Blood in the Square (Book Review)

John Bean is a veteran of the nationalist movements in the United Kingdom in the 1960s.  Alternative Right published a lengthy interview with him by Colin Liddell which I found fascinating, even though I had not heard of most of the men mentioned, including Bean himself; it was enough to get me to buy the book and read it.

Blood in the Square: Life, Love and Political Conflict in Sixties Britain is Bean’s fictionalized account of those days.  The book is a quick read, and Bean’s talent is in distilling all the reasons for rightist failure into a simple, readable, fairly entertaining account.  From the preface:

Blood in the Square takes the reader inside the nationalist movements of the mid-sixties vying for support on the anti-immigration bandwagon.  Importantly, it tells you what these people were like, what they thought and how they lived.  Much of this is based on the author’s experiences.

The plot revolves around one Victor Blackwood, an activist in the Nationalist Action Movement (NAM) who travels about meeting with other activists and making speeches while his marriage crumbles.  Other prominent characters are Alan Laudersby, a young chemist drawn to the NAM but wary of anti-Semitism and violence; Charles Barnet, and old veteran activist happy to mix it up; David Pearman, a leftist journalist (but I repeat myself); Len Norris, one of  Blackwood’s guards; and Harris, a NAM follower but also a low-life.  Speeches and meetings are menaced by mobs of “Trots”.

The salient characteristics of the story are:

  • The difficulty of mobilizing a movement in the face of a culture dominated by leftism and all its works;
  • Social and employment pressures working against anyone joining the nationalist right;
  • Fractures in the right, with associated infighting;
  • A movement whose audience is described thusly:  “They ranged from the near criminally insane, via social misfits to ordinary people worried about the change that mass immigration was giving.”
  • The pervasiveness of violence, mostly initiated by the left, but almost always blamed on the right.

There is no happy ending; the efforts failed, just look at the United Kingdom today.  One wonders if Bean simply took today’s environment and anachronistically imposed it on his time in the ’60s, so much of it rings eerily familiar.  That was 50 years ago, the collapse still moves to the same beat.

Wherever you may fall in the disaffected right, you can see we face the same challenges today.  Blood in the Square describes failed efforts to build a following.  The problem with trying to build a following is that, while most people are followers, they have already been led somewhere by our hostile elites.  The chances of getting their attention and leading them somewhere else are low indeed.  I commend efforts to cultivate an alternative elite, because that is what will be needed as our nation unravels.

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Casino Royale (Book Review)

Indulge me in a little pulp fiction. I have never read an Ian Fleming book, and I have only seen one James Bond movie. It was a Roger Moore version–I can’t remember which one–and I was not impressed; I want my spy stories to be serious. I loved Mission Impossible and hated Get Smart when I was young. So when Richard Spencer did yet another Radix podcast on James Bond, they mentioned that the books were very different from the movies, so I had to read one.

Figuring I would get necessary background in the first installment, I picked Casino Royale.  It’s a good, short book. Notice how so many books today are long and serialized?  Movies are similar.  It’s a relief to be able to zip through a complete story.  The plot was tight–nothing fantastical–and the writing good enough.  Bond was not the Movie Bond. there was nothing frivolous. Bond has a real human side.  The story lingers in my mind days after reading it.  I’ll probably read another eventually.

It made me think of the Cold War; Casino Royale was published in 1953, the end of the beginning of the Cold War. A few notes about the time:

  • The Berlin Airlift, 1948, touched off the Cold War;
  • Alger Hiss trial, 1948;
  • China goes Communist, 1949;
  • Senator McCarthy’s Wheeling speech on the infiltration of Communism in the State Department, 1950;
  • Julius and Ethel Rosenberg give away the nuclear secret, 1950;
  • The Korean War, 1950-53;
  • Whittaker Chamber’s Witness, 1952;
  • Russell Kirk’s The Conservative Mind, 1953;
  • National Review founded, 1955

The Cold War must have been a huge shock after the struggle of World War II, and now a dark sinister cloud descended over the country, with the government honeycombed with a large Fifth Column. Right wing resistance was rising from a liberal-dominated society.

More on the home front:

  • Boring baseball, and the New York Yankees dominate, win five straight World Series, 1949-53
  • Levittown, NY:  the birth of suburbia, 1947-51
  • The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit, 1955

I won’t try to comment on the significance of Ian Fleming’s Bond.  It’s good pulp.

The Collapse of Complex Societies (Book Review)

“The world is changed, I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, I smell it in the air; much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.”  So begins Peter Jackson’s film adaptation of Lord of the Rings.

Collapse is in the air, I can feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, I smell it in the air.  It’s not a recent notion.  There has been a proliferation of works over the last century, and today we see a proliferation of post-apocalyptic writings and films.  Three great works of collapse appeared during and soon after World War I and its aftermath, the Great Depression:

  • Oswald Spengler’s The Decline of the West, 1918
  • Pitirim Sorokin, Social and Cultural Dynamics, four volumes, 1937-1941
  • Arnold Toynbee, A Study of History, 12 volumes (!), spanning 1934-61.

There are a number of takes on the matter, among which are James Burnham’s Suicide of the West, Julius Evola’s Men Among the Ruins,  René Guénon’s The Crisis of the Modern World, Romano Guardini’s The End of the Modern World.  Lord Kenneth Clark’s BBC television series Civilisation explores the history of the West through art and ends with a grim outlook.  I also will at another time look at John Carroll’s The Wreck of Western Culture, another art-based look at the West.  All say essentially the same thing:  collapse is in the air.

By collapse I, and all these authors, don’t mean where you look out the window and one day everything is in ruins, such as would be after an earthquake.  I believe World War I was the beginning of the end, a catastrophe which began a long decline, which we are now 100 years into.  It’s not a matter of “someday it’s going to collapse”, it’s “we are 100 years into collapse; how much more, what is next?”

This review deals with Joseph A. Tainter’s The Collapse of Complex Societies (Cambridge University Press; first published in 1988 but in its 24th printing as of 2013), an academic study which is a little bit different.  Tainter, an anthropologist and historian, defines collapse as “a sudden, pronounced loss of an established level of sociopolitical complexity.”  He reviews a number of civilizations which have collapsed and disappeared, and summarizes the reasons for collapse offered by so many:

  • Resource depletion
  • New resources
  • Catastrophes
  • Insufficient response to circumstances
  • Other complex societies
  • Intruders
  • Conflict/contradictions/mismanagement
  • Social dysfunction
  • Mystical factors
  • Chance concatenation of events
  • Economic explanations

His survey is useful in that most of us have embraced one as our favorite.  Tainter points out that each challenge has been successfully met by many societies, so each one by itself is not a “civilization killer.”

The difference in Tainter’s approach is that he offers a theory that accounts for any and all such challenges to a complex society.  He begins with the idea that, as a society faces a challenge (from the above list or something new), it meets that challenge or fails.  When it meets the challenge, the solution adds complexity to the society.  Complexity doesn’t just happen, it is a problem-solving strategy.  That complexity, however, yields benefits beyond the cost of that complexity.  There is a marginal return.

A complex society will start collapsing when, faced with challenges, the implemented solutions stop yielding benefits  beyond the cost of the solution; in sum, when a society’s solutions hit the point of diminishing returns.  It’s a basic economic concept applied to a society, not in terms of money, but in general terms of inputs and outputs.

A good example is the cost-benefit of a university education.  Once it was a great benefit to educate some people at the university level; can anyone truly say it’s a benefit today to send everyone to university so they can work at Starbuck’s?  It’s a staggering increase in cost for less and less return.  Thus we find ourselves in a situation where we are well past the point of diminishing returns.

A society does not have infinite resources to pour into infinite solutions; at some point the only solution is to unwind to a less complex state where the return is about the same, or just fall apart to due extreme pressure.  But a complex society usually won’t do that voluntarily, it is usually imposed by external circumstances.  Things will be unwound or brought to ruin, one way or another.

Tainter explores his theory in three case studies:  the Western Roman Empire, the Mayans, and the Chacoans.   The Dark Ages that followed the collapse of the Western Roman Empire show a long, slow process of unwinding and ruin.

Tainter summarizes by saying:

“A complex society that has collapsed is suddenly smaller, simpler, less stratified, and less socially differentiated.  Specialization decreases and there is less centralized control.  The flow of information drops, people trade and interact less, and there is overall lower coordination among individuals and groups.  Economic activity drops to a commensurate level, while the arts and literature experience such a quantitative decline that a dark age often ensues.  Population levels tend to drop, and for those who are left the known world shrinks.”

and closes with,

“However much we like to think of ourselves as something special in world history, in fact industrial societies are subject to the same principles that caused earlier societies to collapse.  If civilization collapses again, it will be from failure to take advantage of the current reprieve [the power vacuum caused by the collapse of the USSR], a reprieve paradoxically both detrimental and essential to our anticipated future.”

I see us as locked into slow collapse.  We are beset by problems without clear solutions, and where there are clear solutions, there is no political will and ability to make them happen.  We are in a situation where natural constraints will force the unwinding or ruin.  It’s an opportunity, to be sure; there is much that is decadent and destructive that will be jettisoned.  Much about our current ways will be discredited as failure.  That is not all bad.  Much good will be lost.  Much good was preserved in the Dark Ages.

The thing I really liked about the book is that now I can see the evolution of complexity in all areas of life, and I wonder about the good it’s going to do.  Is it worth it?  Are we going to get anything out of this?  Are we going to maintain the complexity for its own sake (see:  bureaucracy)?  Is there a way to unwind and get equal output?  Remember:  complexity is a problem-solving strategy.  Apply complexity wisely.

While it’s an academic book, it’s not that long (200 pages), it’s readable, and the subject is fascinating.

 

The Second Coming

William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?