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Sunday, September 29, 2013

Der Erfolgreiche Abstieg Europas

Eberhard Sandschneider ist Professor an der FU Berlin in Internationale Beziehungen, er leitet desweiteren die Deutschen Gesellschaft für Auswärtige Politik. Eine gestandene Persönlichkeit in der - ja angeblich kleinen - deutschen internationalen Beziehungsgemeinde. Sein Buch Der Erfolgreiche Abstieg Europas war nichtsdestotrotz eine Enttäuschung. Ich vermute - oder befürchte, - daß Sandschneider Publikumserfolge wie Fareed Zakarias Post-American World kopieren will und dementsprechend schreibt er auch. Sein Buch ist voll von Allgemeinplätzen, Plattitüden, Wiederholungen und einer elendigen Aneinanderreihung von Sprichworten. Wie er es selber so schön ausdrückt:
"Der Wettbewerb um Begriffe dreht sich sicher auch um Einfluss, Eitelkeit und Geld. Wer es schafft, provozierend zu formulieren, kann sicher sein, von der Presse zitiert und auf Konferenzen und in Talkshows eingeladen zu werden. Zugegeben: Nichts anderes tue auch ich in diesem Buch. Ich versuche pointiert, manchmal vielleicht sogar überspitzt zu formulieren, um Dinge, die mir wichtig sind, deutlich zu machen."
Problem erkannt und voll in die Falle reinmarschiert. Er hat wahrscheinlich Recht in dem was er sagt - "die Welt des 21. Jahrhundert besteht eben nicht aus Nullsummenspielen" - oder zumindest teile ich seine Meinung, aber gelernt habe ich von diesem Buch wenig. Die deutsche Führungsrolle, die er gegen Ende einfordert ist inzwischen auch ein Gemeinplatz und bleibt dennoch eine fast schon erstaunlich unrealistische Option für ein Land in welchem weder Syrien noch Europa im gerade vergangenen Wahlkampf eine große Rolle gespielt haben - geschweige denn das Debakel der vorherigen Regierung in Bezug auf Libyen.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Memed mein Falke

Abgesehen von Orhan Pamuk bin ich mit türkischer Literatur eigentlich gar nicht vertraut, das letzte Mal, daß ich in Istanbul war, kaufe ich mir also auf Empfehlung eines Buchhändlers Memed mein Falke von Yaşar Kemal, welches eines der Klassiker der türkischen Literatur sei. Ich muß leider sage, daß ich ein wenig enttäuscht war. Memed ist kein schlechtes Buch, weit davon, aber es ist auch kein besonderes Buch. Es ist stattdessen im Prinzip ein - relativ- modernes Märchen über einen jugendhaften Helden, der sich gegen die Grausamkeit seines lokalen Feudalherrschers auflehnt und dafür mit dem Verlust seiner Familie und dem ewigen Banditensein zahlen muß. Ein Märchen also, was mich enttäuschte war vor allem die naiv-folkloristische Erzählweise, welche in einem Autor des 20. Jahrhunderts überrascht. Wahrscheinlich hätte ich das Buch vor einigen Jahren (und vor allem als Jugendlicher) um einiges besser gefunden, heutzutage ist mein Geschmack vielleicht einfach schon so korrumpiert in Richtung kompliziertere Erzählstrukturen, daß mir deren Abwesenheit in diesem Maße fehlen. Als großer Fan Istanbuls, wo ich gerne noch ein mal wohnen wollen würde, werde ich hoffentlich noch mehr - und andere - türkische Literatur lesen.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

No, we cannot predict the future

Craig Willy wrote an interesting piece a while ago arguing that "we can predict the future" that I finally got around to reading. More specifically, he believes "intelligent, free-thinking people really do have the ability, not to tell divinely-inspired prophecies, but to clearly identify the trends that will influence the future." He goes on to cite "Andrei Amalrik’s 1970 Will the Soviet Union Survive Until 1984? or Emmanuel Todd’s 1976 The Final Fall: An Essay on the Decomposition of the Soviet Sphere" as examples of "brilliant free-thinkers using the information they had" to predict what came to pass.

I disagree. 

Obviously, spirited minds writing against the mainstream of their time and being proven right by history are intellectually imposing characters. For me personally Keynes' The Economic Consequences of the Peace written following the Treaty of Versailles is the most impressive one of these. Yet, the problem is that for every single one of these free-thinking (or mainstream really) writers who get it right there are at least as many who are completely off. To look in retrospective for those few people who did manage to foresee the future is a fun intellectual exercise of course, but how is there any objective way of knowing who those outliers are today?

Jean-François Revel wrote Comment les démocraties finissent in 1983, predicting the end of democracy and the victory of the superior Soviet model [disclaimer: I haven't actually read this, but know of it]. Francis Fukuyama announced the End of History in 1992 and that liberal democracy had won. The list goes on.

Having worked for a global intelligence company once I know far too well that predicting the future for the most part is simply an extrapolation of current trends. Check out George Friedman's The Coming War with Japan for a chuckle, but keep in mind that this was probably more or less considered common sense at the time. Look at Why Middle East Studies Missed the Arab Spring. Read Krugman's Cautionary Fable on the menace the "rapidly growing Eastern economies [...] of the Soviet Union and its satellite nations" posed to "not only [...] Western power but [...] Western ideology." Paul Samuelson's text book on economics contained a section (in 19732) where the author expressed the view that "the Soviet Union’s per capita income would continue to grow, and would probably match that of the USA by 1990 and overtake it by 2010!" (h/t to this guy)

Maybe most importantly, success in predicting the future is not an indicator of repeating said performance. Goetzmann, Ibbotson and Brown find this in a study on hedge fund managers. Roubini of course called the financial crisis (even if he did so repeatedly and continously until it finally became true) but he also said in 2010 that "in a few days time, there might not be a Eurozone for us to discuss" (and I guess he could still be proven true, but...).

Point being that social sciences are incapable of predicting systems as complex as human societies. Maybe - at best - we can detect tendencies as Craig says, yet even those Nassim Taleb [disclaimer: another book I will read soon, but haven't yet] would argue can be thrown off track by black swans (known unknowns Donald Rumsfeld would probably call these) and thus become irrelevant. 

I would go even further in arguing that the models we rely on to determine what the future will be like are too simplistic to be more than an educated guess of what will actually happen. The world we live in is simply too complex and there are far too many factors to be taken into account to allow us to properly understand where we are going. 

As uncomfortable as that may be and as little as that should stop us from trying.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Ein ganz gewöhnlicher Jude

Das wahrscheinlich erste Buch eines Schweizers, das ich je gelesen habe, behandelt ein urdeutsches Thema auf originelle Weise. Charles Lewinsky schreibt aus dem Blickwinkel eines deutschen Juden, der von einem gutmenschelnden Lehrer in seine Schule eingeladen wird, um dort im Sozialkundeunterricht als Repräsentant des Judentums aufzutreten. Was folgt ist ein ausführlicher Monolog eines Juden, der nicht anders als ein anderer Deutscher sein will oder zumindest nicht anders wahrgenommen werden will, es aber in seinem eigenen Leben nicht schafft dies selbst auszuleben.

Eine leicht lesbarer und kurzer Text über "einen ganz gewöhnlichen Juden, der mit seinem Projekt, ein ganz gewöhnlicher Deutscher zu werden, kläglich gescheitert ist." Oder ein Einzelschicksal zwischen der Shoah, Nationalidentität, Religion, kulturellen Vorurteilen und Präferenzen und den Scherben seines Privatlebens.

Wednesday, September 04, 2013

Carnets de guerre

J'avais beaucoup entendu parler de Vassili Grossman sans avoir jamais lu quelque chose de lui. Il parait si peu connu en Allemagne au fait que son plus grand œuvre Vie et Destin n'est disponible que dans des versions relativement. Je crains que comme citoyen soviétique qui décrivait l’héroïsme de l'Armée rouge autant que les crimes des Allemands mais aussi la folie du stalinisme il tombait dans un sort de trou de non-attention entre les deux Allemagnes. 

De toute manière c'est le prix la raison pour laquelle je me suis acheté son Carnets de Guerre - De Mouscou à Berlin 1941-1945 en français. Ce qui a été u peu bête en rétrospective en considération de la partie importante du livre qui a été écrit par l'historien britannique Antony Beevor.

Grossman était un des correspondants du journal officiel de l'Armée rouge et en tant que journaliste suivait l'armée partout. Dans sa retraite chaotique en 1941 autant que dans ses avancés timides après et finalement la course vers Allemagne et Berlin en 1944-1945. Il fut parmi les premier a Treblinka et a écrit un récit ci-dessus qu'on n'oublie plus facilement. Mais Grossman bien que communiste et patriote soviétique (il est né en Ukraine) n'est pas aveugle comme la plupart de ses contemporains, il voit aussi le pillage et surtout les viols commises par l'Armée rouge une fois qu'elle était en Allemagne elle-même.

Ce Carnets est une sélection qui a été faite par Beevor qui les liés avec des commentaires extensives afin de les introduire voire les mettre dans leurs contextes. Et la combinaison de ces deux est impressionnante. Grossman le grand écrivain et humaniste dont il faut vraiment que je lise plus et Beevor l'historien militaire de la deuxième guerre mondiale par excellence qui nous aident à comprendre l'autre.

Monday, September 02, 2013

An African In Greenland

Tété-Michel Kpomassie's book An African in Greenland might be the most extraordinary I have ever read. In it the author recounts his decision to discover the great north - Greenland - upon reading a book including a number of pictures on that same country while in a bookshop in his native Togo as an adolescent! The story simply seems absurd and the beginning of it consisting of an injury caused by a snake and the subsequent magical healing only contributes to the reader's confusion. Yet, Kpomassie who taught himself multiple languages is on an anthropological quest and after a whole number of years (something like 10) and with the help of many strangers turned friends and the odd job here, he succeeds in effectively becoming one of the first Africans ever to have graced the shores of Greenland.

His disrespectful descriptions of Europe as much as of his native Togo (Africa) as well as - and especially of course - Greenland allowed me to simply ignore the - again - seemingly absurd story line and simply take the book for what it is: a great read.

Tété-Michel Kpomassie apparently lives in France these days and still visits Greenland occasionally (his book was published in French in 1981), his is a bizarre tale about people, cultures, and how anthropologists (discoverers of human nature or culture one could also say here) may not only come from (white) Europe but anywhere else.

Sunday, September 01, 2013

Chroniques algériennes (1939-1958)

Les Chroniques algériennes (1939-1958) d'Albert Camus ont récemment été publié en anglais pour la première fois ce qui a suscité des critiques de son livre qui me l'ont fait acheté (en français) - regardez par exemple Paul Berman. Camus publiait sa collection en 1958 comme témoin de son activisme pour l'Algérie de longue date. Il se voit du fait comme algérien qui veut mettre fin à la guerre civile au pays qu'il ne regarde pas comme guerre d’indépendance parce qu'il est évident pour lui que les Français d'Algérie sont Algériens eux aussi. Il se réclament aussi de l'autorité sur la question y ayant travaillé dans les années 30 déjà quand la question ne suscitaient guère de l'intérêt en métropole.

Ce qui est le plus remarquable dans ses articles d'Algérie (écrit en 1939 et 1945) et la réalisation choquant du lecteur naïf contemporain de l'échec total du système gouvernementale coloniale. Il y a des famines en Kabylie dans les années 30, le système scolaire est à terre et il se trouve en place une régime d’apartheid qui fait difficile l'émigration vers la France. Après la deuxième guerre mondiale la situation ne change pas fondamentalement avec et les colons et les Arabes (et Berbères) soumis à une mangue de nourriture. Au même temps qu'une discrimination légale de nourriture est en place qui fait qu'un Européen Algérien reçoit plus à manger qu'un Algérien Arabe ou Berbère.

Ce qui est presque tragique est la croyance tardive et sans doute naïve de Camus qu'une fédération à la Suisse serait toujours possible à la fin des années 1950. Il ne voit pas que ses conceptions d'une identité algérienne au-delà des trois religion sur place voire des différentes ethnies ne sont plus valable dans un contexte de violence et d'affirmation des idées nationalistes. Et pourtant sa vision d'une Algérie démocratique - ethniquement et religieusement mixte et ayant abandonné son système colonial d'apartheid - de mon point de vue aurait offert une voie magnifique pour une meilleure compréhension sur les deux côtés de la Méditerranée en abolissant la fausse dichotomie arabo-musulman pauvre et européen-chrétien riche. Utopique sans doute mais une belle rêve pourtant.

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

The more recent American - New Yorker - literary scene (ok, Jonathan Franzen and Jonathan Safran Foer) never inspired much curiosity in me. I tend to shy away from what people who are too similar - urban born and raised, educated, living in a gentrified neighborhood but pretending to be different from the gentrifiers; Foer wrote an intellectual take on why to be vegetarian for crying out loud - to me both read or write. Yet, for one reason or another I picked up Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close some time ago and it actually is a really good book.

Foer essentially tells the tale of two generations incapable of dealing with the horrors they had to deal with. On the one hand these are the grand-parents who fled from Nazi Germany without ever managing to truly start a new life in New York, on the other hand is their grand-son who lost his father in the Twin Towers on 9/11. Foer weaves these two tales, which a priori have no connection of course apart from the plight of human suffering, into a coherent total even if they never truly become one, but then maybe that's the point. He combines a sort of naive pseudo-magical realism storytelling through the grandson with letters from various characters sent to one another describing their lives and - for the most part - their failure to overcome their past. The grandparents' lives objectively seen is simply horrifying and that's the life that comes after they have come to their safe haven, the USA.

What's also interesting is how Foer throws in imagery into his text. I am not usually a fan of anything out of an ordinary white page with black writing, but his experiments with individual words or sentences on one page, or the font blending into itself as to become illegible are noteworthy to say the least. I cannot say I needed this kind of innovation but especially his last idea of this kind - consisting of a number of photographs juxtaposed - drives its point home forcefully. The book - obviously - would have been highly recommendable without these also.

Friday, August 30, 2013

Königliche Hoheit

Ich habe von Thomas Mann immer noch nicht seine großen Klassiker Der Zauberberg und Doktor Faustus gelesen, eine Bildungslücke, die ich irgendwann bald angehen muß, aber durch Zufall stieß ich letztens auf ein kleines Büchleins Manns Königliche Hoheit, was jemand - ich weiß leider nicht mehr wer - auf Twitter empfohlen hatte. Da ich gebrauchte Bücher bekanntlich en masse kaufe, griff ich auch hier in einem meiner Lieblingsgebrauchtebücherläden Berlins (in der Bergmannstraße und mit einem unglaublich unhöflichen Verkäufer versehen, vive die Servicewüste Berlin!).

Königliche Hoheit ist ein wirklich merkwürdiges Buch, ich kann nicht behaupten, daß es mir sehr gut gefallen hätte, auch wenn es wirklich nicht schlecht war und sich gut und schnell lesen ließ. Wikipedia redet viel von den autobiographischen Zügen des Romans, die mir aus Unkenntnis nicht aufgefallen waren. Ich nahm viel mehr eine bizarre Liebesgeschichte - ein Märchen wirklich - zwischen dem Repräsentanzprinzen eines verarmten deutschen Kleinstaates und Tochter eines amerikanischen Multimillionärs, welche gemeinsam - und mit dem Geld des Vaters - die hohe Staatsverschuldung angehen. 

Abgesehen von gerade heute immer passenden (Eurokrise!) Witzen über die anscheinend kulturelle deutsche Obsession mit Schulden, läßt der Roman den Leser - mich - mit vielen Fragen zurück. Will Mann das verkrustete wilheminische Deutschland mit einer Kreuzung mit dem amerikanischen Kapitalismus - deutscher Abstammung - sanieren? Wahrscheinlich doch oder? Was soll uns die Verkrüppelung des prinzlichen Haupcharakters sagen? Was die Schwächlichkeit seines älteren Bruders, die Verrücktheit der Mutter? Ist das alles ein Ausdruck der inzestösen kaputten Gesellschaft am Anfang des 20. Jahrhundert, die genau zehn Jahre später spektakulär in der Novemberrevolution untergeht. In dem Fall wäre Mann ja visionärer als ich es ihm zugetraut hätte.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Agar

Marrant à quel point la Tunisie m'occupe encore, à part de religieusement suivre les développements politiques là-bas, voici alors un auteur franco-tunisien en Albert Memmi. Juif, il faisait ses études en France et décrit (pseudo?)-autobiographique son retour difficile en Tunisie avec sa femme française.  Le clash culturel ici parait impossible à dépasser même pour un couple qui s'aime mais commence à se détester pour son opposition aux aspects culturels respectifs et chers à l'autre. Ce n'est pas un chef-d’œuvre et il parait étonnement (ou pas) dépassé vu le peu de nombre de juif en Tunisie aujourd'hui et le degré auquel la vie là-bas a changé depuis le temps Memmi décrit. Et pourtant une lecture qui rend curieux d'essayer un autre de l'auteur.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Auferstanden Über Alles

Ich war beim Zeitungslesen zufällig auf Hans Magnus weniger bekannten Bruder Ulrich Enzensberger gestoßen. Dieser war in terroristische linke Gruppen in den 60er-70er Jahren verwickelt und lebt und arbeitet seit Jahren als Autor und Journalist in (West-)Berlin. Sein Buch Auferstanden Über Alles, welches ich mir daraufhin kaufte, sammelt einige seiner Reportagen aus den 80er Jahren. Diese sind unterschiedlich interessant und vor allem (aus heutiger Perspektive) unterschiedlich interessant. Am Besten war wohl seine Aufarbeitung des Deutschlandliedes und warum Theodor Heuß, dieses von den Nazis viel gesungene Lied wieder als Nationalhymne. Direkt danach sein (für mich) interessanter Artikel über die allierten Sonderrechte im besetzten West-Berlin. Eine schnelle, kurze Lektüre, als Zeitportrait interessant ohne unbedingt (und für alle) empfehlenswert zu sein.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Union Atlantic

Adam Haslett might be the best modern, young American writer that I know of. His short story collection You Are Not a Stranger Here was amazing, his first novel Union Atlantic convinced me little based on its cover or the description on its back. Yet, I bought it anyway, based on how much I had enjoyed him before and he truly rewarded me. Haslett includes a slight bit of magical realism in his novel, which tends to irritate me a bit, but notwithstanding this small default Union Atlantic is probably the novel of the US financial (note: not the real economy) crisis that I have read so far. Haslett's book reflects the US constantly at war in the Middle East, the greed of its banks and some of the people working for them, it even includes parts about the difficulty of being a - gay but not limited to that - adolescent. His characters have made good or bad career choices, but most of them are unsatisfied one way or another. His book shows life, period. And it does so without embellishments but poignantly. Highly recommendable.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

The German Europe


Prompted by the reset in thinking brought about by the euro crisis, there has been a flurry of publications dealing with a possible future of Europe recently. To begin with Daniel Cohn-Bendit and Guy Verhofstadt – both of the rarest of species: Well known Members of the European Parliament (EP) – published their federalist manifesto Debout l'Europe! Martin Schulz, President of the EP weighed in with his entry tellingly entitled The Tied Up Giant – Europe's Last Chance. Jürgen Habermas has also made his voice heard with an essay Zur Verfassung Europas. Even that weathercock of the subject du jour, Bernard-Henri Levy, has co-signed a manifesto on Europe ou le chaos? together with a number of other European writers.

Ulrich Beck with his short essay on The German Europe fits right into this – important – fad. In his book, he provides a criticism of the current state of Europe, while at the same time putting forward a new Rousseauian social contract for a better future Europe. His is an integrationist vision that he proclaims a necessity for Europe if it is to be “capable of finding answers for [today's] fundamental transformation and great challenges without falling into the trap of xenophobia and violence.”

For Beck, Europe has become German in a process that is determined by economic might on the one hand and “Merkiavelli's” (in)action on the other hand. Said inaction is what in particular reinforces German power. It is not the fear to be dominated by German money – or tanks – that prompts the submission to German policy preferences, it is the all-dominating fear – inherently part of modernity's risk society – of a forced exit from the Euro prompted by the absence of German money that results in the political might of the country.

This German inaction has been described and criticized (Beck: “Germany has become too powerful to allow itself not to take a decision”) elsewhere of course, Beck's analysis is nothing new in this regard then. It also comes up surprisingly short when he claims that Merkel had seized her chance and changed the balance of power in Europe. Even while admits himself, that the current situation is untenable with the crisis still very much – and once again – raging.

Germany's hesitant action at every recurring point of deep crisis might be sufficient to contain the problem of the day; an end to the crisis per se cannot come without deep structural and institutional solutions. Current German might in that regard is merely a temporary phenomenon based on a specific politico-economic problem-set that allows the country to position itself as a normative model whose policy solutions others are expected to apply.

This temporary and sectoral – because economic – hegemony might of course be translated into a more enduring institutional and structural format once a sort of new European Union (2.0) has emerged. Yet, Germany has so far produced little but a cacophony of voices advocating changes with little tangible proposals emanating from the supposed leader of the pack. It is is difficult to argue then that Merkel has – at least so far – managed to implement a lasting shift of powers within the EU's complex governance system.

Beck finally lays out his vision for a social contract for Europe. He regards this kind of contract as the overcoming of an out-dated national state of existence – Nationalzustand. Europe of course is not a society though, which means that a “post-national society of national societies” has to be constructed instead. The fact that there is no European people hardly matters in this regard since our societies are increasingly individualized in the first place.

The Erasmus generation were to live this kind of individualized European life horizontally already, even while the vertical, institution-oriented process of integration, prompts their criticism of Brussels. For Beck, this new social contract needs to be accompanied by more social security at the European level especially to address youth unemployment in Southern Europe. Increased integration furthermore were to go along with an increased bottom-up democratization process, leading to aforementioned individuals emerging as the sovereign of European democracy.

The German sociologist lays out an interesting vision of a German Europe, dominated by Merkiavelli's government. Yet, his analysis is a disappointingly temporal nature, not taking into account demographic, economic, nor even institutional changes, that will seriously impact the intra-EU balance of power as he presents it. His proposed social contract, finally, is an interesting idea that Beck seems to have no idea how it could be implemented though.

Dantons Tod

Georg Büchner ist einer der vielen Klassiker der deutschen Literatur, die mir vom Name her ein Begriff sind zu denen ich aber wenig detailliertes Wissen habe. Nun las ich also Büchners Dantons Tod vor einigen Wochen. Büchner war natürlich Teil des aufsässigen bürgerlichen Vormärzes in Deutschland in der ersten Hälfte des 19. Jahrhundert. Er beschreibt in seinem Theaterstück das tragische Ende eines der frühen großen Gestalten der französischen Revolution, der unter Robespierres Guillotine verendet. Büchner bezieht hierbei einerseits Position für Danton, auch wenn er dessen Lebensstil zu kritisieren scheint, andererseits weist er auf die Gefahren einer überbordenden - jakobinischen - Revolution hin.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Böse Schafe

Eine schweizer Freundin hatte mir Böse Schafe empfohlen, ich lese ja kaum neuere Literatur sonst. Gerade jetzt, nach einem Jahr dominiert von viel Lektüre im wissenschaftlichen und vor allem wirtschaftlichen Bereich, wo ich kaum in den Genuss reiner - was auch immer das genau heißen soll - Fiktion kam, gefiel mir Katja Lange-Müllers Buch ungemein. Die (Ost-)Berlinerin erzählt hier die Geschichte einer aus dem Osten gekommenden West-Berlinerin, die sich in einen, sagen wir charakterlich schwierigen, Mann verliebt. Eine schöne Geschichte über die rauen Unschönheiten des Lebens, welche sich leicht am Stück liest.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Les Mots

Je lis beaucoup trop vite en ce moment malheureusement - mon emploi du temps m'y aide trop - alors je suis tellement en arrière que mes critiques me paraissent superficielles voire superflues parfois. Mais tant pis, je fais ceci autant pour avoir un compte rendu de mes lectures que tout autre chose. Sartre alors, dont j'ai aimé la trilogie Les Chemins de la liberté que j'avais lu quand je parlais à peine le français (ou au moins je le ressens comme tel aujourd'hui). 

Les Mots est bien différent de cette trilogie sublime ainsi que peu comparable aux drames magnifiques Les Mouches et surtout Huis Clos. Ce petit bouquin est un sort de A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man en plus jeune et moins catholique. L'auteur y raconte son enfance, sa mère veuve, son grand-père dominant. Il regarde sa famille - qui lui a clairement fournie et plus tard permis une éducation importante - d'un point de vue arrogant qui est impressionnant parfois. Cela en gardant une fausse modestie voire perception ironique de ce qui concerne ses capacités intellectuels de l'époque.

En somme de tout un livre qui pâlit en comparaison avec ce que j'avais lu de Sartre avant, en terme de beauté autant que d'importance.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Chronicles - Volume 1

Arguably one of the most important (Western) artists of the 20th century, Bob Dylan came out with Volume 1 of his Chronicles a few years ago. I had been wanting to read them for a while but life had always intervened, so here almost ten years after they came I finally got around to reading the - German - version. I had never read anything by Dylan before, heard virtually all of his songs at least once, know most of the early ones by heart, but I didn't read any of his earlier attempts at straight out (biographical/literature) writing.

What is Chronicles then? It is not of course a faithful recounting of his (early) life, in fact it sets in for the most part with his arrival in New York with some flashbacks to his time in Minnesota, and thus fits the Dylan legend quite well. Just like in his Theme Time Radio Hour - filled with amazing music for the most part - he constantly name drops great artists and songs most of which I was not only familiar with but whom I for the most part adore myself (Hank Williams, Robert Johnson, Woody Guthrie of course). The most interesting aspect of all these names and songs (and books) might be the ones one wouldn't expect, Dylan seems to be much more read and globally informed than one might have thought. He thus name checks Bertolt Brecht's Dreigroschenoper, Rimbaud, Lord Byron...while also giving voice to the doubt as to what kind of music he recorded in the late 1980s concomitant with Kurtis Blow, NWA and the like.

Dylan hardly tells us anything about his personal life, there is virtually no gossip about his wives, about his many kids, instead much about his cultural origins, the singers he met and worked with before he became Dylan. He also goes on about his musical self-doubts as to the timeliness of his music as seen above already, but also as to his capacity to still produce something he may himself be satisfied with. Thus he mentions at one point that the producer of Oh Mercy was looking for songs such as the ones he had done in the past and yet he (Dylan) simply knew he couldn't deliver anymore.

Finally, and most noticeably maybe is his almost frontal attack of the protest or counter-culture movement he felt he was made the mouthpiece of. I see his point to some extent, he clearly wanted to be seen as an artist not as the exponent of a generation. Yet, at the same time, his early albums especially and this can be heard reflected in many of his early live recordings also, feature songs that were radical in their positioning of the time (and what concerns war and peace still are in the USA even today). It was little surprising then that he was expected to live up to his image as the spokesperson of his generation. 

Even in the German translation I read, Dylan seemingly managed to preserve the staccato of many of his songs as well as the name dropping of his later radio show. Chronciles is not great literature in the sense that Dylan's songs are amazing poetry, but they provide an interesting insight in the self-perception of someone who has to at least be considered among the greatest artists of the 20th century.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

The Rum Diary

One of the first solely literature novels I had read in a while, I thoroughly enjoyed Hunter S. Thompson's The Rum Diary. The author tells the story of a group of American journalists living hedonistically in Puerto Rico. Reminiscent of Hemingway or Graham Greene without most of the political or historical interest, it is a journalist's novel. Telling the tale of hard-drinking journalists living it up without knowing where to go, what really to look for what to do. Arguably, the end tries to criticize this kind of lifestyle to some extent - interestingly enough, or sexist enough, it is a woman who pays the ultimate price for it who is incapable of living this life without paying a price. Yet, at the end of the day the novel simply provides a glimpse into this life, nothing more, nothing less.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Die Inflationslüge

Mark Schieritz ist als Wirtschafskorrespondent bei der Zeit tätig und schreibt unter anderem am Blog Herdentrieb mit. Er ist einer der wenigen (relativ) prominenten öffentlichen Stimmen in Deutschland, der sich gegen die anti-Keynesianistische Mehrheitsmeinung richtet. Sein - kurzes - Buch, Die Inflationslüge - Wie uns die Angst ums Geld ruiniert und wer daran verdient, ist denn auch ein Pladöyer gegen die vollkommen überzogene Inflationsangst von den Springermedien und der FAZ (und einigen anderen) kontinuierlich hervorgeholt. Für mich, der ich mich an der Eurokrise schon viel abgearbeitet hatte, war leider relativ wenig neues in seinem Büchlein enthalten, aber es bleibt eine gute Übersicht über das Thema und die missgeleitete deutsche Politik in Bezug auf den Euro.

Friday, July 12, 2013

Postwar

Tony Judt is one of the most renowned, relatively (2010) recently deceased public intellectuals, historians around. His book Postwar - A History of Europe since 1945 is a massive - in physical size and scope - undertaking to tell the history of the divided - and then re-united - continent following the two wars that shaped its destiny. He devotes 900 pages to this endeavor, which yet is obviously impossible, he is obliged to concentrate on a number of major states while putting forward major trends and faultlines.

For me it was a fascinating introduction into regional and temporal parts of history I had been little familiar with previously. Necessarily slightly superficial where I already had a good understanding, essentially Germany and to some extent France, but ever there Judt contributed new elements or analysis to my understanding. Most valuable though, was the book for me where I knew hardly anything about such as Eastern Europe but also, say, Italian or UK history of the 1960s-1970s. The end with it heavy concentration on the very recent past seemed a bit redundant for anybody well versed with the news of the day (say, the last ten-fifteen years), yet a great overview for anybody interested in European history.