Monthly Archives: September 2012

Green Music

Some text appears to be missing from the first part of this post at Dalrymple’s Small Tumours in the Body Politic blog at Salisbury Review, but he appears to be discussing an article in Le Monde that describes the appearance of pop band Django Django at a Parisian music festival called We Love Green. The band members apparently prides themselves on being pro-multiculturalism, pro-environmentalism and anti-consumerism, which Dalrymple says is a little odd:

Django Django were students together at Edinburgh Art College, but have now moved to London, a city, one of them explained to the journalist, that is ‘noisy, dirty, consumerist,’ – but also ‘richly multicultural.’ It didn’t occur to him, apparently, that the pop music of which he is a purveyor is one of the consumerist causes of noise.

 

How Come People Rarely Die of Dementia in Poor Countries?

This Pajamas Media piece from July relates the results of a Lancet study on dementia among those over 65 in poor countries:



As in richer countries, the chances of developing dementia were lower among the better-educated. The particular protective factor was found to be literacy, not number of years at school, because in some countries literacy is not necessarily the outcome of prolonged schooling. We in the west know all about that.
 
If literacy protects against the development of dementia, ask the authors, why is there no epidemic of dementia in countries with aging populations but low literacy rates among the elderly? They answer that it is probably because those who are demented die disproportionately in such countries. However, they have not shown that there is no such epidemic; and furthermore, there is no proof that the statistical correlation between illiteracy and dementia is a causative one.


For the moment, however, the prevailing orthodoxy is that reading (and other such educated activities) create a “cognitive reserve” that protects against the development of dementia. The educated do not show signs of losing their mind because they have more of it to use, just as very rich people rarely suffer poverty.
 
It seems a good plan, then, to continue to read. Personally, I was planning on it anyway.

The total institution of Somerset Maugham


A renewed dedication to thoroughness has led your skeptical bloggers to the stunning realization that we have been missing quite a number of Dalrymple pieces. Namely – gulp – 37 of them. In particular, a change in the British Medical Journal’s website caused us to think Dalrymple was no longer writing there, and so we missed an entire summer’s worth of his BMJ pieces. So we’ll be doing some catch-up and will post a few per day so as not to inundate our email subscribers’ inboxes all at once.


For starters, this BMJ piece (subscription required) from, uh, May 29th covers Somerset Maugham’s short story “Sanatorium”:



W Somerset Maugham was admitted to a luxurious tuberculosis sanatorium in Scotland in 1918 and described it in a short story called “Sanatorium,” published in 1947. The oldest resident (one could hardly call him a patient any longer) is called McLeod, and has been there for 17 years. Naively, the protagonist, a young man named Ashenden, asks him what he does with himself all day long:

“Do? Having TB is a whole-time job, my boy. There’s my temperature to take and then I weigh myself. I don’t hurry over my dressing. I have breakfast, I read the papers and go for a walk. Then I have my rest. I lunch and play bridge. I have another rest and then I dine. I play a bit more bridge and I go to bed.”


McLeod’s life is enlivened by an enmity with the second oldest resident, Campbell, who covets his room, the best in the sanatorium, and waits for him to die so that he can inherit it. When he does suddenly die—having defeated Campbell at bridge with a grand slam doubled and redoubled—the greatest ambition of Campbell’s life having been fulfilled, the light goes out of his life and he soon follows McLeod to the grave: petty enmity was the only purpose of his existence.

Freedom of Expression, Without the Expression

French imam Hassen Chalghoumi on the magazine Charlie Hebdo, recent publishers of Mohammed cartoons:

It is for them now to accept their part in the material damage that will be caused, and in every building burnt, every person attacked or killed, their responsibility will be involved.

As far as Hassen Chalghoumi is concerned, then, you can have any freedom you like—so long as you don’t exercise it.

French with Tears

The folks at the Salisbury Review considered calling Dalrymple’s new blog there The Hilarious Pessimist before settling on Small Tumours on the Body Politic. Both names are appropriate for this piece. Here, he comments on a French mother who physically attacked her son’s teacher:

The mother of the pupil… no doubt considered that it was an outrage that any offspring of so important and irreproachable person as herself should be criticised as having been imperfect in some way. This was an attack on her inalienable right to self-esteem that, other than that to freedom from consequences, is the most basic of all human rights.

Pity the thief

On his blog at the Salisbury Review website, Dalrymple writes of a councillor for Melton North who expressed sympathies for four burglars:
Was Pam Posnett thinking of her electoral chances when she said this, calculating that there were at least as many criminals in Melton North as ordinary householders, and that therefore it was advisable for her not to come too firmly down on the side of householders against burglars?
Even more alarming, however, was the manner in which she expressed herself. It was thoroughly representative of the moral and intellectual degeneration of public life in this country. At the same time, of course, I have personal sympathy for Pam Posnett: it must be terribly boring to have to live with thoughts such as hers.

Eat the Rich Now, Starve Later


As personal incomes and government revenues suffer from the ongoing economic malaise, the rich are increasingly discredited and even hated. As Dalrymple points out in a piece for the Library of Law and Liberty (h/t Mary Catelli), they are unique in this regard:


There is one group that is not protected from hate-speech: the rich. Of the rich it is permissible, and in some circles de rigueur, to speak disparagingly or hatefully…

The best-known remark of the current President of France, François Hollande, was that he did not like the rich. Would he have said that he did not like Jews, Arabs, the poor, postmen, drivers, pedestrians, bicyclists, or any other group the defining characteristic of whose membership is not itself criminal? He wouldn’t even have dared, politically, to say that he didn’t like tramps, drug addicts or alcoholics.

Read the whole thing here

So money makes us happy after all: Are we surprised?

Dalrymple writes in the Express about the results of a study commissioned by Prime Minister Cameron:

The survey found that the richest people tend to be the happiest, the least anxious and most fulfilled in their lives; poor people the least happy, the most anxious and least fulfilled in their lives.

He discusses some interesting caveats and corollaries to this finding, including for example, the effect that meritocracy has on one’s contentment. But he returns to the PM:
…this is bad news for Mr Cameron who commissioned the survey for he will no longer be able to argue (if the economy does not improve), that it does not really matter because increased wealth does not make people happier anyway.
In trying to find a non-economic means of measuring our wellbeing he was almost certainly trying to excuse himself in advance for any possible failure in the economic field.
It is extremely unlikely that this would wash with the public – and the public would be right.

Farewell Fear now available

New English Review Press has just published their second collection of Dalrymple essays. Farewell Fear covers the essays Dalrymple wrote for the website from 2009 to mid-2012. The book is available for sale now in paperback and in Kindle format at Amazon.com’s US website. The cover features Goya’s disturbing Saturn Devouring His Son (which I have seen in the Prado and can hardly believe was painted almost 200 years ago). For many of us, Dalrymple’s monthly New English Review essays have become some of his most profound and enjoyable works, and any collection of them immediately becomes a real treasure.
NER also released Anything Goes last year, which collected Dalrymple’s pieces from 2005 to 2009 and which I am embarrassed to say we still haven’t placed on the website. We have much catching up to do.