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In a society dominated by the language of markets,
have we lost all sense of moral purpose?
By Rowan Williams
Mammons Kingdom: an Essay on Britain, Now
David Marquand
Allen Lane, 276pp, 20
The titles of this books chapters tell us
baldly that it is a story of decline and corruption: Britain, Now (listen to the effect
of that comma) is a culture that has moved
away from any effective commitments to
honour, to intelligent collective memory,
to ideals of public life and reasoned public debate. Hedonism Trumps Honour,
Charismatic Populism Smothers Democratic Debate; this is our story, and it leaves
us disturbingly at sea when we try to answer the question posed in the last chapter:
Who Do We Think We Are?
It is not an unfamiliar story, and a groundswell of articulately angry books has raised
comparable questions, from Will Hutton,
These little piggies went to market: scandals such as MPs expenses and bankers bonuses suggest a mindset that shirks moral challenges
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Marquand is clear
that we cannot write off
religious traditions
This is a good deal more than just a general appeal to religious values as part of
our social capital (lots of goodwill to make
volunteer organisations work, and so on).
Marquand, who has no confessional axe to
grind, has actually done some of the necessary reflection on religious doctrine that so
many commentators find too taxing. Readers will doubtless disagree about whether
these themes outweigh what they see as the
less constructive elements in communities
of faith. But at least there is the material here
for informed argument.
It is interesting that he uses the word
honour to encapsulate some of what has
been lost. Its a word that many will find
uncomfortable; it has suffered from associations with patriarchy (the nightmare
world of honour killings), with status
obsession and the hypocrisies that go with
it with a world of artificial conventions,
thin-skinned rivalries and murderous repressiveness. Yet Marquand boldly sets out
to reclaim it as an essential aspect of reinstating public virtue, and his case deserves
to be taken seriously.
Stripped of some of its cultural deformations, what is this about? Basically, honour is what makes it possible to look into
your eyes in the mirror without shrinking
too much. It does not have to be self-congratulatory; in its simplest form, it is just a
matter of knowing what questions you need
to be asking yourself for the sake of staying
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BOOKS
we are part of a sensitive ecology of interdependent physical processes. We need an
answer to the question of Marquands last
chapter: what sort of life is human life?
Like Robert and Edward Skidelskys How
Much Is Enough?, this book challenges us
to think whether we have any coherent
idea of a good or desirable life at all. In Isaiah
Berlins terms, it seems that all we have left
is negative liberty. Given Marquands severe
convictions about our collective stupidity,
that isnt a very promising resource for the
middle-term future.
The prospect is not unrelieved; Marquand
notes the persistent energy in grass-roots
politics, in co-operative movements and
green activism. He might also take some
comfort from noting that, despite his anxieties about stupidity, it is perfectly clear that
what people read or consume in the populist media does not automatically shape how
they act; scepticism survives, and Middle
England is less Mail-clad in conviction than
our politicians often assume (a significant
test is the levels of generosity in response to
aid or emergency appeals, international as
well as local, even in times of austerity).
Social media (rather a deafening absence,
for a book about Britain now) presents
problems, yet it can function extraordinarily effectively in assembling younger citizens around positive campaigns: I am writing this a few hours after speaking in south
London with the gifted teenage organisers
of a major electronic-forum discussion on
youth crime.
There are aspects of Mammons Kingdom
that some readers will regard as just a little
rose-coloured and the irritable dismissal
of late-Sixties radicalism, especially R D Laing and Edmund Leach, is not entirely fair:
there were oppressive family structures,
violent domestic arrangements and corrupt habits to be challenged, even if some
of the challenges ended up generating new
and equally corrupting follies. But overall,
Marquand has given us a crisp and serious
essay to stand alongside all those others
mentioned earlier.
That, though, is one of the disturbing issues we are left with. How many such essays does it take to shift the sluggish bulk
of political muddle and evasion? They
have Moses and the prophets; let them listen to them, as one authority observed;
and if they will not listen to them, they
will not be convinced even if someone
rises from the dead. Essays, yes, by all
means; but also the sheer practice of other
kinds of life. l
Rowan Williams is a lead book reviewer
for the New Statesman. His new collection
of poetry, The Other Mountain, will be
published by Carcanet in September
Heart
of Glass
Leo Robson
J D Salinger: the Escape Artist
Thomas Beller
New Harvest, 192pp, $20
My Salinger Year
Joanna Rakoff
Bloomsbury Circus, 256pp, 16.99
A genius who cant tie his shoelaces,
Thomas Bellers description of J D Salinger
(1919-2010), might not be far off, but why
use a metaphor when the facts speak just as
well? Salinger was a genius a literary genius with a particular interest in human appetite who didnt understand that retreating
from public life when he was famous and
feted would, rather than secure his solitude,
turn reporters into scavengers, neighbours
into eavesdroppers, friends into witnesses.
And fans into biographers and intimates
into memoirists. The writing by Salinger legally available in book form amounts to one
novel, The Catcher in the Rye, and 13 stories,
more than half of them containing some
allusion to the shimmering, fragile Glass
children. The writing published about Salinger, which began pouring forth around the
time he shut up shop in the mid-1960s, runs
to thousands of pages. If you hive off the
critical monographs and anthologies, which
every writer gets these days, this work can
be divided into conjecture-bound pseudobiography undertaken by men Beller follows recent works by Kenneth Slawenski and Shane Salerno and none-tooconjectural, though possibly delusional,
reminiscences offered by women. Of these,
Joanna Rakoffs new book is the least invasive, for the simple reason that during her
Salinger year she spoke to the writer just a
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