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    Revenge is Sour (The New Yorker)

    Brilliant commentary on the Saddam capture and ... how sour that revenge will be. I know it is heavy reading, but I excerpted a good part of it anyway.

    The New Yorker: The Talk of the Town

    "Revenge Is Sour” is the title that George Orwell gave to a short essay on war-crimes trials, written just after the Second World War. “The whole idea of revenge and punishment is a childish day-dream,” he argued. “Properly speaking, there is no such thing as revenge. Revenge is an act which you want to commit when you are powerless and because you are powerless: as soon as the sense of impotence is removed, the desire evaporates also.” He cited the story of an old woman reported to have fired five shots into the body of Benito Mussolini, one for each of her dead sons. “I wonder how much satisfaction she got out of those five shots, which, doubtless, she had dreamed years earlier of firing,” Orwell wrote. “The condition of her being able to get near enough to Mussolini to shoot at him was that he should be a corpse.”

    If revenge is psychologically impossible, justice is politically necessary—not the fantasy of righting monumental wrongs but the reality of holding wrongdoers to account. The twentieth century came and went without justice. None of the century’s great totalitarians ever had to sit at a defense table, confer with lawyers, rise with the court when the judge entered the room. Mussolini was lynched; Hitler committed suicide; Stalin, Mao, and Pol Pot died in old age. Two international tribunals are currently grinding away at more recent crimes; but the Hutu propagandists convicted of genocide in Rwanda last month were barely known outside that country, and Slobodan Milosevic was a second-tier dictator. The trial of Saddam Hussein will be the first of a world-class mass murderer. The number of potential counts against Saddam exceeds half a million. Behind the Kurdish, Shiite, and Sunni Arab Iraqis who were his principal victims stand Iranians and Kuwaitis with war-crimes charges of their own. Saddam imposed his name, his face, and his will on Iraqi history to a degree that makes lesser cults of personality seem like ordinary narcissism. The symbolic importance of his trial is exactly proportionate to his vast power.

    Ann Clwyd, Tony Blair’s special representative to Iraq, proclaimed, using American jargon, that Saddam’s capture would bring “some kind of closure” to Iraqis. This thinking recalls the Bush Administration’s original idea of a simple war of liberation, and shows as little grasp of the reality of Iraqis’ lives. The insurgency against American and coalition forces gives no sign of relenting. Its inspirational leader has been ignobly caught, but guerrilla wars are seldom centrally controlled, the foreign occupiers remain in Iraq as targets, and the prospect of a more representative government is as threatening as ever to the privileged status of the country’s Sunni Arabs. Nothing has been closed. Certain things, though, might now be opened. Large numbers of Iraqis—perhaps a silent majority—have had no desire to see a return to Baathist rule, but they have had little faith in the Americans’ ability to prevent it and no way to protect themselves. Until now they’ve held back, almost literally staying home while chaos spreads in the streets and determined religious sectarians make bids for power. For these Iraqis, Saddam’s demotion from mythic evil to the shabby figure who emerged from his hole sputtering, “I am Saddam Hussein, president of Iraq, and I am willing to negotiate,” could lift a long shadow and mark the start of civic life.

    The political direction that post-Saddam Iraq will take depends partly on the way Saddam himself is shown the exit. A few days before his capture, the Iraqi Governing Council announced the formation of a special court, to be run by Iraqis but with international support—a new model in the field of such tribunals. The court’s jurisdiction will cover all members of Saddam’s government accused of genocide, war crimes, crimes against humanity, and lesser offenses under Iraqi law. With High-Value Target No. 1 now in detention, Iraqi officials are talking about beginning proceedings against him as early as this spring. Saddam’s C.I.A. interrogators won’t hand him over immediately, but, in keeping with the Bush administration’s new policy of accelerating the return of sovereignty to the Iraqis, the occupation authority seems prepared to accept the Governing Council’s terms. American officials in Baghdad and international legal experts regard one another with suspicion; most outsiders doubt the legitimacy of the court and have been reluctant to participate. The few that want to have largely been shut out. Human-rights groups are calling for a United Nations tribunal. President Bush wants the death penalty. The arguments over the court are depressingly familiar rehearsals of the arguments over the war itself, as if no one could bear to enter the next stage of Iraqi history.

    The Iraqis have every right to insist on judging their tormentor themselves and, with a great deal of international (and not only American) help, they are capable of doing it. But the sudden convergence of American and Iraqi interests in speed raises the risk that the proceedings will be a shortcut to execution rather than a demonstration of real justice. The trial of Saddam Hussein will involve all Iraqis, just as his rule implicated them all. Kanan Makiya, the writer and longtime opponent of the regime, warned in his book “Cruelty and Silence,” “Whether or not Saddam is still around in person, what he represented lives on inside Iraqi hearts. Herein lies the greatest danger of all for the country’s future.” As Saddam will likely argue in his own defense, some Iraqis (and also foreign governments, including ours) were active collaborators and beneficiaries. Many acquiesced silently; others internalized the Baath Party’s paranoid and violent ideology, or just breathed the dead air of their own lifelong spider hole. Very few resisted without ending up in exile or the grave. The human damage is so great that even justice seems a poor consolation for what Iraqis truly need. This was the sentiment expressed by Mowaffak al-Rubaie, a Governing Council member who was imprisoned and tortured by the regime in 1979. After visiting Saddam in detention, Rubaie said, “He has ruined the whole country. He has ruined twenty-five million people.”

    But at least a trial will bring Iraqis face to face with what was done to them and what they became. In this sense, Saddam’s capture represents the opposite of “closure.” “I hate this man to the core of my bones,” an Iraqi engineer told a Times reporter after watching footage of the King of the Arabs submitting to a mouth inspection like a vagrant at a mobile health clinic. “And yet, I can’t tell you why, I feel sorry for him, to be so humiliated. It is as if he and Iraq have become the same thing.” Separating Iraq from Saddam will be far harder than toppling a statue or capturing a fugitive. One way to begin is by resisting the illusion that killing Saddam will cleanse the legacy of Baathist rule, which, after all, was launched with televised trials and public hangings.

    Doing it the Lard Way (Satire from The New Yorker)

    Deep fried turkey. To think!

    On request, here is that excerpt of Calvin Trillin's satirical take on Thanksgiving.

    The New Yorker: From the Archives

    I am perceived as anti-turkey. I'm aware of that. If you launch a campaign to change the national Thanksgiving dish from turkey to spaghetti carbonara, you have to expect some fallout. In 1981, I suggested that on the first Thanksgiving the Indians, having had some experience with Pilgrim cuisine in the past, may have shown up with a dish of their own and that it may have been a dish their ancestors had picked up generations before from Christopher Columbus, of Genoa's spaghetti carbonara. When the Pilgrims rejected it as "heretically tasty" and "the sort of thing foreigners eat," the Indian chief made a comment about the Pilgrims that caused the misunderstanding we live with today: "What a bunch of turkeys!" I hope it's a sign of my open-mindedness on this issue that I've recently developed an interest in fried turkey. I'm talking now about an entire turkey being lowered into several gallons of hot peanut oil or lard. Cautiously.

    Nashville Postcard -- Cash on Tape (The New Yorker)

    In this week's The New Yorker, there is heartbreakingly good commentary on Johnny Cash.

    The New Yorker: The Talk of the Town

    Excerpt:

    If you've been thinking about Johnny Cash since his death, two months ago, you might have been thinking of him as the guy who wrote and recorded dozens of hits that weren't rock and roll, country, rockabilly, or pop but all those things at the same time. You might be thinking of him as the singer who is said to have infuriated Richard Nixon by performing the anti-authority song What Is Truth at the White House.

    You might think of him as one of the Highwaymen, with Willie Nelson, Kris Kristofferson, and Waylon Jennings, or as the son of a cotton farmer from Arkansas who watched the women in his family weep over the damage that picking cotton did to their hands. You might think of him as a drunk and a drug addict who owned up to his problems and got clean.

    You might not think of Johnny Cash as a historiographer, but he was one, in his way, as his autobiography, Cash, demonstrates. He discusses, at some length, differing versions not only of events in his own life (for example, dismissing the calumny that he was a hotel-room trasher) but of larger events, including the Lewis and Clark Expedition ...

    Arrested Development (New Yorker, Review)

    In its latest issue, The New Yorker reviews quirky TV phenom Arrested Development. Loving it!
    Excerpt below:

    There’s a sense of loopy serendipity about Fox’s new half-hour comedy “Arrested Development,” which premiered on November 2nd. It’s the kind of show you want to tell everyone about and yet keep to yourself—if the network finds out how good it is, it may get cancelled. The show is about a family of misfits, ne’er-do-wells, and lawbreakers; the title refers both to the arrest of the patriarch, George Bluth (Jeffrey Tambor), a housing developer, at the beginning of the first episode, and to the stunted psyches of most of the family members.

    The arrest takes place on a party boat, where George’s family is throwing him a retirement bash, and where the one “normal” person in the family, George’s son Michael (Jason Bateman), expects to be told that he is being made head of the family business, partly because he, unlike his siblings, actually works there and partly because he’s the only one who hasn’t been ripping the company off. Set in Orange County, California—the show is suffused with the same moneyed sunshine and materialism that fuel the earnest, soapy Fox hit “The O.C.,” and it, too, concerns a character who has engaged in large-scale financial fraud—“Arrested Development” has an energetic, seat-of-the-pants style, which gives its absurdities an air of realism. (It’s not a one-camera show, but it feels like it.)

    The camera functions as a silent character, with a distinct personality and sense of humor. It doesn’t dwell anywhere for long, and it makes a lot of good throwaway visual jokes; this light-footedness gives the show a spontaneous and unscripted quality. (It is written by Mitchell Hurwitz, who is an executive producer, too, as are Brian Grazer and Ron Howard; Howard, who provides a voice-over, is also the show’s omniscient narrator.)

    Questions for the Next Bush Press Conference (Satire)

    Calvin Trillin's biting satire is in next week's New Yorker. Excerpt below.

    The New Yorker: Shouts and Murmurs

    QUESTIONS FOR PRESIDENT BUSH'S NEXT PRESS CONFERENCE
    by CALVIN TRILLIN

    Friendly question: Sir, although your supporters' predictions that Iraqis would greet our troops with flowers haven't been borne out, isn't it possible that, given the problems with the water supply and the infrastructure in general, there is a serious shortage of flowers over there and that Iraqis might be greeting our troops with flowers if Iraqis had any flowers?

    Follow-up question to friendly question: Mr. President, in your budget for the reconstruction of Iraq, is there any money specifically earmarked for rebuilding the Iraqi cut-flower industry, and, if so, would any American company be able to bid on that contract, or would they have to go through your friend Joe Allbaugh's consulting firm?

    Zen question: Sir, if the ability of the Star Wars ABMs to hit a nuclear missile is imaginary and the nuclear missiles in Iraq are imaginary, does that mean a Star Wars ABM could hit an Iraqi nuclear missile?

    Follow-up question to Zen question if answer is yes. Then could that be verified?

    Follow-up question to Zen question if answer is no:Would you consider that justification for having gone to war against Iraq?

    Strategic-planning question: Sir, now that you've acknowledged that ...

    The Matrix Revolutions (reviewed by David Denby, The New Yorker)

    David Denby is my favorite movie reviewer. Here is his review of The Matrix Revolutions in this week's New Yorker.

    Interesting aside: The philosopher he mentions, Colin McGinn, is a professor I interviewed for a Nightline piece I did on consciousness once. Of the philosophers I interviewed, he was hands down the most articulate, thoughtful. Nice to see he's getting more play.

    As for Matrix, he told Denby: "Not much philosophy there."

    The New Yorker: The Critics: The Current Cinema

    WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE by DAVID DENBY

    "Not much philosophy there," a real-world philosopher, Colin McGinn, of Rutgers, said to me after a screening of The Matrix Revolutions. I hasten to add that my own unphilosophical temperament found the picture somewhat more entertaining than the second movie in the series, The Matrix Reloaded, a noisy sleeping potion administered to the world last spring. But McGinn is right: this time, as in the second movie, the directors Larry and Andy Wachowski have made the intricacies of the original (the play between actual and simulated reality?) secondary to the main events of spectacle, fighting, and stunningly wooden dialogue. At its best, the picture is violently exciting; at its worst, banal and monotonous. Yet the relative absence of mighty significances did not prevent the Matricians sitting all around me, mostly men aged about thirty, from remaining utterly still, as if at a High Mass, throughout the movie. It is, I suppose, far too late to bemoan the obvious truth that these college-educated gents, and millions of others like them, will spend many hours debating the apocalypse as revealed by the Brothers Wachowski but would die before ...

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    The Oracle on Flatbush

    Too funny!

    In Brooklyn, a large interactive sign is heckling the locals in real time. The story is in this week's issue of The New Yorker, link below.

    The New Yorker: The Talk of the Town

    What Would Jesus Testdrive (The New Yorker)

    Next issue of The New Yorker will have this little brite about what would happen if Jesus were to pop into a dealership to test drive. Really witty. I'm not going to excerpt it, because that would only ruin the experience. Click the link and drive it in full.

    The New Yorker: Shouts and Murmurs

    How Conflicts b/w the Bush Administration and intelligence factions marred the reporting on Iraq's "weapons."

    The New Yorker: Fact

    Rush in Rehab

    The New Yorker: The Talk of the Town