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Russell Jacoby
Stray phrases are sometimes more revealing than central points. Lynn
Garafola in her intemperate review of my book calls me a self-proclaimed
leftist. What she means is that I have not been licensed by her circles that
deliver the official proclamations. She is incensed because I lack respect
for their rituals and successes like New Yorker notice. In her list of public
intellectuals I have failed to acknowledge, she includes October editor
Rosalind Krauss, an art critic so well-known that a New Yorker profile (on
someone else) opened with a description of her living room. I like that,
but Im a little puzzled by the reasoning. Is it Krausss living room that
makes her a public intellectual? Or Janet Malcolms description of it in
the New Yorker? Or both?
Garafola, a self-proclaimed critic, tries to deck me with an argument and
her personal Roladex. She believes that history is a one-way street of progress and revolution. Anyone who reflects on what might be lost is guilty
of romanticism and nostalgia; I want to turn back the clock while she
embraces a glorious future. She has learned that material conditions
determine cultural life. To reflect on possibilities and pressures is to
blame the victim. Might (aging) new left professors be wanting in some
respect? They are victims of older intellectuals and a hostile world. The
abattoir of history is an American campus; the victims are university
professors. Their plight is tragic; their efforts heroic.
I stated in my preface: My friends, generation, and self are not the heroes
or victims. I prize a younger left intelligentsia that I believe has surrendered too much. I take as a measuring rod an older generation of intellectuals whose work I often criticize (pp. xiixiii). This inflames many
reviewers who require unadulterated praise or condemnation. What?
Younger intellectuals are not heroes? And older intellectuals have estimable qualities? Garafola writes that I want an intelligentsia in the image
of the New York intellectuals and she scorns my endless romance for
the Sidney Hooks, Norman Podhoretzes, Lionel Trillings. What book did
she read? My chapter New York, Jewish and Other Intellectuals directly
tackles the New York group, and questions their contribution and
radicalism. I ponder why so many of the New York Jewish intellectuals
hastily beat a retreat from radicalism (pp. 8596). I expressly take issue
with their inflated reputations (pp. 10006). Trillings writings are
casual and familiar; Hook has produced no original or coherent
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philosophical work. For all the hoopla, the New York intellectuals are not
theoretically impressive. This does not fit into Garafolas cardboard
world; she cant figure it out. If you criticize younger thinkers, you must
idolize older ones. You are either for usyounger, bright, hip New York
writersor against us. She states that I blame the New Left for the
demise of American intellectual life. She means: I do not simply celebrate
younger left thinkers.
I evaluate public intellectual life, circumscribing my argument in several
ways. With a generational grid, I survey younger thinkers born since 1940
who are products of American experience and schools; I also explicitly
confine myself to writers of non-fictionsocial, political and economic
thinkers. I state emphatically that it is hardly a question of blame or
personal qualities. The proposition of a missing generation does not
malign individuals. It is not a statement about personal integrity or
genius (p. 4). None of this matters to Garafola; she reads critical analysis
as a poison-pen letter. She might argue that my generational categories
make no sense or that I should not restrict myself to non-fiction. She
doesnt bother.
Excluding novelists, visual artists, poets I see few younger social and
political intellectuals with a public profile. Garafola counters with a list
that begins, presumably, with her strongest candidate. She asks us first to
consider Martin Duberman. A professor, he writes drama, cultural history, biography and a weekly newspaper column. Here is a younger
public intellectual! Thats very nice, but Martin Duberman, almost 60 (b.
1930), is hardly a young intellectual. Americans are forever youthful, but
this seems extreme.
Next she nominates Edward Said. I think a reasonable case can be made
for Said as a younger public intellectual, though at 53 (b. 1935) like Christopher Lasch (b. 1932) he may be classified more accurately as part of a
transitional generation. Thoughtfully her third candidate is her husband
(and Saids Columbia University colleague) Eric Foner, an author of
widely read volumes integrating the new history within a radical
framework. Then she proposes black women novelists, Toni Morrison
and Alice Walker. To be sure, superb, but I expressly exclude novelists.
And that brings us back to Rosalind Krauss and her living room. As her
best shots, these miss the building.
Her second tier are names culled from her address book: Richard Kostelanetz, Barbara Ehrenreich, Mike Davis, Elizabeth Kendell, Paul Buhle,
etc. etc. I am pleased she has so many friends, but it does not add up. I
am looking for a generational presence, a series of compelling public
thinkers. Can she seriously believe that the indefatigable Richard Kostelanetz, poet, essayist, artist-of-all-trades, and self-promoter, is a public intellectual, highly visible in her terms? Again I must emphasize: my conclusions are not judgements on the value of these peoples contribution, but
on the relationship to a larger public culture. For instance, I also think
Paul Buhle writes stimulating essays and books, and yes, he founded
Radical America and Cultural Correspondences (two marginal outfits). Does
that make him a public intellectual? I dont think sowhich is also different from blaming him. Ditto for Mike Davis, and others she suggests.
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