Count your culture before it hatches: Book Review Friday

24 February 2012: DC Exile Day 31

Book Review

[All book reviews include title of work, author(s), publisher and publication date.]

Nation of Rebels: Why Counterculture Became Consumer Culture

Joseph Heath and Andrew Potter

HarperBusiness, 2004

What is meaningful political action? From the Boston Tea Party, to marches on the nation’s Capitol, sit-ins to the recent Occupy Movement, organizers must ask this perpetual question. In a society in which hate crimes, domestic violence and various forms of discrimination exist, what can we do to make our country a better place for all citizens?

In Nation of Rebels, Joseph Heath and Andrew Potter focus on one group that has tried to provide an answer to the question of political efficacy: the counterculture.

It is clear early on in the book that the authors disagree strongly with the counterculture. Most of the book focuses on the mostly superficial actions of the counterculture (especially hippies and hipsters).  They claim, “[T]he hipster, cooling his heels in a jazz club, comes to be seen as a more profound critic of modern society than the civil rights activist working to enlist voters or the feminist politicians campaigning for a constitutional amendment.” (p. 32)

Heath and Potter take great pains to deconstruct the history of the US counterculture (which includes antiglobalization activists, environmentalists, hippies, hipsters, punks, social deviants, feminists and other “rebels”). They criticize the view that all repression (internal and external) is aggressive, coercive conformity. They take issue with Marx, The Matrix, Norman Mailer and all pieces of culture and cultural critics believing in a systemic theory of oppression:

We argue that decades of countercultural rebellion have failed to change anything because the theory of society on which the countercultural idea rests is false. We do not live in the Matrix, nor do we live in the spectacle. The world that we live in is in fact much more prosaic. It consists of billions of human beings, each pursuing some more or less plausible conception of the good, trying to cooperate with one another, and doing so with varying degrees of success. (p. 8)

They believe this mistaken view of oppression leads to a misguided approach to rectifying our country—an approach that not only fails to alleviate the problem, but also feeds directly into the system it claims to challenge:

Countercultural politics…has been one of the primary forces driving consumer capitalism for the past forty years…But ‘fair trade’ and ‘ethical marketing’ are hardly revolutionary ideas, and they certainly represent no threat to the capitalist system. If consumers are willing to pay more for shoes made by happy workers—or for eggs laid by happy chickens—then there is money to be made in bringing these goods to market. (p. 2)

The book ultimately contends that countercultural politics feeds into capitalism and is a feckless and purely superficial approach to politics. As the authors remind us, “[R]ebellion against aesthetic and sartorial norms is not actually subversive.” (p. 150) Heath and Potter believe the countercultural desire to overthrow the system and take down “the Man” by listening to abstruse music, practicing yoga, becoming Buddhist, buying organic goods and becoming a “rebel consumer” is a remarkable waste of time and energy. Although it takes a while to get to it, the authors present a seemingly simple solution to societal oppression and inequality: “[W]e need more government, not less.” (p. 334)

While I found most arguments against the counterculture and the rebel consumer convincing, I had two big issues in reading the book. First, the authors’ tone seems overly antagonistic at times. Their utter frustration with the counterculture comes through clearly. Although I ultimately agreed with many of their premises, I was nearly unconvinced by the way they mocked other theories and theorists.

My second difficulty with the book is the basis of the solution the authors posit. I agree that more government regulation of business (mandated childcare, mandated insurance and healthcare coverage, mandated living wage, mandated 35-hour work weeks, etc.) is welcome and necessary to prevent businesses from escalating a competitive “arms race” that leads to a no-win situation for companies, workers and consumers. However, the argument seems to elide the fact that many current US Congressional officials are conservative lawmakers hell bent on rejecting any sort of regulation, instead focusing almost exclusively on removing regulations of businesses and corporations. Even uttering the word “regulation” with the hint of positive connotation seems anathema to most right-leaning leaders in the US.

My issue with the political imprecision of the book may stem from the fact that the critique is eight years old. An updated version with a new focus on the Occupy Movement and the 2010 Republican takeover in Congress and state houses across the country would build usefully on this sharp piece of cultural criticism. Ultimately, I believe this book can help us begin to resolve the countercultural view’s greatest dilemma: “The goal of improving conditions in society at large, or of promoting social justice, receded from view [for the counterculture]. In this way, the concern for social justice became redirected and absorbed into an increasingly narcissistic preoccupation with personal spiritual growth and well-being.” (p. 57)

-Joseph Patrick Richards, @mentalmacguyver

Under review

22 February 2012: DC Exile Day 29

Regular and irregular readers of this blog will soon discover a new, recurring feature. Beginning this Friday, 24 February, I will launch a review section. In this section, I will review books, movies, music and more. Some of the reviews will be of current items, some will not. I do promise to do my best and offer productive and useful reviews. If I absolutely hate something, I will try to find a bit of positive and not rely upon overly clever put-downs.

When I lived in Salt Lake City a couple of years ago, I had a brief stint as a reviewer at Salt Lake Underground Magazine, SLUG. (The editor eventually fired me from this volunteer position when I refused to provide my mobile phone number even though they already had my home phone number. Consequently, the last several reviews I wrote never saw the light of day.) A friend suggested I apply for the position, so I did. I took a break from my day job to go down to the SLUG offices and interview with the staff. As I was going to the interview from work, I was formally dressed. I immediately felt out of place entering the high-ceilinged hip haven. The staff sported several tattoos and piercings and a superior air as to their role as arbiters of cool in a state that, for all intents and purposes, is extremely uncool.

Following the interview, I was to submit a couple of sample reviews so the SLUG higher-ups could judge my skill. I reviewed Let It Die by Feist and Masquerade by Fort Collins, CO band, Slow Crash. Somehow, I got the gig.

In my time with SLUG, I reviewed books, live shows, compact discs and DVDs. The biggest problem with my reviews? They absolutely suck.

My reviews were the worst kind of reviewing: clever (in my opinion at the time), vitriolic misuses of power. The best reviews point out the good and bad and take the art in question on its own terms, not necessarily as one dreadful consequence of dismal hipster culture. Unfortunately, my reviews reflected my desire to be clever in print and to denigrate perfectly good artists because I was overly disgusted with the “alternative” culture in Salt Lake City. So, I took out my anger in the magazine and tried to be cool by tearing down the work of others.

[But don’t take my word for it. For you, oh lovely reader of this blog, I offer up my published reviews for you to judge. Eventually, I may get around to posting the reviews I wrote that went unpublished when the editor fired me.]

I do not apologize, nor do I seek to vindicate my previous style. However, it is time for me to try again and see if I can’t learn a bit while I am at it. Cringingly Personal’s first review will appear this Friday and will cover the book Nation of Rebels: Why Counterculture Became Consumer Culture.  

Five Iron Frenzied

Earlier today, I don’t even remember how, I learned that Five Iron Frenzy have reformed.

Holy fucking fuck.

Five Iron Frenzy’s first album came out in 1996, when I was deep into my evangelical period. (I knew I was rabidly Christian, but my best friend recently applied the “evangelical” descriptor to my behavior. I have no doubt that was accurate.) At some point before I found their music I found a renewed faith in that old scoundrel, Jesus. I decided I was going to purge evil music out of my ears (Metallica, Danzig, Megadeth, Tom Jones – although I did feel justified keeping Stevie Wonder’s Songs In The Key Of Life and U2’s The Joshua Tree.) So I dove into Christian rap, punk (what?) and ska. When I finally came upon Five Iron Frenzy’s Upbeats And Beatdowns I thought my heart was going to fucking blow up right out of my chest. I could barely drive away from the Christian bookstore (which was in Dublin, GA – home of the Redneck Games – and was probably called The Olive Branch or something of the sort) in my 1997 Pontiac Sunfire (four-door). I was bouncing in my car from the first yelp from Reese Roper’s throat. (Have no doubt that I tried to sing and dress exactly like Mr. Roper, especially in their video for “A Flowery Song.”)

Over the years I zealously purchased each Five Iron Frenzy album, saw them in concert several times (including during their tour of US roller rinks) and even had their bass player, Keith Hoerig, eat my french fries (that sounds dirty) at a Christian music festival in Stone Mountain, GA. I was in love with them. I wanted to be each one of them and I wanted to marry their saxophonist, Leanor “Jeff The Girl” Ortega.

Even when I walked away from Christianity, I still clung to Five Iron Frenzy. They were the music I got to keep when I broke up with Jesus.

In 2003, Five Iron Frenzy broke up. Occasionally, they still popped up when I was shuffling through music on my computer. Most people I met after high school had no idea of my complete devotion to and obsession with this Christian ska band from the 1990s.

Now they have returned and their new single, “It Was A Dark And Stormy Night,” jolts me to the past. I am back in that car, in that roller rink, near that smelly tent jumping like a fucking lunatic and screaming every lyric and skanking every limb. I no longer connect to their Christian message, but their music still gets to me.

Silent majority

21 February 2012: DC Exile Day 28

It looks like the Virginia General Assembly’s attempt to return women to a day before the 19th Amendment is getting some great attention, notice and outcry.

Yesterday, a group of activists surrounded the Virginia Capitol in Richmond to protest the state’s persistent attacks on women’s health. (Estimates put the crowd at over 1000 persons.)

While the protestors stood silently outside, Virginia’s cowardly, misogynist legislators held off on voting on some terrible bills.

Rather than delve into the details, I’ll provide some great links from yesterday, including some spot-on editorials decrying the latest bigoted bills in Virginia.

Activists in Virginia are now poised for a statewide day of action this Thursday, 23 February. To learn more, visit NARAL Pro-Choice Virginia’s page.

[Updated: 12:10 p.m. MST]

News outlets continue coverage today.

On thinner ice

18 February 2012: DC Exile Day 25

This Saturday begins with GF facing off against a giant ink blot. You may wonder why she is fighting against a blot of ink. I refrained from mentioning earlier (mainly for dramatic effect) that this giant blot of ink is evil and is trying to kill her.

At least, the blot is attempting to kill Mickey Mouse, whom she is guiding in our quest to beat the video game, Epic Mickey.

I cannot watch her at this moment because I have a difficult time not giving advice and not gasping at every jump, hit and near miss. She learned to use the Watch sketch to slow time and throw paint thinner down the Shadow Blot’s gullet. She is an expert. She will defeat the Shadow Blot. I promise you this.

When GF began her quest as Mickey, she was holding the controllers in a way that made the game more difficult than necessary and had issues with some RPG basics (like always always always talk to everyone on screen multiple times.) Now, at 1 a.m. she is fighting what we can only presume is one of the final bosses in Mickey’s quest to return back home. She has grown as a gamer and as a person from this experience and I feel honored to have gone on this journey with her.

[Update – 1:46 a.m.] GF continues to fight the Shadow Blot. She is now making strategic use of her guardians, time clocks and health pip restorations. She just remarked, “That’s ok. You got me, but I got you sucka!” There is no doubt in my mind that the Shadow Blot is going down before I go to bed.

[Update – 1:59 a.m.] GF defeated the Shadow Blot!