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July 19, 2007 § 1 Comment
Excerpted from Slaves of Academe:
In two generations, Californians have gone from visionary to reactionary, forward-looking to finding comfort in idle pastiche, from planning moon shots to considering self-actualisation, whether at the gym or the shrink. This is a stereotype of course, but one with more than an ounce of truth in it. The worst part, of course, is the fact that Californians are lousy with self-aggrandising congratulation, like a cult believing their society of unequal and cruel squalour is the best of all possible worlds. In this sense, California is, as always, an allegory for the American drama, which is ultimately a tragedy. As a Californian in what is becoming increasingly a permanent exile, my home state is a nice place to visit, to wander among the ruins of one’s life, the mismatched remnants of memory, the scent of the lemon tree recalling a vision of my grandparents and their wonderful, robust garden, but I prefer to live someplace else, with winter, with fat people, with ugly people, with smokers, with children who are dullards and have no future, with despair, with all the imperfections of life, in another, different archipelago of American dystopia.
Now, go and read the rest.