Sesquipedalianist Exits
February 28th, 2008Witty and word wielding, Buckley dies
But did his talents serve society, or merely selfishness?
An inspiration to insurgents – or not
An editor at the New York Times had a bit of fun today, decorating the bottom right hand corner of the front page with the following accurate headline introducing the obituary of Bill Buckley:
William F. Buckley Jr. 82, Dies; Sesquipedalian Spark of Right
(Click to enlarge pic) Stumped by the word ourselves, though we vaguely recalled having once looked it up, we took the paper in hand at the local French cafe, and then at the nearby Starbucks, on the Upper East Side of Manhattan and asked the first fifteen presentable people who agreed that their native language was English, including one extremely presentable young woman in a red coat, named Amy, if they knew what the word meant.
Only one in fifteen people in our unscientific survey knew the answer, a lawyer who appeared to be in his fifties or early sixties. Another gentleman guessed more or less correctly in recalling some of his high school Latin, but actually he got the Latin wrong. Natasha, a lively internal medicine specialist from a nearby hospital, used her cell to look it up on Google.
(Click to enlarge) Given that we confined our enquiries to people who looked as if they were Times, rather than Post or News readers, this implied that the clever fellow who concocted the apt headline can enjoy the ironic achievement that as many as 1.4 million Times readers were forced to go to the dictionary and look it up (the readership of the Times is 1.5 million, as we recall).
Those too lazy to do so immediately who read further in the piece came upon the answer at the bottom of the first inside column:
Norman Mailer may indeed have dismissed Mr. Buckley as a “second-rate intellect incapable of entertaining two serious thoughts in a row,†but he could not help admiring his stage presence.
“No other act can project simultaneous hints that he is in the act of playing Commodore of the Yacht Club, Joseph Goebbels, Robert Mitchum, Maverick, Savonarola, the nice prep school kid next door and the snows of yesteryear,†Mr. Mailer said in an interview with Harper’s Magazine in 1967.
Mr. Buckley’s vocabulary, sparkling with phrases from distant eras and described in newspaper and magazine profiles as sesquipedalian (characterized by the use of long words), became the stuff of legend. Less kind commentators preferred the adjective “pleonastic†(using more words than necessary).
And, inescapably, there was that aurora of pure mischief. In 1985, David Remnick, writing in The Washington Post, said, “He has the eyes of a child who has just displayed a horrid use for the microwave oven and the family cat.â€
Actually, the word means “using words a foot and a half long”.
Anyhow when he got his copy of the Times delivered in his new abode, wherever that is, Bill Buckley must have been delighted with his final victory in his life long expansion of the vocabulary of public debate in this increasingly word-challenged society, where the spelling “loose” in place of “lose” is now almost as ubiquitous as”hopefully” in place of “it is hoped that”.
Thinker, debater, rascal
We confess we didn’t get to that definition in the article till later because the obituary, though intended to be flattering, had a strange air of staleness about it, despite the Times’ salute to Buckley’s achievements in founding National Review, hosting the highly successful Firing Line and sparking, organizing and promoting the resurgence of a core conservatism which resulted in Nixon and Reagan’s victories, and then gave America the two Bushs, not to mention four Republican mayors in a row in New York City so far.
Perhaps we are churlish because we can never apprehend exactly what it is that conservatives from Buckley to Reagan and Bush are enthusiastic about, that the rest of us can agree are universal values, rather than selfish ones. Conservative values currently seem to boil down to self preservation and personal success, with belief in God and family values seemingly in the service of self rather than others. In the last analysis, current conservative politics often seem to this observer to reduce to Me Me Me and My Money, Please Don’t Touch, however understandable this may be in libertarian terms when so much of it is misspent by the Bush administration.
So we can’t help counting this kind obituary as a record of a life of genuine promise and talent essentially unfulfilled, except on the level of entertainment and literate provocation. On the serious level Buckley’s words were used to justify a politics which hasn’t really proved out, because it is genuinely unprogressive ie lacks heart and a real understanding of what goes on the lives of most Americans who are not yet millionaires.
Since we write for a living and admire skill in words and oratory, we found Buckley as palatable as anybody else, and admired his public persona enormously as a stage presence and of course huge influence in making conservatism respectable again after a time when it was associated with bigots and extremists, of whom Buckley cleaned house. But nowadays it seems to us that once you look past the amusing style and vocabulary that endeared Buckley to liberals as well as conservatives to assess what if anything he achieved in terms of enlightened social leadership, it doesn’t seem so much, except in the realm of intellectual empire.
His support for legalizing marijuana and other drugs went nowhere, and even if you count Buckley distantly responsible for the more recent cutback of the supposedly bloated welfare system that conservatives crow about it is hardly a credit, given that those on the lower rungs of the ladder often have problems finding employment which are not their fault because they are a function of education or reeducation, which in a world where production has moved to China and the US is completing a vast shift to services and a sophisticated information economy, should be the prime focus of policy and subsidy, not removing the safety net and often wrecking the family life that conservatives profess to value so much.
So when all is said and done Buckley, however heroic a figure in intellectual debate and media theatrics, appears to us now more of dilettante mandarin and gadfly than a prime mover who made any lasting contribution to American welfare, except to the welfare of the elite who take more than their fair share of economic output in terms of productivity.
Perhaps this is because the conservatism he founded appears more and more morally bankrupt in collective terms and historically unprogressive as the decades pass and clumsy attempts to take it too far result in significant harm, as in the increasingly decadent split between rich and poor in America and now the Iraq adventure, which even Buckley quickly acknowledged was a grand error in the way it turned out.
How realistic was Bill?
In other words it seems Buckley was a witty warrior of ideas whose notions were as dangerously one sided as those of any ivory tower academic once they were put into effect in the real world and empowered on the national and world stages. Why was this? He was a sharp wit and hard worker but seemingly his Achilles Heel was the awkwardly unrealistic imagination that bedevilled his novels.
Thus rather famously his first in a series of spy novels has a scene where his hero Blackford Oakes nails the Queen.
At age 50, Mr. Buckley crossed the Atlantic Ocean in his sailboat and became a novelist. Eleven of his novels are spy tales starring Blackford Oakes, who fights for the American way and beds the Queen of England in the first book.Others of his books included a historical novel with Elvis Presley as a significant character, another about the Nuremberg trials, a reasoned critique of anti-Semitism and journals that more than succeeded in dramatizing a life of taste and wealth — his own.
Each to his own, of course, but as far as we have looked into them Buckley’s novels are potboilers with unlikely plots written in wooden English which have little of the flair of his political debating style.
To our mind, Buckley’s societal values were similarly unrealistic, bred of a privileged background of wealthy father, prep school, and Skull and Bones, with his first book successful partly because he gave Regnery $10,000 to promote it, and National Review started with $100,000 from his father, a successful wildcatter, as well as $290,000 from other donors. The magazine has always needed subsidy from Buckley’s lecture fees, though it has now a circulation of 166,000.
His 1965 run for mayor of New York seemed to demonstrate a lack of serious purpose in his joke that if he won he would “demand a recount”, but in the generous spirit of the obituary writer Douglas Martin counts it as showing Buckley’s “spirit of fun” and says that afterwards it was seen as the beginning of the Republican Party’s inroads into working class whites.
Perhaps so. But it also seems clear that after it initially whetted his appetite for the fray Buckley was later scorched by the politics of the Nixon downfall and in the end had little personal appetite for the work of adapting his ideas to practice, so they weren’t as much tempered by experience as they might have been, though he had held minor posts in the Nixon administration, and according to R. Emmett Tyrrell Jr., briefly dreamed of the Senate and the Presidency around 1970. His great liberal debating partner and friend John Kenneth Galbraith was equally impractical in a government role supporting price controls in an earlier era, which proved unworkable.
A friend remembers encountering Buckley in his early thirties at Yale and says that his style was more fluent and powerful then, and we imagine that with his winning presentation and resourceful mind he could have done a lot more to benefit America if he had been more of a true reformer in politics, rather than a preservationist and defender against excess. But perhaps all youthful visionaries slow down as they age, like even the fiery Fidel Castro, whose basic reforms of universal literacy and health care were complete three years after entering Havana in January 1959. But then Castro might have achieved much more if he hadn’t been forced to stay extreme left by the thoughtless US embargo still in place.
Whose yer Daddy? Buckley – or Ayn Rand?
The balance between government control and individual freedom is always debatable, of course, and a hard problem to solve in politics on any level, even in the home. But Reagan’s tribute to Buckley in 1985 that the Times quotes – “you didn’t just part the Red Sea – you rolled it back, dried it up and left exposed, for all to see, the naked desert that is statism (and) gave the world something different, something in its weariness it desperately needed, the sound of laughter and the sight of the rich, green uplands of freedom” – is speechwriting off the leash entirely which gives us an uncomfortable sense that the laughter is partly at the expense of the underdog.
True, there is a Aristotlean mean between the waste and mismanagement of bloated government bureaucracy and regulation and the resource grabbing self-preservation of corporate and private power that calls into question how far we should take either liberalism or conservatism, and perhaps Buckley deserves credit for swinging the pendulum back towards the sensible mean.
In the 21st century, it seems to have overshot the mark once again, however, and if Barack Obama gains office and swings it back somewhat, it can only be a good thing. For the conservative movement of today as led by Bush, Washington and Wall Street looks more like power and greed versus poverty and underprivilege, than the fight against the excesses of liberal indulgence, socialism and loss of disciplined, Godly values that Buckley seems to have been fighting when he began his career. If anything their inspiration seems more like Ayn Rand than Buckley. “Atlas Shrugged”, by the way, is now counted the best selling novel of all time, according to our TV, though we suspect that this is because it is distributed free like the bible, since it is even less readable.
What’s also missing in public political life is the high level of intellectualism that marked the era in which Buckley began, on both left and right. Maybe Obama will bring some of that intelligence back into politics which otherwise might seem gone forever with Buckley’s death.
Writing in the New York Sun Tyrrell we note views Ann Coulter as now the prime thinker on the conservative side, taking the baton from Buckley. If so, the Republicans will now be at a serious disadvantage, since as far as we are concerned she is as charming as a snake.
Word power
There may be one great lesson for others in Buckley’s brilliant career, however, which is relevant here. The special talent Obama has in common with the great conservative debater is the power to wield the right words to sway people, though of course Buckley’s vocabulary was unmatchable.
For paradigm insurgents in every field they both show how powerful a weapon skillful and passionate oratory can be in changing minds, even in science.
On the other hand, if you believe that Buckley didn’t achieve that much in the end, perhaps the message to those who would use words and passion to bring down great false paradigms which have the world in their Meme-like grip is a little discouraging. Maybe you need something more.
One way or another, it brings home to us that the ultimate solution is leadership.
