothers chased them down, caught Miller and beat him horrifically with a metal pipe.


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They broke his nose and left orbital bone, dislodged his left eye from its socket, fractured his wrist and bruised his ribs; he later lost an eye as a result of the injuries. The boy managed to call 911 during the assault, but Theriault told the dispatcher he was an officer and had arrested Miller. The officers from the local Durham Regional Police Force, when they arrived, proceeded to charge the bleeding and broken boy with an array of charges, handcuffed and arrested him. Contrary to provincial legislation, neither the Durham Police Force nor the Toronto Police Services contacted the Special Investigations Unit, which is supposed to be called to investigate cases involving significant injury or death. In a ludicrous twist, one of the multiple and contradictory reasons later given for this by the Toronto police was that because the officer never identified himself as a police officer to the victim, it wasn't within their mandate to investigate.

Eventually, Miller's family obtained legal assistance and their lawyer broke the story; the two brothers were charged and the trial took place in late 2019 with a decision expected sometime this year. In the meantime, their father, a Toronto police detective, was also placed under investigation for interference in the investigation into his sons' actions.

The Miller case is horrific, but only one of many in Canada's sorry legacy of police violence against Black communities. Another case Cole explores is that of Abdirahman Abdi, a Somali-Canadian with known mental health issues who was killed by Ottawa police in July 2016. Following a complaint from a coffee shop owner, police tracked Abdi down and tried to arrest him, but he fled. Two officers caught him outside his apartment, pepper-sprayed him and proceeded to beat him to death. They would later claim he died of a heart attack due to a precondition. Horrified witnesses video-taped the killing.

After the fatal beating, officers handcuffed Abdi and chatted with each other rather than trying to administer first aid. They eventually called paramedics, without indicating that the situation was serious. Media investigations later revealed at least one of the officers had a previous history of violence against Black men. Constable Daniel Montsion was eventually charged with manslaughter, and the trial is ongoing.

Tragically, these cases are far from exceptional. A 2018 study by the Ontario Human Rights Commission revealed that Black residents were more likely to be killed or injured by police than white residents of the city.

"While black people made up only 8.8 per cent of Toronto's population in 2016, the report found they were involved in seven out of 10 cases of fatal shootings by police during the latter period. It found that black people (and specifically black men) were overrepresented in everything from investigations into use of force and sexual assault by police, to inappropriate or unjustified searches and charges," reported Molly Hayes for the Globe and Mail. Cole cites and discusses several of these other cases in his book as well.

Organized White Supremacy


One of the points Cole raises is the increasingly structured nature of racist organizing in Canada. When Abdi's killer was put under investigation and charged, police associations across Canada mobilized with fundraisers and solidarity support for the officer.

"Police across Canada, and their supporters, felt comfortable paying for the privilege of wearing an accused killer's ID number on their wrists," writes Cole, of a wristband solidarity initiative. "Police understand that their ability to enact violence with impunity is the defining feature of their job. They know that if one officer's use of force can be criminalized, all officers' ability to use force indiscriminately is at risk, and they will stop at nothing to protect that power."

It's not just the police. Cole also discusses the case of Canada's disgraced Canadian Airborne Regiment, which was disbanded after whistleblowers revealed their torture and murder of innocent Somali citizens during a 'peacekeeping' mission in that country in 1993. What was never adequately addressed, Cole notes, was the impunity with which neo-nazi and racist organizations had been allowed to organize at military bases, and which preliminary investigations into the affair revealed. The issue has come under recent scrutiny as well, following media revelations of multiple chapters of white supremacist organization the Proud Boys within the Canadian Armed Forces.

"Canadians still don't understand the extent of the white supremacist organizing our government uncovered within the military twenty-five years ago," writes Cole. And it has never really gone away.

Racism and Pride

Cole's book covers a lot of ground, and offers an expansive introduction to anti-Black racism in Canada, yet the extent of the problem is such that even he can only scratch the surface. Importantly, he acknowledges the intersection of anti-Black racism with other forms of racism and discrimination. He devotes an important chapter to the incredible work of Black Lives Matter – Toronto (BLM-TO), which has been organizing since 2014 but came to international prominence in 2016. The same year it was designated an "honored group" by Pride Toronto, it shut down the city's annual Pride Parade until Pride Toronto organizers acquiesced to a list of demands (a commitment which Pride Toronto's Executive Director recanted the next day).

BLM-TO's actions during the Pride Parade have been fiercely debated ever since -- particularly as they helped to spark an international debate about the role of police and corporatization in Pride. Yet as Cole reveals, their action was rooted within a lengthy and ongoing struggle for space and recognition by Black queer and trans people in Toronto Pride.

"Black queer and trans people challenged the increasing corporatization of Pride while also resisting their marginalization and exclusion by white queer and trans communities," he writes. He offers the historical context most media coverage omitted: the repeatedly disrespectful and second-rate treatment of Black queer events like Blockorama (organized by Blackness Yes!) by Toronto Pride. Toronto police, meanwhile, have not only failed to deploy meaningful actions to investigate or prevent the murders of Black trans women in the city, but continued to raid queer bathhouses as recently as 2000, and then sought to enter the parade driving prison busses bedecked in pink with "stop bullying" banners.

BLM-TO's protest was accompanied by nine demands, which came "from more than three decades of struggle among Black queer people for recognition and support at Pride…BLM-TO and allies used their disruption to highlight the struggles of Indigenous peoples, South Asian people, and deaf people, and to demand better supports for them," writes Cole. Removal of police floats from the parade was only one of those demands, despite its being the one most media fixated on. This coverage – and the affront displayed by mostly white commentators who spoke and wrote against the BLM-TO action – "sought to completely rewrite the history of Pride – a revolt against the hateful policing of queer people – as a non-descript celebration of 'inclusion,'" he explains.

Indigenous Solidarity

Queer and trans folk are not the only group whose struggle against violent policing has intersected with the struggle against anti-Black racism, Cole reminds readers.

"It has taken me most of my life to even grasp the connection between my struggle as a Black Canadian and the struggle of Indigenous peoples on these stolen territories," he writes. "My ancestors and the Indigenous people…have a critical common experience: both were oppressed by a group whose legacy is so unquestioned today that we usually don't even name it. But someone had to compel Indigenous peoples here to sign treaties to 'share' their land and resources, and someone had to build a slave post on Bunce Island in Sierra Leone and force my ancestors onto slave ships."

That "someone" is white settlers and colonizers, of course. Cole devotes space in his book to exploring state persecution of Indigenous peoples, and to the relationship between policing practices that target Indigenous peoples and those targeting Black residents.

What they both have in common, of course, is the protection of white supremacy.

"The modern incarnation of whiteness resists exposure and definition – white supremacy thrives in large part by avoiding being named or identified…White has been celebrated and defended more overtly at other times in history, but today whiteness is often about endless disavowal. Whiteness pretends to forget its own name when called, and refuses to acknowledge its desire for dominance. White supremacy keeps stepping on your toes while insisting it was an accident," he writes.

And of course, when white supremacy is called out, it defends itself by trying to juxtapose its own violence against the purported violence of those it exploits and oppresses.

"When confronted with its own violence, whiteness simply flips the script. I know you are but what am I? Whiteness can rhyme off the sins of blackness even as it resists any collective agency or responsibility for itself. So long as the spectre of blackness looms largest, whatever whiteness is doing cannot be so bad, or at least can't be worth mentioning."

Cole, who in addition to his written work also hosts a radio news talk show in Toronto, is one of the most talented and insightful journalists working in Canada today, and his new book further cements this reputation. The Skin We're In is critically important reading for all Canadians. If it leaves white Canadians with a shaken sense of national pride, that can only be a good thing – and perhaps the first step toward confronting racism seriously and building a nation for which all Canadians truly can be proud.




Photo of Desmond Cole by © Kate Yang-Nikodym (courtesy of Doubleday Canada)

CBC Radio interview with Cole about his book: Listen here.

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Foot, Richard. "Somalia Affair". The Canadian Encyclopedia. 5 November 2018.

Gillis, Wendy. "What we learned in 10 days at the trial of Michael and Christian Theriault, accused of beating Dafonte Miller". The Star. 16 November 2019.

Hayes, Molly. "Black people more likely to be injured or killed by Toronto Police officers, report finds". The Globe and Mail. 10 December 2018.

McMillan, Elizabeth. "Military personnel in Proud Boys incident return to regular duty". CBC Canada. 31 August 2017.

Osman, Laura. "Montsion showed 'wanton' disregard for Abdi's life, Crown argues". CBC Canada. 3 January 2020.

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BLACK HISTORY MONTH
The Incendiary Life and Times of James Baldwin

CHRISTOPHER JOHN STEPHENS

04 Feb 2020

James Baldin, Hyde Park, London, 1969. [Allan Warren / Wikimedia Commons / CC BY-SA 3.0]

Bill V. Mullen's James Baldwin: Living in Fire is an important addition to the ongoing assessment and examination of a writer whose legacy remains vital to this day.


JAMES BALDWIN: LIVING IN FIRE
BILL V. MULLEN

Pluto Press

September 2019
OTHER

That James Baldwin's relationship with his home country was fraught for the bulk of his relatively brief life is an understatement. Living as a closeted black homosexual man in a country that would not pass a major Civil Rights Bill until the mid-'60s and not acknowledge the possibility of non-binary gender identification until much later, Baldwin emigrated to Paris in 1948, at the age of 24. He spent most of his life commenting on his country from afar, working and reporting on major US Civil Rights events and figures. He died on 1 December 1987, and at that point the 63-year-old African-American author's important legacy had been cemented in the canon of American literature. While he could not claim a Pulitzer or Nobel in his list of credits, his writing about race, class, politics, and sexuality was always fearless, never quiet, and it surrendered nothing.

Bill V. Mullen's James Baldwin: Living in Fire is an intense, concentrated, brief examination of Baldwin. It is less a biography and more an examination of legacy, intentions, strengths, and weaknesses, and that's in keeping with the mission of the fine Pluto Press series, "Revolutionary Lives". The idea is to reclaim from other biographers who might have "erased their [subject's] radicalism" in favor of something that might be more sanitized, more palatable for the general public. But Baldwin's mere presence on the scene as a dynamic public speaker and intellectual was considered an intense threat to many people in the white majority.

Mullen carefully navigates through Baldwin's initial blossoming as a young gay man moving to Paris in 1948 as a way to "…reconcile what he called the 'mystery' of his sexuality." Baldwin sparred with an apparently homophobic Richard Wright, a brazenly homophobic Eldridge Cleaver, all along never failing to live his own truth:


…Baldwin's famous and long periods of exile from the U.S. were also platforms to live and write a queer life…to dissect his homeland as a place that functioned to repress, depress, or destroy young black men like himself.

It's within the context of our contemporary times that Mullen's biography comes as a refreshing and welcome examination of a life powerfully and honestly lived. Years before our current climate, where discussions of identity are regularly and openly shared, Baldwin was fighting for the right to define himself within the context of how we defined femininity and masculinity. Consider this response from Baldwin during an interview with African-American lesbian poet Audre Lorde and wonder how it was processed in Ronald Reagan's hyper-masculine 1980s America:

I do not blame black men for what they are. I'm asking them to move beyond…we have to take a new look at…[how]…we fight our joint oppression…We have to begin to redefine the terms of what woman is, what man is, how we relate to each other.

This is what makes Mullen's book so powerful and important in these times, especially in the emergence of Black Lives Matter after the 2012 killing of Trayvon Martin. Ta-Nehishi Coates' Between the World and Me is a sublime extension (in style and tone) of Baldwin's 1963 text, The Fire Next Time, both impassioned letters about race and identity to the generations that would follow. Raoul Peck's 2016 documentary I Am Not Your Negro uses Samuel L. Jackson's narration of Baldwin's words, archival footage of Baldwin and many others, and source material from a project Baldwin had intended to call Remember This House to give voice to the struggles that are still happening.


Barry Jenkins' almost impossibly beautiful and heartbreaking 2018 film adaptation of Baldwin's 1974 novel, If Beale Street Could Talk, gives voice to the man's insistence that institutionalized racism within the US Penal System was as relevant then as it is now. The past is prologue to the present and a mirror reflection of the future if we don't open up and maintain a dialogue about racism and America's racist history.

In Chapter One, "Baptism by Fire: Childhood and Youth, 1924-42", Mullen introduces us to a Baldwin born in poverty, amongst many other siblings. He was devoted to a mother who would survive him by 12 years and live in a relatively comfortable stability. Baldwin hears the calling and becomes a young Pentecostal Minister, an experience that would power his 1954 debut novel Go Tell It on the Mountain. It quickly becomes clear that any reflections from Baldwin will make this biography only stronger, and Mullen uses that to his advantage. Consider this quote from Baldwin's late in life masterful essay " Freaks and the Idea of American ManhoodAmerican Manhood":

I didn't have any human value. And that was why I joined the church

Baldwin immerses himself in the works of Dickens and Henry James. One of his English teachers at New York City's DeWitt Clinton, Abel Meeropol, wrote the lyrics for what would become the blues standard, most famously sung by Billie Holiday, "Strange Fruit". Baldwin meets Beauford Delaney, a man who would have a profound influence on his life, "…the first walking living proof…that a black man could be an artist…" In late 1963, reflecting on the educational system, Baldwin would say that any Negro "…who is born in this country and undergoes the American educational system runs the risk of becoming schizophrenic."

Mullen draws from the work of previous Baldwin biographers (James Campbell and David Leeming) examining Baldwin's perspective that surviving a harsh life of "Dissidence, Disillusionment, Resistance" (title of Chapter Two) noting that his subject's affinity towards Karl Marx has heretofore been unexplored. Baldwin's politically progressive tendencies were shaped by Jewish classmates. He joined YPSL (the youth group of the Socialist Party) and gravitated towards other gay artists like poet Claude McKay and author Alaine Locke. Baldwin apparently hesitated affiliating himself with the communist Worker's Party because of "…an uneasiness about the relationship of organized politics to art…" This is a major theme that runs through most of Mullen's book, and it's a convincingly argued position. Mullen writes:

…Baldwin was seeking a systematic alternative to the world of the United States that he knew…that had nearly driven him to murder…taken his father in tubercular madness…threatening to drive him to the deepest levels of poverty…

Baldwin started making his name as a book reviewer, using his forum to "…introduce into his public writing incipient queer themes and thoughts." He moved to France in 1948 with approximately $40 in his pocket. Soon, others gravitated to him, including Truman Capote and Saul Bellow. Baldwin's excoriation of Richard Wright's Native Son, embodied by its hero Bigger Thomas, seemed to reflect a fear of the activist novel, an anger about how black identity was represented to the rest of the world:

For Baldwin, Bigger was himself a narrow, reductive stereotype of black life. 'All of Bigger's life is controlled, defined by his hatred and his fear.'

Mullen goes deeper into his question about the motivations of this young cub going after the older lions. He believes Baldwin "…was also in the process of imagining, creating, and queering new types of 'native sons'…" Mullen looks at the four themes of Baldwin's early literature: the "…historical ties of southern black migrants to the North back to the South", the difficult and restricted lives of black women, queer sexuality, and the connection between music and language. Baldwin writes a play (The Amen Corner) and connects himself with The Actor's Studio. Marlon Brando and Elia Kazan enter the picture.

Mullen notes that Baldwin's 1956 novel Giovanni's Room was a powerful and brave early depiction of an interracial homosexual relationship. Again, the bravery cost him a lot (especially increased FBI surveillance) but it has "…since been recovered as a landmark in queer writing in the U.S. and an avatar of contemporary gay literature."

Mullen continues: "…Giovanni's Room both anticipated and predicted insights from what would become queer theory…By the time the AIDS crisis reached America in the 1980s, Baldwin would be forced to become, reluctantly, a spokesperson for its devastation."

The years 1957-1963 were intense, frenetic for Baldwin. He returned to America in 1957 "...to be a witness to history, and to walk in the struggle." Baldwin works with people like Coretta Scott King on the front lines of the Civil Rights struggle in Birmingham, Alabama. Of particular note here is the passage about William Faulkner, who understandably angered Baldwin by declaring "...that if it came to a contest between the state of Mississippi and the federal government he would fight for Mississippi, 'even if it meant going out into the streets and shooting Negroes.'"

Mullen manages to tie together Baldwin's travels with his vision of making the national battle for civil rights international. Whether it was Little Rock, Paris, Algiers, or Montgomery, the struggle was real and all the participants were connected.

Mullen makes Baldwin's fears feel palpable. "I may spit on a sidewalk and vanish," Baldwin writes, and after the 1955 brutal murder of 14-year-old-African-American Emmet Till, the fear of violence against him loomed large. Relatedly Baldwin wonders about integration with his typically incisive imagery: "Do I really want to be integrated into a burning house?" Mullen carefully lays out his argument that Baldwin was a reluctant radical who didn't immediately enter the struggle, but when he did it was all or nothing. His work was only embellished and enhanced by his activism. His 1962 novel Another Country seemed to follow the notion that the personal was political, and here it was sexuality:

Primarily...the taboo is the domain of sex and race...queer, bisexual, and heterosexual impulses without ever articulating a 'position' on these questions.

Again, while the articulation might not have happened, the reader could argue that the mere act of writing this novel was the strongest political statement. As the Black Power movement came to prominence, Baldwin eventually entered the fray. He started by speaking with CORE (Congress of Racial Equality), where he promoted the idea of activists seeing themselves as agents of change while at the same time studying and learning from US history. Baldwin's connection with the Pentecostal Church seemed to provide him with a more nuanced understanding of the Nation of Islam's intense preaching of separatism and "the white devil".

On 18 February1965, Baldwin debates conservative commentator William F. Buckley at Cambridge University about the legitimacy of the American dream. He summarizes his relationship to American popular culture:

...by describing watching American movies as a child, not realizing that in the cowboy and Indian Western, 'the Indian was you.'

In Chapter 6, "Morbid Symptoms and Optimism of the Will: 1968-1979", Mullen covers Baldwin's clash with author and activist Eldridge Cleaver, their dispute was so strong that it completely severed the former's relationship with the Black Panthers. In his book Soul On Ice, Mulllen notes, Cleaver equated "...black male heterosexuality with healthy black nationalism, and queer black identity with betrayal of it...Cleaver argued...that the representation of queer relationships ...was tantamount to race treason by Baldwin."

Mullen sets out to examine Baldwin's legacy through three major themes: sexuality, racial civil rights, and police brutality. It's in this final theme that he introduces If Beale Street Could Talk, "...a somber, simmering, angry novel." A young African-American couple (Fonny, 22, and Tish, 19) find themselves deep in love in early 1970s New York City. Tish becomes pregnant, and shortly after that, Fonny gets framed for rape. The tragedy of a doomed American penal system is as relevant and resonant now as it was then:

Here, Baldwin traffics in one of the oldest motifs in African-American literature, the unruly black rebel, as exemplified in the figure of John Henry the defiant railroad worker...Beale Street is any street in black America-from Harlem to East St. Louis-where black people might take refuge and pleasure from a world of pain.

Mullen ends with a discussion of Baldwin's final decade, "...a world he both predicted and hoped never to see." When Ronald Reagan was Governor of California, Baldwin had warned people about the ease with which he'd prosecute his radical friends. While he was president, Reagan's Press Secretary Larry Speakes would literally laugh off the AIDS crisis as early as 1982. Baldwin's 1985 essay "Freaks and the American Ideal of Manhood" would "...show Baldwin internalizing and manifesting new gender politics meant to challenge the hegenomy of white, male power structures." Baldwin despised Reagan's obliviousness about AIDS, but in his recollections of the man in the 1960's he noted "...what I really found unspeakable about the man was his contempt, his brutal contempt, for the poor."

In his postscript, Mullen notes that Baldwin's December 1987 funeral/memorial was attended by more than 5,000 people, including most of his legendary fellow literary lions like Toni Morrison, Maya Angelou, and William Styron. Missing from their tributes, Mullen notes, were discussions about Baldwin's sexuality. "Baldwin remained at the time of his death a vaguely closeted figure." It's only been since 1999, with the publication of James Baldwin Now, an anthology examining queer themes and moments in Baldwin's life and writing, "...that Baldwin has helped to queer African-American Studies and American literary history...neither will be the same again." Bill Mullen's James Baldwin: Living in Fire is an important addition to this ongoing assessment and examination of a writer whose legacy was strong during his lifetime and remains vital to this day.


Additional reading:

Barsanti, Chris. "Rage Plus Time Equals Prophecy: 'I Am Not Your Negro'". PopMatters. 7 December 2016

Coates, Ta-Nehisi. Between the World and Me. Spiegel and Grau. 2015.

Kinnard, J.R. "Barry Jenkins' 'If Beal Street Could Talk' Is Unapologetically Romantic. PopMatters. 19 December 2018.

McBride, Dwight, ed. James Baldwin Now. NYU Press. 1999.


Reynolds, Mark. "James Baldwin Matters". PopMatters. 15 January 2018


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'Fail Safe' and the (De)Evolution of Cold War Ethics

COLIN FITZGERALD

04 Feb 2020
Fail Safe (1964) (Image courtesy of Criterion

Directed by the master of claustrophobic tension Sidney Lumet, Fail Safe (1964) is one of the most gripping Atomic Era thrillers ever made and its message resonates to this day.


FAIL SAFE
SIDNEY LUMET

The Criterion Collection

28 January 2020 OTHER

"Had the atomic bomb turned out to be something as cheap and easily manufactured as a bicycle or an alarm clock, it might well have plunged us back into barbarism, but it might, on the other hand, have meant the end of national sovereignty and of the highly-centralised police state. If, as seems to be the case, it is a rare and costly object as difficult to produce as a battleship, it is likelier to put an end to large-scale wars at the cost of prolonging indefinitely a 'peace that is no peace.'" — George Orwell

"Let us not be deceived—we are today in the midst of a cold war. Our enemies are to be found abroad and at home. Let us never forget this: our unrest is the heart of their success. The peace of the world is the hope and the goal of our political system. It is the despair and defeat of those who stand against us. We can depend only on ourselves." — Bernard Baruch

The etymology of the term "cold war" is long and relatively complex, but the phrase's ultimate historical destination as the label for mid-20th century geopolitical aggressions between the USSR and key Western powers like the United States is overwhelmingly fixed to the legacies of two particular individuals: author George Orwell and multimillionaire investor and political advisor Bernard Baruch.

Orwell used the term in his 1945 essay "You and the Atomic Bomb", in which he speculated about how the invention of nuclear weaponry would irrevocably alter power relations on a global and national scale by "robbing the exploited classes and peoples of all power to revolt." He warned of the ways atomic capability could provoke and solidify a severe and dangerous power imbalance around the world, lamenting "the kind of world-view, the kind of beliefs, and the social structure that would probably prevail in a state which was at once unconquerable and in a permanent state of 'cold war' with its neighbours."

Baruch, in a 1947 speech at a ceremony honoring him with a portrait in the South Carolina House of Representatives in which he also called for the tempering of labor union activity in the name of national unity, used the phrase "cold war" in direct reference to relations with the Soviet Union, saying that it was more important than ever to celebrate American identity, extricate our enemies, and unite under a spirit of nationalism and exceptionalism.

Orwell and Baruch's differing perspectives on the then-burgeoning tensions with the USSR are emblematic of the transformations in the theory of war happening in the post-war world. In broad terms, political processes were taking the place of combat-focused military operations—economic sanctions, embargoes, and spy-craft in lieu of bombing campaigns and on-the-ground offensives—and with those changes, war became more political, more of a rhetorical exercise, and more of a debate between classes of intellectuals and politicians than a strategic deployment of military resources. In the modern era, advancements in drone technology and computer science have only intensified the shifts away from traditional warfare and toward more covert operations, moving us into a future in which nearly all matters of national security can be navigated through in secret by politicians and faceless bureaucrats.

On the verge of this transition, Baruch stoked fear and animosity for the so-called enemy while claiming America had intentions of peace; two years earlier, Orwell warned of such a mentality, calling it a "peace that is no peace". It was like a conversation, and the history of the Cold War is, more than anything else, a history of conversations, negotiations, and deliberations.

This is a substantial reason why Sidney Lumet's 1964 thriller Fail Safe is one of the defining films of the Cold War period. It illustrates not just the material dangers of nuclear proliferation and cold warfare, but also the widespread psychological and philosophical shifts that took place following the second World War. Based on a novel of the same name written by Eugene Burdick and Harvey Wheeler, Fail Safe speculates about what might happen if all the governmental procedures held together by fallible technological mechanisms and the most tenuous strands of administrative protocol—itself authored and enforced by a bureaucratic machine in endless cycles of authoritative flux—broke down in a way that hurled the world off the precipice of mutual destruction.

In the film, a series of miscalculations and mechanical errors mistakenly sends a directive to a group of airborne American bombers telling them to drop nuclear warheads on Moscow. By the time anyone realizes what happened, it's already too late to recall the order. Across America's military network, the President (Henry Fonda), a calculating, war-hungry professor (Walter Mathau), a pacifistic Brigadier General (Dan O'Herlihy), and a coalition of Pentagon leaders and Air Force officers argue with increasing desperation as the bombers inch ever closer to catastrophic global nuclear war. Released just a few years after the Cuban Missile Crisis—the height of Cold War anxiety over a potential atomic war—Fail Safe feels like a film conceived with great urgency and purpose, born out of a primal fear that the human capacity for mutual preservation might fail under the shadow of callous geopolitics and power games.



(Image courtesy of Criterion)

In the film's opening scenes, each principle character is introduced individually before being pitted against each other in rhetorical battle over theories of warfare. The Brigadier General, William "Blackie" Black, is shocked awake from a nightmare in which he watches a matador slay a bull; the political science professor, Professor Groeteschele, engages in a theoretical parlor discussion about nuclear war strategy at a party; an Air Force colonel (Fritz Weaver) and general (Frank Overton) show a congressman (Sorrell Booke) around a Nebraskan military base. Over time, they make their way into a concentrated sphere of power in their own secluded bunkers, and when the bombers go rogue toward the brink of nuclear devastation, they suddenly find themselves holding the fate of the world in the pages in their hands.

Like Lumet's great courtroom drama 12 Angry Men (1957), his crime classic Dog Day Afternoon (1975), and his potent satire of media sensationalism Network (1976), Fail Safe is a stunningly claustrophobic, minimalist thriller that wrings every ounce of suspense out of the clashing personalities, biases, and moral senses of its characters. In its many scenes of verbal conflict—the President as a calm but decisive figurehead, Groeteschele as a maddeningly cold-blooded voice for war who engages with the realities of warfare intellectually, through philosophical lectures and thought experiments, but above all scientifically, through practical, statistical application, and Blackie as an empathetic but vulnerable voice of reason, arguing fruitlessly for a limited touch—the film raises many questions about how authority is concentrated among those at the top.

When Congressman Raskob is being shown around the covert Air Force base before the incident, he seems surprised by the uniquely sophisticated technology he sees on display. He asks the officers, "Who voted who the power to do it this particular way? I'm the only one around here got elected by anybody. Nobody gave me that power." No one else in the film seems particularly concerned with that question, but then, they're the ones pushing the buttons.

The film depicts the United States military as a government apparatus reliant on a complex bureaucratic machine, which includes countless people most will never know the names of: advisors, translators, military operatives, defense department officials, mechanical operators—each with their own personal and political biases and prejudices, their own capacity for reason and compassion. In a representative democracy, politicians must theoretically follow the will of the people or risk being voted out, but Fail Safe shows us hidden voices in the margins of government that are wholly unaccountable to the public they serve. Can they be trusted? Fail Safe persistently emphasizes the frailty of these chains of command by reaffirming, over and over again, how much room there is for a gear to fall out of place, either by mistake or malintent.



Larry Hagman as Buck and Henry Fonda as The President (Image courtesy of Criterion)

Fail Safe does not sensationalize, either. Such questions affect not just matters of war, but everyday administrational duties. Surviving in any society requires some level of communal faith in cooperation, reason, and empathy. We rely on someone outside of ourselves during every moment of our lives. Can we really trust others to make the right decisions for us, or for themselves? How do we define the "right" decision? Even if we can trust others, can we trust them not to make an honest mistake? What's the alternative?

Fail Safe complicates the essential ethical concerns of the human community. Lumet is interested in how people operate under immense pressure, but more than that, he's interested in how people operate under pressure within institutions much larger than themselves, and how that context can alter how much people are willing to compromise their ethical or moral judgment.

In a way, Lumet seems to frame every interaction between human beings—from the most miniscule and trivial passing to the most consequential of relationships—as a kind of arms race, as a series of both offensive and defensive measures designed to ensure cooperation and deter mutual destruction. On those terms, the film is fundamentally cynical. But at the same time, it's also asking of us to recognize common needs, to embrace straightforward interpersonal communication, and to do our best by others. Fittingly, the film ends on a radical exercise of trust that doubles as a monumental sacrifice. It's telling us that society must function with some level of faith among its people. The goal, ostensibly, is to nurse that trust, but when each person is so uniquely flawed, is it even possible?

Maybe it doesn't matter. As Orwell intimated, trust dies in a state of cold war. It's a style of warfare that obfuscates the humanity of its victims through distance and calculation and obscures its bloody cost behind a facade of peace that is no peace. Under normal circumstances, it would be the obligation of this generation and those of the future to promote the values of cooperation and transparency before we let ourselves get torn apart. Of course, in the modern climate, it may be too late to heed the warnings already disregarded mere generations ago. The lessons of the Cold War go unlearned. Fail Safe contends with those lessons on an atomic level, and as such, it's as essential as ever.

The Criterion Collection's Blu-ray release of Fail Safe includes a fair variety of special features: an audio commentary with Lumet recorded in 2000, a short interview-style documentary from the same year, a featurette with film critic J. Hoberman about Cold War-era cinema, and a unique foldable booklet featuring an essay by Bilge Ebiri. Given the lack of brand new supplemental material, the package is a little barebones by Criterion standards, but considering the film's relatively minor stature in cinematic history (overshadowed as it so often is by Stanley Kubrick's similarly conceived Dr. Strangelove, or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, released the same year), the presentation—aided by a new 4k restoration—is more than sufficient.


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03 Feb 2020
Photo of Fatima Bhutto by Jessie Craig/Contour by Getty Images [courtesy of Columbia Global Reports]

Fatima Bhutto discusses her new book on pop culture from the Global South, which goes above and beyond, among other things, the "sluggish, bloated, less urgent" films dominating Hollywood.

NEW KINGS OF THE WORLD: DISPATCHES FROM BOLLYWOOD, DIZI, AND K-POP
FATIMA BHUTTO

Columbia Global Reports

October 2019 OTHER

Fatima Bhutto's latest book, New Kings of the World: Dispatches from Bollywood, Dizi, and K-pop (Columbia Global Reports, 2019), investigates the burgeoning cultural movements from the Global South that currently pose a challenge to the cultural dominance of the USA. A short, well-researched, and engaging book, it contains elements of travelogue as well as cultural studies, taking the reader to meet a variety of people in diverse locations, from Bollywood fans high in the Andes to K-pop songwriters in Gangnam, Seoul.

Prior to this project, Bhutto wrote poetry and a work of personal history Songs of Blood and Sword (Nation Books, 2011), which traces her family's history across four generations and focuses in on her father's assassination. Her two prior novels, The Shadow of the Crescent Moon (Viking, 2013) and The Runaways (Viking, 2019), deals differently with how poverty and violence can spur on extremism. The Shadow of the Crescent Moon does so in the time span of a single morning in Pakistan's tribal area of Waziristan, while The Runaways takes a broader approach, taking place in the UK and Iraq in addition to Bhutto's native Pakistan.

We caught up with her to discuss New Kings of the World, the current state of global pop culture, and more.





What has been the response to New Kings of the World since it was published in September?

It's been a good time for the book to come out as we are in a moment where the West is fighting on all fronts to cling onto its position on the top of the heap and it's clinging on for dear life, whether we're talking trade wars, culture wars, Brexit, the breakdown of Europe, etc. So people seem curious about New Kings of the World in a way that they might not have been a few years ago – if they're readers from America/Europe they are now alert to these threats. If they're readers from the Global South, they're watching this changing dynamic with great interest.

Your previous books, apart from your memoir, have been novels. What made you switch to non-fiction, and what attracted you to this topic?

I began my life as a writer with non-fiction. I wrote journalism and a newspaper column in Pakistan for long before my novels. Songs of Blood and Sword is often described as memoir but it was my father's life and assassination I was writing about – I figured into that story only briefly, so I approached it as a work of research and understanding.

As a reader, I love both fiction and non-fiction. As a writer, some topics are only doable as fiction and others are clearly made for non-fiction. I've always been fascinated by the topic of culture, especially the politics of popular culture and soft power. I wanted to write about the rise of Asia and the politics behind its rising cultural giants because it seemed to be something we need to be watching at this moment in time.

Do you see fundamental differences between these two modes of writing?

Yes, of course. They're like learning two very different languages and they require very different muscles. When I'm writing fiction, I'm obsessed by an idea that is mine and mine alone – no one needs to know what I'm thinking about and what I'm doing because I need concentration, solitude, and focus in order to fully imagine the world that I'm creating.

Just on that front, non-fiction is less secretive and more collaborative because you need to go out and speak to people and dig out information. It requires you to test your idea out constantly. Fiction is imaginative and lonely, but vastly more liberating, than nonfiction is.

Did you encounter any significant obstacles when writing New Kings of the World? Were the various people you met on your travels supportive of the book's aims?

It was a book that had to be updated up until the last moment. Culture moves so quickly and the countries I wrote about are constantly evolving and changing so that was challenging. I wish I could have written about China too but Columbia Global Reports had a very strict 50,000 word limit and so there's no way to even begin approaching China within that.

Yes, the people I met along the way were, if not supportive, then curious about the book's aims and willing to open up to me and allow me space to look for what I needed.

Was the book's structure focused on Bollywood, dizi, and K-pop right from the start? Or was it shaped by your research, and your journeys?

Those three were there from the start but I initially wanted to include two other countries/cultures: Nollywood, to look at the world of culture online, in particular to do with streaming. Netflix has 158 million global subscribers but Nigeria has streaming platforms with huge numbers, double that, and they're not watching Avengers but Nollywood dramas and comedies.

The second thing I wanted to include was IPL (Indian Premier League) and the franchising of sport, in this case cricket, which is a game basically only formerly colonized countries play into something along the NBA or NFL. But the space to do justice to those topics was an issue so they were cut during the proposal stage.

You start the book with your childhood memories of American popular culture. Was there a specific moment that first made you realize that America is losing ground in pop culture terms?

There's not one particular moment, no, but many little ones. The way Turkish dizi exploded onto the scene in Pakistan was a curious moment. I wasn't watching Magnificent Century at the time but I remember being struck by how everyone, everywhere you went, in Karachi was glued to the TV.

I was in Mauritius in 2008-ish and remember seeing a poster for a Pakistani film and thinking, what's this doing here? Gangnam Style and its worldwide appeal was another interesting moment. Though we have had songs that break out in that fashion before, it was interesting to see huge companies like Youtube's reaction – they famously had to reset their counter as it was previously thought nothing could get over a billion views. As a viewer,

American films in the past few years seemed to be sluggish, bloated, less urgent and striking as things coming out of Iran, Korea, and beyond.

You write at length about the megastar Shah Rukh Khan, whom you also interviewed. How would you summarize his appeal to those unfamiliar with his work? Did meeting him change your opinion of him?

It's difficult to summarize Khan now, especially in light of his remarkable silence during this enormous protest movement against India's repressive citizenship laws that are galvanizing young people in India. I think Khan's appeal has taken and will take a serious hit.

Previously, he was seen as the classic good guy next door but yet one with massive star appeal that transcended class, religion, ethnicity. But in this fraught political age, being a good guy next door isn't going to cut it. You have to stand for something too.

We tend to lament the lack of common media experiences these days, and to bring up 'reality bubbles' and point to viewing habits that are individualized by streaming services. Yet your book frequently highlights how these new pop culture phenomena bring people together. Do you set much store by the idea that new media technology is making us more isolated?

Well, it's certainly more lonely for some of us. We don't go out to watch movies as a community, we watch them at home in our pajamas. But keep in mind that this lonely generation has access to online banking – which they need to have a Netflix subscription – steady electricity and strong internet connections.

Hundreds of millions of people don't have those. They are watching TV in the village tea shop like they always have. So I think we have to separate the minority from the majority and the majority is still watching entertainment they way they always have – together.

Dizi, the Turkish dramas that have become incredibly popular in markets as diverse as Southeastern Europe, the Arab world, and Latin America, achieve what you describe as "the perfect balance between secular modernity and middle class conservatism." Could you explain why dizi's audience feel a need for this balance?

People feel alienated from the excesses of Hollywood – all the violence, drugs, sex, explicit language and content. Dizi manages to give audiences the landscape of modernity minus the excesses. So it looks beautiful, it's got high production value and all the fast cars and signs and symbols of modern living, but the language isn't profane. You can watch the show with the entire family and no one is made to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, there's no nudity and scandal is handled by characters attempting to live honourable, just lives.

Why should you have to watch old, folksy entertainment if you want to avoid violence and profanity? Why can't one be allowed access to modernity without having to buy into a libertine lifestyle?



Dizi's fans are adamant that these shows are not soap operas. Apart from the feature-length episodes, what else distinguishes dizi from typical soap operas?

A lot of dizi are based on Turkish literary classics, so they are not a revolving door of trashy plots and banal dialogue but the opposite – refined plots and very poetic language. They also avoid the typical soap stereotypes, they're not about paternity feuds and divorces but about grand ideals and history. (Though of course, they are really about love like soaps often are.)

Dizi are very slow burning. That's their genius, if you ask me: that you can spend three hours on one episode and then they leave you on a cliffhanger and there are you are desperate for the next three hours.

Your feelings about Bollywood and dizi seemed mixed, admiring some aspects while having reservations about others, but you seem cooler on K-pop. Do you think K-pop has any redeeming features?

I'm laughing as I read this. Look, K-pop is fun, dance-y music and I'd be lying if I said I didn't still listen to it at the gym. I think K-pop takes standard pop music and does something innovative with it, but to me, ultimately it's still a bait and switch.

New Kings of the World must have gone to press around the time the Burning Sun scandal [an entertainment and sex scandal in Seoul] was really starting to make headlines; you mention it briefly. Have you been following the scandal since, and how do you think it has affected the K-pop industry?

Yes, that's right. I have followed it since and think that the scandal and the recent rash of suicides are both issues that haven't been properly addressed by the industry. One speaks to the power the stars have and the other to their powerlessness and lack of support. They are seen as gods once they hit a certain level of success and that's dangerous.

On the other side, the industry is ruthless about their training and grooming and many stars face mental health issues, depression, and other anxieties and aren't really given a place of support to deal with that.

You also suggest that K-pop may soon be eclipsed by the Chinese pop music industry. What other emerging pop cultural phenomena do you think we should be watching the horizons for?

The Chinese in general. They've invested heavily in Hollywood studios and that's not because they like the films, they're learning how to do them and once they learn, they're going to take their money and do it at home.

I think TikTok is fascinating too – again, it's a Chinese company, and when it launched it had the highest valuation of any start up in the world. It's got more monthly users than Twitter or Snapchat and you don't need to have a lot of friends or be famous or beautiful to make it big on there – you can be no one, with no followers one minute and then rack up one million views on your post the next.

It's on all our phones and think of what they are learning about us as we scroll endlessly through the videos.

Perhaps Hollywood has started to realize it has been too inward-looking, and that it's losing ground abroad. We're seeing attempts by Hollywood to catch up. Crazy Rich Asians, and the focus on South Korean locations in Marvel films, are a couple of examples that spring readily to mind. What do you think of these attempts?

They're too little too late. Look at the Dakota Fanning film, Sweetness in the Belly (Zeresenay Berhane Mehari, 2019) where an Ethiopian refugee drama is seen through her, a white woman who plays a child abandoned in the country who is then raised as a Muslim.

Is Hollywood having a laugh? They can't talk about Muslims unless they look like Dakota Fanning? It's absurd! And I think that this Oscar season shows how deeply entrenched the industry is in the stories of white protagonists.

I'm assigning excerpts from your book for a class I'm teaching this Spring. What message would you give to young people studying film or popular culture for the first time?

Culture is not innocent. Entertainment, which we come to to be entertained and enlightened rather innocently ourselves, is coded with political messaging and agendas. We should absolutely enjoy our entertainment but we should be more questioning of it.

Finally, what will your next project be?

The Runaways will be coming out in the US in August of this year, so I'm looking forward to that but I haven't begun work on anything new as yet…


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Bataille, Lacan, and
the History of the
Decentered Subect 

Carolyn J. Dean

Contents
Acknowledgments ix
Introduction I

PART ONE Psychoanalysis and the Self II
lo The Legal Status of the Irrational 17
2. Gender Complexes 5 8
3. Sight Unseen IReading the Unconsciousl 98

PART TWO Sade's Selflessness 123
4. The Virtue of Crime 1 27
5. The Pleasure of Pain 1 70

PART THREE Headlessness 201
6. Writing and Crime 205
7. Returning to the Scene of the Crime 221

Conclusion 246
Selected Bibliography 253
Index 265