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Lessons of the Great “Social Security Reform” Fracas of 2005

Martin Schneider writes:
In 2005 I attended a debate on the then-hot topic of “Social Security Reform,” featuring Josh Marshall of Talking Points Memo, Paul Krugman of The New York Times, and Michael Tanner of the Cato Institute. I was reading a transcript of the debate earlier this evening, and I was struck by an odd parallel or perhaps mirror relationship between that political fight, which the Democrats won, and the fight to pass the Affordable Care Act in 2009-10, which the Democrats won.
The parallel I’m interested in is not that the Democrats won both fights. Rather, the resemblance has to do with what a ruling party does when it pushes an ambitious reform that is not very popular.
A little bit of context. The debate took place on March 15, 2005. After his reelection in 2004, George W. Bush chose to move forward on a favored policy idea of his, Social Security Reform. The Republicans had initially called the project “Social Security Privatization,” but after noticing how poorly that term polled, they switched up their terminology and began accusing Democrats of having attempted to demonize them with this term, “privatization.” (Something very similar happened later the same year with the term “nuclear option.”) The “private accounts” morphed into “personal accounts”—Republicans generally began running away from their own terms.
That spring, Marshall had a huge amount of fun trying to make Republican congresspersons squirm by asking them whether they supported Bush’s plan on Social Security (whatever name you gave it). Over those weeks, it became harder and harder to get any Republican congressperson to state on the record that they supported privatizing Social Security. The plan fizzled out, in the face of Democratic unity in favor of preserving the current system for the time being.
(I mentioned that Marshall got some enjoyment by embarrassing and neutralizing these Republicans. That is a massive understatement; I think when Marshall looks back on his illustrious career of Internet muckraking, this episode, in which he tarred this or that Republican a “bamboozler,” will be on the short list of the most satisfying moments of all.)
In the debate, Marshall was asked to describe the political aspect of the battle over Social Security reform (as opposed to the substantive side). In his opening remarks, Marshall said this:

The second thing is, and Democrats did this very quickly, is their party unity took away all the political cover. It was really going to be up to Republicans to make privatization an entirely Republican enterprise, and they were too afraid to do it because a lot of those representatives could see how their constituents were going to react and so forth.

Re-reading the transcript tonight, it was this passage that reminded me so much of the fight to pass the ACA (what used to be known as “the health reform bill”). That phrase, “an entirely Republican enterprise”…. that’s the position the Democrats were in all of last year, wasn’t it? You bet it was.
A person might conclude from this that Democrats and Republicans both obstruct, but that the Democrats happened to be better at it (aided by a larger minority than the Republicans now have). But I think there’s something more fundamental going on that tells you a great deal about the two parties and what they stand for.
Consider these two statements:

In 2005 the Republicans, in control of the White House and Congress, proposed a bold new reform that would affect a key area of American life, and it didn’t poll very well, and as soon as the unpopularity of the proposal was made apparent, the Republicans dropped the policy when they realized that it would be associated solely with Republicans.

In 2009-10 the Democrats, in control of the White House and Congress, proposed a bold new reform that would affect a key area of American life, and it didn’t poll very well, and as soon as the unpopularity of the proposal was made apparent, the Democrats, with a great deal of difficulty, passed the policy even though they realized that it would be associated solely with Democrats.

To put it more simply, both parties were given an opportunity to foist their favored policies on the nation in a unilateral way. The Republicans did not want to be associated with their own stated policies, but the Democrats were willing to be associated with their own stated policies.
I have a few conclusions about this, which may reflect my political bias.
Conclusion 1: By and large, Republican positions are minority positions, and Democratic positions are majority positions. Or to put it another way, the Bush administration and the Republican Congress of 2002-2007 found it difficult to implement their ideas because they were favored by such a small portion of the electorate. The Democrats of 2010 do not have this problem; their ideas held by a great many people, broadly speaking.
Conclusion 2: Democrats are sincere about their policy ideas; Republicans are not. I don’t want to overstate this too much, but there is more than a kernel of truth to it. Republican ideas ideas sound appealing and have some populist appeal but would have pernicious effects. Republicans express generalized distaste for the government services, but a lot of that is just rhetoric, and when push comes to shove, they are not very interested in decreasing those services. Contrariwise, the Democrats are more willing to argue for the benefits of social services and intelligent deployment of government generally, and when the going gets tough, it turns out that they actually do believe that.
And lastly,
Conclusion 3: Democratic ideas are good ideas; Republican ideas are bad ideas. Again, don’t want to take this too far. But the fight in 2005 was between a group that wanted to kill or at least diminish Social Security in favor of retirement accounts tied to the stock market in some broad way. Surely, the stock market crash of 2008 reveals this to have been a terrible idea.
Similarly, the fight of 2009-10 was between a group that wanted to provide uninsured people with health care and a group that was quite happy to keep them uninsured. Democratic ideas are easier to defend not only because they are popular but also because they are genuinely good ideas.
Thus endeth the sermon.

Laura Bush: Unexpectedly, Probably Inadvertently, Fascinating

Martin Schneider writes:
I’m still reeling from the resentments and denial and misguided assumptions inherent in Laura Bush’s interview with Chris Wallace of FOX News, as quoted in this Jezebel post, anyway. (I haven’t watched the interview itself.)
The takeaway is that Laura Bush censored herself in order to conform to the image of a good conservative wife, and now she’s upset that she doesn’t get the fawning press that Michelle Obama gets. Something like that. For me, the whole thing is resonant in tons of ways, as if the cross-section of gender, politics, and society isn’t generally volatile.
Bush’s mild griping about being placed in a “box” proves yet again that when it comes to femininity, even relatively shrewd choices that involve denying one’s own power as a woman are counterproductive. Laura Bush, who I believe is pro-choice, anti-war, and in favor of increased civil rights for homosexuals, took one for the team, played the quiet wifey, and now she envies liberal women who, whether it works out well or badly, express their entire selves, come what may.
It’s also interesting that she identifies liberal women as getting some big break from the media—is she familiar with Hillary Clinton?
Given her political beliefs and her apparent disappointment about her role as First Lady, I’d suggest that she consider voting Democratic next time.
Beyond that, it’s fascinating to see just how much denial is tied up in the conservative, or at least Bushian, worldview. Laura Bush had to lobotomize her public persona, and is today not so happy with the outcomes that flowed from that choice. Meanwhile, conservatives of all stripes took a “don’t talk about Daddy’s drinking problem” attitude towards Bush’s deficiencies. There’s something deep going on here. Liberals may be blinkered on all sorts of things, but we don’t have the specific problem of getting tied up in knots because we refuse to countenance this or that.
Jezebel has it right when it observes that Michelle Obama didn’t exactly rush to be placed in a “box.” Laura may tell herself that it’s not proper for a First Lady to do X or Y, but for once, the “trickle-down” logic of Republicans turns out to be on the money. If it’s not proper for the First Lady to do that, then doesn’t that logic extend to “ladies” of all descriptions? How far down the chain of power do you have to go before it’s all right for a wife to have a different public opinion than that of her husband?
The problem with George Bush’s ideas about executive privilege is that you can’t draw a circle around the presidency and say, “We believe in accountability in life, but not in this area”—people are going to draw logical conclusions from a move like that, for instance that you are ipso facto opposed to accountability.
And the exact same thing holds true for the First Lady. When you issue yourself a gag order, you can’t then turn around and complain that your complexity has been silenced or whitewashed. And that predicament has everything to do with the limitations of conservative visions of propriety and femininity.
Update: Having now watched the video, I now confess to a suspicion that this post is just a tad too strident. Most of her assertions are fair enough, taken at face value. For example, First Ladies are in a box, and that doesn’t have that much to do with Laura Bush or any specific person. Plus she comes off as really sensible and likable. However, the logic I’m responding to is still inherent in certain utterances and elisions, and as such, I still think that my take and also Jezebel’s take are both entirely in bounds.

Stop Being So “Smug,” Imaginary New Yorkers!

Martin Schneider writes:
Recently Ezra Klein, Ta-Nehisi Coates, Conor Friedersdorf, and Andrew Sullivan have been blogging about New York City’s overweening cultural clout and—interesting, this—the tendency of its residents to behave in a smug manner.
I must say, the discussion has been extremely disappointing, and I came away from it feeling frustrated, annoyed, and not a little insulted. I guess it is helpful to find out how much people dislike you for reasons that seem insufficient or inaccurate. Such is the power of cultural envy, or something like cultural envy.
The discussion proceeded along the following lines: Friedersdorf wrote about New York’s worrisome centrality in all cultural matters and its pernicious effects on other major cities. Sullivan weighed in, agreeing and complaining about how “irritating” New Yorkers’ “narcissism” is. Accepting New Yorkers’ smugness as a given, Coates then wrote a fairly empathetic post in which he gamely tried to put that smugness in context. Then Ezra Klein (this was my entry point into the discussion) quoted Coates approvingly and called the behavior of New Yorkers “unseemly.”
As a lifelong New Yorker, all I can say is: WTF?
Notice how quickly the discussion devolved: in short order, it went from a look at the unfortunate tendency of New York to “hog” (my word) the major cultural and literary outlets to complaints about the self-obsessed behavior of New Yorkers. Quite literally, the discussion went from “It’s too bad that smart people in Phoenix and Houston and Denver don’t get a chance to have the literary spotlight” to “Yes; I’d never want to live in New York; the city is overrated and the people are narcissistic” to “Well, yes, but the people there are smug for a reason” to “New Yorkers are unseemly because they won’t shut up about how great their city is.”
That, my friends, is some serious devolution. In no time, the subject of the relationship of, say, The New Yorker (the magazine) to the literary scene in Denver (this is an interesting subject) was dropped completely in favor of an attack on unnamed New Yorkers for unspecified actions. In three posts focusing on the inability of New Yorkers to shut up about how great New York is, you know how many beastly New Yorkers were quoted or referenced doing this?
The answer, you may be surprised to learn, is zero.
That’s right: confronted with presumably countless examples of snobbish New Yorkers disparaging Indianapolis, Tulsa, Atlanta, or Baltimore, Klein, Coates, and Sullivan couldn’t be bothered to name a single instance of anybody doing this. In this discussion, that was taken as a given, just as in a book you don’t have to cite anyone to establish that Amsterdam is north of Rome. It is a truth just as self-evident, apparently.
This gets all the more astonishing if you contemplate analogous scenarios. Imagine if any of these men had endeavored to make some point about, say, Mexican-Americans in the same manner. Ahh, “Mexican-Americans are fine people and work hard, but they obsess too much about soccer and they have no interest in education,” let’s say. Do you think any of them would venture such a statement without casting about for some empirical evidence that what they were saying is true? Even a single anecdote? I doubt it. But apparently New Yorkers are not accorded the same courtesy. Such are the pleasures of living in America’s cultural capital or whatever.
I’m going to push back on this “self-evident” premise. Before I get to that, I want to make it clear that I do agree that certain New Yorkers, and I’ll even include myself in this group, are capable of some insensitivity on the question of the cultural offerings available in New York in comparison to those available in other parts of the country. There’s something to that, and saying so is basically fine. What I mainly question here is the use of the words “narcissicism” and “smug.” If the exact same discussion had been about New Yorkers’ “sense of entitlement,” I might not take much issue.
Let’s start with Klein’s post. Klein basically says that you can’t get New Yorkers to shut up about how great New York City is. Let’s quote:

About the worst thing that can happen to you in life is to be in a room with two Texans who start trying to tell you about the Alamo. Or about Texas. Or about how Texas was affected by the Alamo. But there’s something endearing about it, too. Texans are battling stereotypes that don’t tend to favor them. It’s like talking up your mom’s meatloaf. New Yorkers, by contrast, have what’s considered the greatest city in the country and can’t stop talking about it. It’s like an A-student bragging about his grades, or a rich guy making everybody look at his car. It’s unseemly.

So, from Sullivan’s “narcissism” we quickly get to Klein’s picture of New Yorkers incessantly talking up their city. Many of the people reading this are New Yorkers. I ask you, New Yorkers: Does this portrayal seem accurate to you? I may be completely blinkered, but it does not seem accurate to me. If anything, New Yorkers tend to betray an unspoken assumption that New York is superior and are less prone to acting evangelical about touting the city. Am I wrong about this?
Let’s talk about New York for a moment. Coates, to his credit, mentions the sheer size of New York City (he says that it’s “like ten Detroits”) and points out that, statistically speaking, you’re going to get a good number of boors in a population that large, no matter what you do. He refers to New York City as “what happens when you slam millions of people who are really different into close proximity.” Right on.
So given that, let me ask: Are taxi drivers from Ghana “smug”? Are the Pakistani owners of bodegas a “narcissistic” bunch? Who are we talking about here, exactly? When Sullivan and Klein talk about narcissism and smugness, aren’t they really talking about educated New Yorkers who work in publishing and similar fields? Does that make a difference? If they’re more “entitled,” is it still fair to make such sweeping generalizations about them?
To get a little personal here: Last week I spent a couple of days in South Carolina with extended family; the group was about 20 people, most of whom were raised in South Carolina or Georgia. Smart people; nice people. The entire time I was with them, at no point did I gush about this great museum exhibition or that awesome indie rock gig; it wouldn’t occur to me to do that, because it would obviously be rude and seek to put the others present at some sort of disadvantage. Also, it’s unclear how interested any of these people would be in a band they had never heard of or an exhibition they would have no opportunity to attend. It’s equally unclear to me how many New Yorkers would prattle on about the city in this manner. It seems to me, not so many.
We didn’t spend all that much time watching television, but some of us did catch the tail end of VH1’s Top 100 Songs of the 1990s and Betty White on Saturday Night Live. Both shows made for good communal watching experiences because we all had the same cultural purchase on the material. Everyone below a certain age was familiar with Nirvana, and we all could enjoy the punchlines involving the potty-mouthed Ms. White. And that was great; there was no potential for anybody to feel left out.
Another story: twice this year I drove out to Cleveland to witness a particularly memorable indie rock project called the Lottery League. (By all means, click and be amazed.) I met a lot of grand people during both trips, and I enjoyed it so much that I’m currently seeking to relocate there for the summer and maybe beyond.
Most Clevelanders are pretty wary of New York, for reasons I find perfectly comprehensible. A microcosm of that view can be found in the relationship between the “have” Yankees and the “have-not” Indians. It’s little wonder that Clevelanders (along with pretty much everyone else in the country) are sick and tired of the successes of the Yankees and that they refer to the team as the “evil empire.” (Given that, it would be a disappointment of epic proportions if LeBron James ends up abandoning his native Ohio for Madison Square Garden. I really hope he stays in Cleveland.) The Yankees serve as a symbol for everything New York has and other places don’t, and people hate New York for that.
It’s an accident of history that New York City is what it is, and yes, New Yorkers cherish it, you’re damn right we do. We are sometimes unthinking about assuming that another place might have, I don’t know, good theater, and we sometimes have to catch ourselves mid-sentence to avoid appearing rude. We do take that sort of thing for granted, yes. One name for that is “living in a place.”
It’s useless to deny that New York City tends to hog the attention-getting people and events that make a difference in the cultural arena. When you interact with outsiders about it, you can choose to pretend that it isn’t true (“Oh, I’m sure Indianapolis has great theater too!”), or you can disparage other places (“God, I could never live in Denver, there probably isn’t a decent restaurant in the whole city.”), or you can honor the reality in a relatively humble way (“Wellllll, you know New York, we’re all a little fussy about theater and the like, but it sure is gorgeous here on this South Carolina beach….”). Does that last one count as smug or narcissistic? I’m genuinely curious.
The fact is, New York City is a very specialized ecosystem, and its natives don’t always thrive outside that particular rainforest. This is a well-known phenomenon, isn’t it? The New Yorker who can’t leave the city, even though part of him hates it? We’re all a little misshapen.
So maybe a little compassion for us “smug” New Yorkers. As far as I know, anyone who envies the city is free to drive on over and move in, we’re very welcoming that way. And since we’re accustomed to teeming multiplicity in all its forms, we’re a little slower to describe vast groups of people with a single disparaging adjective without any kind of evidentiary backup. It’s kind of a local tradition ’round these parts.

An Unlikely Pair: Woody Allen and Billy Graham

Martin Schneider writes:
Kevin Drum flags an interesting comment by Woody Allen on the benefits of belief, from an interview with Ronald Lauder:

I was with Billy Graham once, and he said that even if it turned out in the end that there is no God and the universe is empty, he would still have had a better life than me. I understand that. If you can delude yourself by believing that there is some kind of Santa Claus out there who is going to bail you out in the end, then it will help you get through. Even if you are proven wrong in the end, you would have had a better life.

It reminded me that a few weeks ago, I watched Woody Allen interview Billy Graham on The Woody Allen Show (1969). That telecast was a curious kind of variety show that also featured some sketches and a performance by The Fifth Dimension. (The commercials, all for Libby’s canned vegetables and featuring Tony Randall as an inept sleuth, are quite amusing in a Mad Men-ish way.)
In the interview, Allen and Graham treat each other with affable respect; it’s quite fascinating to watch them discuss the merits of legalizing marijuana. It’s easy to see why Graham was so greatly admired during his life. It’s funny that we consider 1969 the high-water mark for cultural turmoil in the United States, but after a generation’s worth of culture wars, it’s very difficult to imagine such a civil conversation between, say, Zach Galifianakis and Rick Warren. (Even on Oprah.) You also get to see Allen in a rabbi getup (but not during the interview).
You can watch the entire show here.
I am indebted to WFMU’s “Listener Kliph Nesteroff” for making this show known to me, in his detailed and engrossing account of Allen’s early years. Nesteroff has done the same noble service for David Letterman, George Carlin, Betty White, and others. Look out for those as well.

Tyler Cowen’s Literary Dystopia Already Comes to Pass*

Martin Schneider writes:
A week or two ago, Jonathan Taylor flagged an interesting post by Tyler Cowen, in which he remarked that

In the longer run I expect “annotated” books will be available for full public review, though Kindle-like technologies. You’ll be reading Rousseau’s Social Contract and be able to call up the five most popular sets of annotations, the three most popular condensations, J.K. Rowling’s nomination for “favorite page,” a YouTube of Harold Bloom gushing about it, and so on.

I note for the record that Amazon has started to make users’ favorite passages in its Kindle books available on the Internet. (Hat tip: Kottke.)
(* Having written that title, I must now put on my “reader” hat and object that it makes no sense whatsoever—Cowen never objected to this future, after all. It was Benjamin Chambers who expressed worries about this, in the comments to Jonathan’s post. With any luck, future readers of this post will pick up on my gloss down here. —MCS)

Giving Chris Muir the Lloyd Bentsen Treatment

Martin Schneider writes:
I am indebted to “SEK” at Lawyers, Guns, and Money for directing my attention to the comic stylings of Chris Muir. SEK pivots from some observations on Garry Trudeau (I almost wrote “Marshall”; there are only so many people named “Garry” around) to pick Muir’s work apart. That post is worth reading.
If you don’t know—I didn’t—Muir writes comics that are similar to Trudeau’s Doonesbury cartoons, except that they represent the conservative point of view; they’re all “Sunday format,” as far as I can tell. SEK points out two important things about Muir’s work (for which, see here). First, each strip is a transparent attempt to dress up the wingnut talking point of the moment in a wry, witty package (and generally fails); and second, Muir crams in as many unmotivated images of pretty young women in a state of undress as he can. (They’re sexualized in a way that Trudeau’s Boopsie—who is, after all, a Playboy Playmate—never was; Boopsie has levels, man….)
I’m sure I’m not the first person to point this out, but It’s interesting that the inhabitants of Muir’s Obama-hostile world appear to be, demographically speaking, Obama voters. Everyone is young and slim; everyone looks like a sleek urban professional; and one guy is a cocoa-colored sort of Obama surrogate. I briefly toyed with the idea that he is the strip’s token Obama supporter, but I honestly can’t parse a good number of these cartoons—it goes so far in the “wry” direction of the spectrum (while spouting some pretty silly Tea Party truisms) that it’s often impossible to tell what the joke, exactly, is. Either way, this light-skinned black man is enlisted in the service of an anti-Obama narrative.
In any case, psychologically, dramatically, that attempt, to dress up Tea Party logic in the trappings of hip and ironic young liberals, simply fails. I’m not even making any broader criticism here, other than to say that these people don’t seem like Republicans a lot of the time, and that sometimes makes the strips confusing. (If Archie Bunker had been played by Robert Redford rather than Carroll O’Connor, surely the points wouldn’t have landed so effectively.)
I suppose the reason Muir does that is not artistic but political; he wants to make the critiques of Obama seem more grounded than they really are, as if hip, verbal urbanites are forever wringing their hands at the assault on liberty Obama represents.
The strip features that hallmark feature of Hysterical Anti-Obamaism, to wit, the unsubstantiated claim. So we hear that Obama desires to be king, that “this is a center-right nation by any measure” (what about the measure of losing elections?), that Obama is a statist, that he is ruling “by fiat,” and so on. All of this is by now so familiar that even I am bored with this paragraph. Yet the point stands, and it’s useful to keep mentioning it as long as it remains true.
When comprehension becomes a problem, as it sometimes did for me, it’s not surprising that the ones that “succeed” have less of a partisan edge. For example, there’s one making fun of the censoring of Muhammad’s image on South Park that isn’t awful.
I guess it’s interesting to see such “hot” rhetoric conveyed in such a “cool” manner. I almost want to give Muir points for that, were it not for the evident truth that “legitimizing” that rhetoric is the whole point.
The parallels to Doonesbury here are at once unmissable and thoroughly implicit, as far as I can tell; nobody ever says outright, “Doonesbury was too liberal” or “This is the conservative’s Doonesbury,” but the message—should I say “critique”?—is clear either way.
So a few brief points about Doonesbury before I wrap up. I grew up reading ’em, and I’m a fan, although I haven’t looked at them much since, I don’t know, college. So yeah, you know, I knew Doonesbury, Doonesbury was a friend of mine….
Doonesbury may have been “liberal,” but the strip has lasted for several decades now, under presidents both Republican and Democratic, and I didn’t notice that the strip got much less funny when, say, Carter was in the White House.
It’s a commonplace point, but the mark of a true satirist is that the targets can change but the essential imperative of puncturing hypocrisy or pomp remains the same. True satirists don’t go out of business when their guys seize power; only the hacks do. I note as a matter of record that when Trudeau took his 20-month leave of absence, the president of the country was named Reagan—it’s a little difficult to imagine Rush Limbaugh doing anything similar, now that the president of the country is named Obama. If Trudeau were really so partisan or really such a hack, surely he would have relished every opportunity to ridicule doddering old Ronald Reagan.
The other thing is that Trudeau did, ultimately, inject more than a modicum of psychological depth into his characters. Rather than play so aggressively against type, as Muir does, Trudeau worked within the archetypes, fleshing each character out over many years, with the end result that they did acquire a good deal of nuance (okay, Duke never did). I sincerely wish that Muir is able to do that sort of thing for many decades (so long as he gets funnier). It would be great if he could poke fun at—shudder—a President Palin or a President Gingrich, should that terrible day ever arrive. I’m not counting on it, though.

DFW’s Vocab List: “Tennis,” Anyone?

Martin Schneider writes:
A few weeks ago it was reported that the Harry Ransom Center in Austin, Texas, had purchased the letters and ephemera of David Foster Wallace. One item of note was his dictionary, which contained various markings. It’s difficult to think of another writer for whom the personal dictionary would be of such special interest, but no popular writer ever used such pointedly obscure words so frequently and so winningly.
Now Slate has cleverly provided a list of words circled by Wallace. The words on the list couldn’t be better, they are almost all quite obscure; I think many highly literate people will be unfamiliar with a great many of them. They are also quite Wallacean, and in certain cases the close reader of Wallace will be able to remember specific words and the exact context in which they appear in Wallace’s works. (For example, I think “espadrille” makes an appearance in the opening pages of Infinite Jest.)
The least difficult word on the list may be “tennis,” which pursuit had a particular importance to Wallace. It’s remarkable to see that word, of all words, nestled between “tenesmus” and “tepefy.”
Although the list is difficult, it also provides hope. For the implicit meaning of a word circled in the dictionary is that the word was a new acquaintance to the encircler. So in considering a writer of so vast a vocabulary as Wallace, even he had to do the ignoble legwork of tracking down these words, much the same way a foreign student of the language might have to circle “shoulder” or “carrot.”
Learning about language is an inherently democratic pastime—and also one that never comes to an end.

Some Quick Hits on a Recent Issue

Martin Schneider writes:
I’m finding the April 26 issue of The New Yorker (green cover) kind of delightful. In no particular order:
1. Hendrik Hertzberg’s Comment is excellent and also clarifies a subject that I’d pretty much missed, President Obama’s recent successes on the nuclear proliferation front. If you think you might have missed it too, do check it out.
1a. Hertzberg quotes Obama’s “Dmitri, we agreed” comment to Medvedev that apparently sealed the deal in the end.
The line possesses … an odd echo* of some of the most delicious dialogue in Dr. Strangelove, which movie Hertzberg cites in the beginning of the Comment, when President Merkin Muffley, played by Peter Sellers, is on the phone to the Russian premier to tell him that the United States is about to destroy the USSR for no good reason:

Well let me finish, Dimitri. Let me finish, Dimitri. Well, listen, how do you think I feel about it? Can you imagine how I feel about it, Dimitri? Why do you think I’m calling you? Just to say hello? Of course I like to speak to you. Of course I like to say hello. Not now, but any time, Dimitri. I’m just calling up to tell you something terrible has happened. It’s a friendly call. Of course it’s a friendly call. Listen, if it wasn’t friendly, … you probably wouldn’t have even got it.

So, so good.
The other thing that struck me about “Dmitri, we agreed” is that it may be the most quintessentially Obamanian statement of any importance he has ever uttered as president. That statement is wholly consistent with the person I supported as early as 2007, voted for in 2008, and haven’t seen quite enough of since.
2. Dana Goodyear’s article on the restaurant Animal in Los Angeles (not available online) is a sheer delight, and towards the end takes on an almost fictive quality. A great subject, and she did the most with it.
3. The letter Saul Bellow wrote to Philip Roth on January 7, 1984 (not available online), is pretty fantastic, even if his appellation for the poor journo who crossed him, “crooked little slut,” is a bit unfortunate.
4. Billy Kimball’s list of rarely heard complaints about the iPad is very funny.
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* Update: Somehow I missed that Hertzberg quoted a different part of Muffley’s telephone monologue to start off his Comment. Kudos to Hertzberg for spotting this echo long before I did.

Not Interested in Seeing Pavement, Thank You

Martin Schneider writes:
By now, everyone who cares knows that Pavement has reunited and is touring. They’ve got several dates at Central Park in September, tickets to which cost Lord knows how much, and they’re playing some festivals, including Coachella and Pitchfork. So far, the word is positive: the band sounds good and they’re motivated (always a problem with Pavement).
I belonged to the original cadre of Pavement geeks. I fell for them hard in 1993, when I first heard their first album Slanted and Enchanted, and I bought everything they released until they broke up. Pavement was my first serious musical obsession as an adult, and for many years they were the band that most defined my taste and outlook. I was really into them. Still am. They’re a great band.
I saw them four times in the 1990s, and those shows were mostly transcendent experiences, the kind of shows that only happen when a true favorite is performing, the kind of shows you look forward to for weeks.
The question arises: should I see Pavement a decade after their original incarnation? I’m certainly tempted, but … what exactly would I be getting out of it? I still love the tunes and the players remain likable and the general group exultation of the event would certainly be fun. A friend who runs a prominent mp3 blog was telling me recently that Pavement is much, much bigger now than they ever were when they were still putting out albums, and to experience that level of public approbation (finally) would be a fine thing.
But—on the other hand, I did experience them the first time around, and it’s a little unclear what I, as an original Pavement obsessive, stand to get out of the deal. The tickets are pricey, and I don’t exactly have to validate my fandom; that already happened long ago. I never saw the Pixies, but if I were to see them today, my incentive would be to see a legendary band I never got to see. I don’t have to do that with Pavement.
You may find these musings neurotic or almost enjoyment-averse. I understand that reaction, and yet the basic conflict remains. I’m not averse to aesthetic or cultural pleasure in the least, as any of my friends will attest with alacrity. I’m just confused what I’d be getting if I pay to see Pavement play their back catalog in 2010.
Be that as it may. To this quandary, add a truly perplexing article by Jon Dolan in the latest issue of SPIN, which also happens to be the 25th anniversary issue. I don’t think it’s too much of an exaggeration to say that this article makes the best possible case for staying away from these Pavement shows. It left such a bad taste in my mouth that I think it made my mind up for me.
Since Pavement is so doggedly … deconstructionist, for want of a better word, Dolan adopts a strategy (“Pavement always made a certain realism a centerpiece of their appeal,” after all) of addressing the monetary factor involved in Pavement’s decision to reunite, to a degree that is a little bit nauseating. Quotation is my friend:

You become a rock star when you can get onstage without adding anything new to your artistic legacy and still make thousands of people lose their minds. It’s adulation as ritual, expectations met as a matter of course.

Yet, despite singer-guitarist Stephen Malkmus’ semi-pooched voice (he’d been fighting off a cold), Pavement were the same pretty-decent live band they were 15 years ago — sorta distant, kinda ramshackle — plowing through a catalog that feels as obliquely poignant as ever.

The economics of what Malkmus calls “these nostalgia things” has long been formalized, as every one from the Pixies to Polvo comes back to cash in on legends that have ballooned in the band’s absence, as oldsters entreat youngsters to do their history homework. Provided a band can go through the paces without dredging up any old grudges or hurting themselves, the offers get pretty hard to refuse.
“If the band likes hearing people cheer, and getting a check, as is the case with us,” says Malkmus, “then it usually ends up working out, even if they’re just ham-and-egging out the same old chords.”
After five years on the reunion circuit, the Pixies’ Black Francis recently came out with the maxim for the moment: “Forget the fucking goddamn art. Now it’s time to talk about the money.” (Let’s: A New York-based booking agent estimates that indie bands that were lucky to pocket $7,000 a night in the mid-’90s can now command mid-six figures for a single festival date and low-six figures for one show at a large theater.)
The 43-year-old Malkmus is acutely aware of what he calls the “dialectical materialism” of these events, but for him, grandstanding like Francis’ seems redundant: “If you’re 40, and you leave your family and fly to Australia to do shows, and you’re doing it for the art, that seems kind of weird. If you’re doing it for the art, stay home with your family.”

Enough. It’s good to be told that there are no illusions here. I’m not expected to pay for “art” or even a good musical experience, although Dolan does sprinkle in some compliments between the references to Malkmus’s shot voice, their “pretty-decent” live chops, and their “plowing” through their old hits.
In the last paragraph Dolan writes, “There’s a deeper realism at work here. … With the global economy in the toilet, the ambivalence toward capitalism that Pavement exemplified seems like an outmoded luxury. In 2010, indie-rock fans should take some solace that there are still paychecks for nostalgia acts that only had theoretical hits.”
Lucky me! I helped Pavement become the eccentric indie heroes in their original stint—I’m talking hard cash here—now it’s my turn to be part of their grassroots 401(k) plan too! Gosh, it’s good I can take some solace that Pavement can still calculatedly fleece their newer fans and provide an authentic veneer of credibility—yes, the contradiction inherent in that phrase is intentional—even if most bands have a hard time making ends meet.
Why I should be supporting Pavement, and not those hard-up bands…. that part isn’t explained so clearly. I know I might come off as harsh and bitter; truly, I’m more annoyed or fatigued than bitter. But more to the point, I don’t see why this reaction is wrong on the merits.
I’ll always root for Pavement on some level, and I’m delighted that they have found a new audience that was probably in diapers the first time around. That’s awesome, it’s a validation of my twentysomething instincts, and I’m glad their albums have a fair shot at lasting a good deal longer than the albums of most of their contemporaries. They’re great albums.
But the concerts? I’ll leave those to others to enjoy.