Links With Your Coffee - Tuesday
Life's ingredients circle Sun-like star
The first evidence that some of the basic organic building blocks of life can exist in an Earth-like orbit around a young Sun-like star has been provided by NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope.Auld Lang Impeachment -- Song Parody from Mad Kane
Yellowstone to Yukon wonderful images, click on the thumbnails.
A Queasy Agnosticism is a wonderful review of Ian McEwan's Saturday
The tragedy of the modern West is that it exhausted its strength before being able to achieve its ideals. The spiritual life of secularist Westerners centered on hope for the realization of those ideals. As that hope diminishes, their life becomes smaller and meaner. Hope is restricted to little, private things—and is increasingly being replaced by fear.
This change is the topic of Ian McEwan’s novel Saturday, One of the characters—Theo, the eighteen-year-old son of Henry Perowne, the middle-aged neurosurgeon who is the novel’s protagonist—says to his father,
When we go on about the big things, the political situation, global warming, world poverty, it all looks really terrible, with nothing getting better, nothing to look forward to. But when I think small, closer in—you know, a girl I’ve just met, or this song we are doing with Chas, or snowboarding next month, then it looks great. So this is going to be my motto—think small.
John Banville, who, in the New York Review of Books, finds the novel a distressing failure, says that this “might also be the motto of McEwan’s book.” But thinking small is not the novel’s motto; it is its subject. McEwan is not urging us to think small. He is reminding us that we are increasingly tempted to do so. Banville is off the mark yet again when he says that “the politics of the book is banal.” The book does not have a politics. It is about our inability to have one—to sketch a credible agenda for large-scale change.
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The problem for good-hearted Westerners like Henry Perowne is that they seem fated to live out their lives as idiots (in the old sense of “idiot,” in which the term refers to a merely private person, one who has no part in public affairs). They are ingrates and dilettantes—ingrates because their affluence is made possible by the suffering of the poor and dilettantes because they are no longer able to relate thought to action. They cannot imagine how things could be made better.




Comments
Thanks so much, Norm, for linking to my latest song parody!
Thanks so much, Norm, for linking to my latest song parody. And happy new year!
Thanks, Norm - for expanding my horizons just a bit more. You do that quite a bit.
McEwan seems to have nailed the American "human" condition on the head. And yes, Rorty's take on the topic seems very accurate.
I look forward to reading Saturday when it is out. Will order through your link. ;)
As an avid reader of Rorty's philosophy, I am now impressed with his literary criticism. I also am thrilled to have stumbled upon a fictional work that seems to consolidate many of my own observations regarding our "condition". The use of the word "idiot" in its traditional sense is especially enlightening.
Thanks for the link to the photos. It just reminded me that Santa forgot (misplaced?) my digital camera.
Oh well...maybe he is waiting for more mega-pixels and after-christmas sales.
Cool shot of the owl. I have to remember tonight to leave more bird seed and suet for the birds.
Norm, thank you so much for this link to Rorty's review of Saturday from the NYRofBooks. I used to have a subscription to the NYRofBooks and I really miss it, so this review was a delight. Again, thanks.
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