Thursday, February 28, 2008

Free at Last

Jesus. The praise for Buckley. The mad encomiums! He was the A.K. Chesterton of our time. He was a third-rate thinker with a second-rate vocabulary who only ever impressed the fourth-rate English majors who cluster in newsrooms and on the teevee. He was always wrong when it mattered and only right when it was too late. The fact that he was the exemplar of American Conservativism and one of the movement's great intellectuals proves something about both Buckley and American Conservativism, neither proof being proof of anything good. He was Ezra Pound shorn unfortunately of classicism, talent, and a cage.

20 comments:

ERM said...

True.... I'm sure it's a matter of supreme satisfaction for your (and my) beloved Gore Vidal to have survived him. Still, nil nisi.... Why don't you spend your energies on a proper remembrance for the immortal Myron Cope?

Anonymous said...

Amen.

Ashley said...

"He was Ezra Pound shorn unfortunately of classicism, talent, and a cage."

You win.

la Rana said...

Sorry to bog your blog down with my omnipresence today, but as I've said elsewhere, his "wonderful use of this marvelous language called English" sounded nothing so much like a nasally impersonation of an E.M. Forster aristocrat. His greatest achievement in language was to appear as if he was parodying himself. It happened to Hunter S. Thompson too, but he had the self-awareness and common decency to do something about it.

He was a wealthy white man whose politics “coincidentally” served to protect his privileged place in society. If you fit that description, pay tribute.

Jim Wetzel said...

That's G. K. Chesterton ...

romerocker said...

Mr Dennis has an appropriate tribute to this beast over at his little bloggle--- dennisperrin.blogspot.com

Brian said...

And good ol' roger has a bit of a riposte to said tribute (see comments). http://limitedinc.blogspot.com/2008/02/buckley-rip.html

Not saying Dennis is wrong and the
praise his memory folks are right, but everyone is more complicated than we think.

Dyskolos said...

No, that's A.K. Chesterton, you well-pickled frat boy and son of privilege.

IOZ said...

Yes. GK and AK were cousins. Look 'em up.

paolaccio said...

Damn. Christmas at the Chesterton estates must have been sort of sucky.

Anonymous said...

It's the English accent that made everyone think so much of his "intellect." For all Americans are so jingoist, they also have a touching inferiority complex and sense of awe vis-a-vis the mother country. Hearing an English-accented voice extol the virtues of white American hegemony is all your average bigot in the U.S. could ask for.

paolaccio said...

If Bucko had ever approached the unhinged genius of Amok-run of the Sexologists, I might be tempted to join the hagiography.

As it is though, I was all: "isn't that the guy Robin Williams used to imitate? WTF yo?"

Jim Wetzel said...

So, GK had a cousin, AK? That'll teach me to be a smartass. I'm just glad I didn't add the concluding bit of smartassery that I was, finally, too lazy to type: "Unless George Keith had a little brother Albert ..."

LA Confidential Pantload said...

I don't think Buckley sounded upper-class English; more like lower-bowel constipated.

Anonymous said...

I thought Buckley was maybe the last guy who spoke in what I thought was called "high American". You can hear vestiges of the dialect in old Vitaphone movies.
-- sglover

IOZ said...

I always thought he sounded like Margaret Dumont--you know, the lady Groucho was always falling in love with.

cavjam said...

How dare you insult Ol' Ez so. Buckley also lacked Ez's unbridled passion, influence on culture, courage to "make it new," and the affection of those who found his politics abhorrent (cummings, Frost, et al.).

To be fair, Ez lacked Buckley's neurotic eye-blinks and ability to purse his lips in perfect imitation of a hemorrhoidal anal sphincter.

IOZ said...

I thought I wound those up in "talent," although to be fair, I think Ol 'Ez is fairly overrated.

The Promiscuous Reader said...

I think most of the early 20th century modernists are fairly overrated. If I had a time machine, I'd love to go ahead a century or so, and (assuming wildly that there will be a world still around by then) see how the reputations have shaken down.

Which doesn't mean I don't like Eliot, (o god i'm) cummings, Faulkner, Joyce, Pound, Hemingway, Steinbeck, Auden, and that lot; only that I'm not sure they're as great as they and their fans thought they were when I was growing up.

Anonymous said...

William F. = Margaret Dumont?!

Fucking brilliant!