I know Jed pretty well here at Yale Law; we were in "small group" together, meaning the groups of eighteen students who share a seminar and the rest of their larger classes first semester. And since he is political in his intellectual way, we talked quite a bit. He has a rather aesthetic view of politics - maybe it's linked to his environmental instincts - and we often played a bit off of his studied liberalism and my socialism. Once when we were in heated debate, he waved his hand and proclaimed at me, "Back, back to the margins of politics from whence you came." And yes, Jed being the nice guy he is, actually came up to me later to assure me he meant nothing mean by the comment.
But he does tend to cite Eastern European philosophers on the fragility of the liberal enlightenment and worries that the social democratic ideal is endangered in a more international world where the chaos and illiberalism of the third world could undermine those ideals.
There is a bit of "aw shucks" salesmanship in this whole package. Jed was home-schooled and he does talk like he learned to speak by reading philosophical tracts, but he isn't some alien Owen Meany type. This sort of alienates people from the substance of what he is saying even at Yale, where overlayered legalese is usually pretty acceptable. But then again, the "new sincerity" is probably no less alienating than most postmodern twistings of language.
And Jed does care about real things, like stripmining of his home state of West Virginia destroying the land and livelihoods of the people, the rise of agribusiness and the oppression bred by that, so if he can grab the microphone as a spokesman for "youth in America", more power to him. Better him than a whole host of the libertarian types some in the media are trying to hype.
---Nathan Newman
> -----Original Message-----
> From: owner-lbo-talk at lists.panix.com
> [mailto:owner-lbo-talk at lists.panix.com]On Behalf Of Peter Kilander
> Sent: Monday, September 06, 1999 11:43 PM
> To: lbo-talk at lists.panix.com
> Subject: the New Sincerity
>
>
> [Doug, in your recent response to Max Sawicky about reactions to
> inequality
> you said
> "They lack any kind of
> vocabulary to express their alienation, anxiety, and resentment - any
> vocabulary, that is, beyond the individualized strategies of writing
> better resumes and various forms of self-blame and scapegoating."
> I'd add that another result is the increasing amount of cynicism.
>
> This fella below sounds like John Irving's Owen Meany. He
> probably considers
> Suck a den of iniquity and corruption, although the piece doesn't say
> whether or not he surfs the information superhighway.]
> ----------------------------------------------
> 9/5/99 New York Times Magazine
> Against Irony
>
> A new culture war is being waged against the evils of the knowing smirk —
> and a sincere young man named Jedediah Purdy is leading the charge.
>
> By MARSHALL SELLA
> ------------------------------------------------------------------
> ----------
> ----
>
>
> Jedediah Purdy is out on what he likes to call a ramble. Walking
> through the
> wooded hills near his family's remote West Virginia house, he
> snaps up wild
> blackberries and feels the soil that has been punished by the summer's
> drought. He eventually reaches a high meadow and finds a
> sprawling ash tree
> that holds special meaning for him. "I had vaguely animist
> sensibilities as
> a boy," he says, spreading his pale hand along the bark. "I used
> to come and
> drink from this tree after a rain. Water would seep from its
> exposed roots.
> I had no predictive theory of what would happen when I drank from
> it. I just
> figured I would find out." If the natural world once inspired mystical
> thoughts in Purdy, it now brings out his professorial side. Pausing to
> examine a dry stream bed, he muses: "Nature is a complicated and layered
> repository of human aspirations. It was a privilege to grow up in this
> landscape."
>
> Though he speaks distantly about his boyhood, Purdy is 24 and
> looks younger.
> And though he speaks abstractly about nature, the real world — all that is
> palpable and good — is an absolute fetish for him. As he tramps
> through the
> forest, there is no vine that Purdy cannot identify. His boyhood is past,
> but he can still clench his feet into little foot-fists —
> grabbing the dirt
> with his toes — and walk straight down steep hills.
>
> Purdy was home-schooled until age 13. His sudden exposure to pop
> culture has
> kindled in him a blocky notion that America is in Trouble. The country, he
> insists, is in the throes of corrosive irony. "It's less than a
> scourge," he
> says, "but no better than a blight." Purdy's first book, "For
> Common Things:
> Irony, Trust and Commitment in America Today," advocates hope, politics —
> really, earnestness itself — all in an effort to cure a society that
> devalues what it should embrace.
>
> In the book's preface, Purdy defines his project as "one young
> man's letter
> of love for the world's possibilities." For the next 204 pages, his ardor
> never dims. He frets terribly about the deadening effects of
> irony, warning
> that "if we care for certain things, we must in honesty hazard
> some hope in
> their defense." The thing reads like a single, protracted cri de coeur. "I
> cannot help believing that we need a way of thinking, and doing,"
> he writes,
> "that has in it more promise of goodness than the one we are now
> following."
>
> Jed Purdy has a wide, sensible mouth and eyes that curve downward when he
> smiles — which is often, for he is nothing if not a courteous young man.
> Newspaper articles from as early as 1988, when the boy won his state's
> spelling bee by nailing "blandishment," paint him much as he
> looks today: "a
> clear-speaking and polite teen-ager." After stagnating for three
> years at a
> local high school, Purdy attended Exeter and then Harvard; he is now
> studying law at Yale. Freshly burdened by the weight of the
> world, his brow
> is etched with new concern lines, two deep curves over the bridge of his
> nose that form an empty parenthetical.
>
> "I am alarmed at how most people, including me, can open up to
> indifference," he says. "The ironic sensibility inhibits the act of
> remembering how to value what you value."
>
> Purdy is hardly alone in his critique. These days, irony — in particular,
> the sardonic edge typified by David Letterman — is under siege.
> Steve Martin
> has begun describing it in print as "a virus"; The Minneapolis
> Star Tribune
> claims it is "crippling" the nation's youth. Even John McCain, the
> Republican Senator, rarely gives a speech in his Presidential campaign
> without vowing to "declare war on cynicism." A more extended consideration
> of irony's caustic effects has come from the novelist David
> Foster Wallace.
> In an essay included in his 1997 collection, "A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll
> Never Do Again," Wallace writes that irony and ridicule are "agents of a
> great despair and stasis in U.S. culture" — and, moreover, "enfeebling,"
> "tiresome" and "a new junta."
>
> Wallace and Purdy reach this common ground via two very different routes.
> Wallace's attack is shot through with knowing references to Garry
> Shandling,
> Isuzu commercials and "Married . . . With Children." Purdy prefers Thoreau
> and Montaigne, though he is equally enamored of truisms — the
> stunning fact
> that politicians "have always preferred words to deeds," for
> instance. Even
> in person, he expresses such thoughts with pure conviction. "Some
> judgments
> are right and some are wrong," he says. "Valuing the natural world is
> right."
>
> Alfred A. Knopf, his publisher, could not have eugenically bred a better
> spokesmodel for sincerity than Jedediah Purdy. In a world filled with
> rogues, punks and Wall Street sharpies, Purdy looks just like that Fine
> Young Man whom every father wishes his daughter would bring to dinner, the
> fair-haired boy who not only professes decency but exudes it from every
> respectful pore. His abnormally vast vocabulary, offset by his air of
> diffidence, seems to put the whammy on everyone he meets. Robert Kuttner,
> the co-editor of the liberal journal The American Prospect, lapses into a
> reverential trance at the sound of Purdy's name. "He is the genuine
> article," says Kuttner. "Modesty and astonishing talent are what
> make him .
> . . a star."
>
> Kuttner met Purdy in 1997. "We were thinking of starting a fellowship," he
> says. "Jed walked in the door and just blew our socks off. It was hard to
> believe he was from Earth. He'd read so much, and wrote like a grown-up.
> Paul Starr, my co-editor, is not an easy man to please — but said
> soon after
> that, 'The only thing I can compare him to is a young Walter Lippmann."'
> Although there was no money in his budget for fellowships, Kuttner grabbed
> Purdy and never looked back.
>
> After leaving Harvard, Purdy began working to expand an article
> on irony he
> had written for The American Prospect. It never occurred to him
> to test the
> waters before leaping headlong into the project. Last year, he submitted a
> manuscript, whole, to an agent he had met through Kuttner. It eventually
> landed on the desk of a 27-year-old assistant editor named Leyla Aker, who
> was about to consign it to the Knopf slush pile when she paged
> through it on
> a whim. Impressed, she passed the manuscript to Ashbel Green, a senior
> editor. "I thought we could reach a young audience with this book," Green
> says. "If we got lucky, and it took off, it could be a little like 'The
> Greening of America."'
>
> Only later did Aker learn that Purdy was 24 and a home-schooler. "I said,
> 'You've got to be kidding!"' she recalls. "It may sound like we chose him
> from Central Casting, but that's not the way it worked. The kid
> from nowhere
> had valuable things to say." In the end, Purdy was paid a $75,000 advance
> for his manuscript. It was only lightly edited.
>
> Knopf has packaged its hot new property in a cover so exquisitely
> plain that
> it looks like a high-tech Quaker prayer book, with a thin red border to
> suggest reliability and a sea of white space around the title.
> "We wanted a
> design that was simple," says Aker, "something that would hark back to the
> 18th century, when politics was a part of life." Purdy is unaware
> of most of
> the publishing decisions involving his book. He jokes that Knopf
> leaves him
> in the dark about all the sausage-factory details to keep him
> unsullied. "I
> have a sense," he says, "that they think I'm rather fragile." It wasn't
> until reading the book's bound galleys that he learned about his coming
> "four-city author tour" and "appearances including C-Span and NPR." He did
> not know who had been approached to "blurb" the book — or, really, how
> "blurbing" works. But he was thrilled when Knopf publicists told him that
> Bill Moyers loved his book. "Isn't that wild?" he said, in a rare
> departure
> from High English. "He apparently stayed up all night reading it.
> He said it
> was the best book he'd read in 10 years!"
>
> The West Virginia of Jedediah Purdy's youth "was not an ironic
> place," as he
> likes to say. His teddy bear was named Teddy. His sister Hannah's stuffed
> bunny was called Bunny. Wood came from out back. Meat came from cattle the
> family slaughtered.
> Jed Purdy was born three months after the resignation of Richard Nixon. He
> was named for Jedediah Strong Smith, the mountain man of the early 1800's
> who opened up the West and was killed by Comanches. His parents, Wally and
> Deirdre Purdy, had moved to West Virginia from Pennsylvania the previous
> spring to revive an agrarian ideal, to turn their backs on the
> hollowness of
> mainstream living. They were hippies then, excited to grow their
> own food in
> the wilderness and make sense out of life with both hands. As
> Deirdre Purdy
> says, "We believed what Wendell Berry wrote about — living in a certain
> place and making what you can of the place." Within a few years,
> Wally built
> the solid red-oak house they live in today. They got indoor
> plumbing only in
> 1989; until the late 1970's, their house was lighted solely by natural-gas
> lamps.
>
> The younger Purdy likes to describe his rural upbringing as "gritty." Yet
> Jed never grew into a character as rough-hewn as his West Virginia
> neighbors. "I wasn't always good at encountering the fate of our
> slaughtered
> animals," he admits. "Once, we had a pig named Amigo. I won him in a
> greased-pig contest when I was 10. With motives I remember as
> being utterly
> nontactical, I had rubbed his snout just before the competition. I'd
> befriended him. So on release, he made a beeline for me. When they killed
> him, my father paid me $30. I was so upset that I had to leave for a whole
> day."
>
> The elder Purdys had resolved, early on, to be that 1970's ideal: parents
> who fostered learning but didn't interfere. Wally read Jed and Hannah "The
> Chronicles of Narnia" and a biography of Frederick Douglass. After Jed
> picked up "Charlotte's Web" at the age of 6, he began reading five hours a
> day, devouring Laura Ingalls Wilder and countless outdoorsy
> manuals. He read
> about blacksmithing, bear hunting and gourd banjos. "The American Boy's
> Handy Book" taught him how to build ice boats and care for crows. "I was
> completely prepared to have a pet crow," he says. "I took out the entire
> collection on crows from the Charleston library. But I never
> found a nest."
>
> For the boy Purdy, everything in life seemed a weighty invitation to
> self-betterment. His letter to Santa Claus, written at the age of
> 8, did not
> ask for gifts; it merely wished Rudolph and Mrs. Claus well,
> before closing
> with the solemn declaration: "I have tried to be good. Judge me as you
> will."
>
> Jed could himself be a fierce moralizer. "I disliked public displays of
> affection," he says, carrying a bucket of pond water up to a tomato patch
> near the house. "I did not think people should drink beer. I was
> a bundle of
> prudish little tics."
>
> His mother agrees. "He was born judging people," Deirdre Purdy says,
> laughing as she spreads dried-blood powder on the tomato plants
> to keep deer
> away. "We were chastened for every lapse! Really, it was like having a
> priest in the house. How would you like it?"
>
> For the most part, the Purdys managed to steel themselves against the
> mainstream. "From 1975 to 1986, this family was checked out of
> pop culture,"
> Jed says. "My parents say it was a good decade to miss." But even in the
> idylls of his prudent childhood, he had brushes with irony. "The
> first time
> I felt the force of the ironic impulse," he says, "was watching a nature
> program called 'Wild America.' It was a morality play involving
> good and bad
> species. There was a sustained shot of a young antelope running from a
> hyena. The narrator, Marty Stouffer, had a curious voice-over" — here,
> Purdy's voice goes high and ludicrously dramatic — in which he said: 'Run,
> run, little antelope, run! That hyena was born to kill, but you
> were born to
> run!' It was the first time I was embarrassed by sanctimony." He didn't
> quite snicker, but he thought about it.
>
> Jed's early collisions with irony were especially jarring because of the
> home-schooled isolation of his past. On arrival at Calhoun County High
> School at the age of 13, he knew next to nothing about the
> esoteric codes of
> teen-age society. "I had no idea that kids have a pecking order, that you
> can besmirch yourself just by being seen talking to a certain person," he
> recalls. "I also didn't know that you can't just talk about
> whatever you're
> interested in — that you must choose your topics with an eye to general
> interest." Jed was always offering up thoughts on such
> teeny-bopper faves as
> aid to the Contras and gun control.
>
> When Jed finally did leave West Virginia, it was for Exeter. It
> sounds like
> an oddly savvy choice, but he was fed up with life at Calhoun High, and
> Exeter was the only private school he had ever heard of. He didn't know
> enough to be daunted when he met the dean of admissions — but
> then, Jed had
> always been good at befriending grown-ups. And not surprisingly, his
> teachers at Exeter loved him. One wrote reports praising the boy's
> "maturity, fairness, dependability and judgment." Another gushed, "I feel
> like I have met a young William Buckley."
>
> In 1993, Purdy headed for Harvard. His first week there, he
> stared directly
> into the face of the Beast. There is a custom at the university
> of screening
> "Love Story" for incoming freshmen, who gleefully heckle the film. You can
> guess the gibes: Ali MacGraw's first appearance is met with shouts of,
> "You're gonna get cancer!" When she steps into a cab, somebody yells, "To
> the morgue — and step on it!"
>
> Appalled by such cavalier treatment of a serious illness, Purdy
> stomped the
> perimeter of Harvard Yard, then dashed off a letter to The
> Crimson. "I felt
> this was a hideous practice," he says. "Placing this at the
> beginning of the
> orientation seemed an induction of students into a cold, self-satisfied
> manner." Jed's war on what he calls "unchecked and unchallenged" irony had
> begun.
>
> Wally and Deirdre Purdy's boy is actually part of a new breed of writers.
> They are extremely young, aggressively publicized and seemingly
> enamored of
> lost virtues. Whether they represent a sustained cultural trend — an
> atavistic backlash against hip-but-directionless Generation X — remains to
> be seen. Either way, publishers are pleased to showcase their young-fogy
> sensibilities. You need look no further than Wendy Shalit, who was 23 when
> she wrote "A Return to Modesty," which attempted to shape a new
> feminism out
> of very old mores. Or James Prosek, who at 20 published a
> rhapsodic book on
> trout fishing inspired by his 17th-century role model, Izaak Walton.
>
> Youth excuses prose that, in an older author's work, would look
> self-indulgent or disgracefully naive. But Jed Purdy is sly enough to
> acknowledge his innocence right up front: to dull the critics' knives by
> taking the easiest swipe at his own book. "Is this work a snapshot of one
> young man's passion?" he says. "It is absolutely! I am really in
> love with a
> lot of things about the world. The book is a kind of preface to
> the rest of
> the decisions I am going to have to make in life."
>