There's a lot of use of the words "everybody" and "everyone," for example,
Everybody learns a Valuable Lesson about the Importance of Peace, which they all put into action in the same way: a determined effort to ensure that this time they will be the ones with the biggest guns, goddammit.And you know, I think it would come as a surprise to the vast majority of the population of the fucking Earth that they "all" were trying to get the biggest guns. Seems to me that was an activity of the elite of the elite, the richest, most powerful members of the richest, most powerful countries. As always, by definition, I mean duh.
"There's a brief period of glorious economic euphoria and excitement in the rest of the world" again, would come as a surprise to most of the rest of the world, especially that continent that I vaguely remember discussing at some point recently. I can't quite remember the name of it. Does anybody live there? I don't think so, so never mind.
The grossest thing about the whole essay is that you can feel this kind of self-satisfied I'm-brilliant air dripping off of the words. Davies clearly thinks he's approaching the 20th century from a perspective never seen before, when really he's just regurgitating the eurocentric racist vision of it that's jammed down all American and European throats from birth.
"I think our children are going to think we are nuts," he says, towards the end if you can make it that far. I sure hope yours do, Jacob.
PS Ha ha ha, read the second comment on the post.
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I'm traumatized by Obsidian Wings. And I only read the first third or so before I started staring outside the window.
I'm going to assume Davies is American, for no other reason than he didn't mention the Philippines.
He's actually British, which is consistently hilarious to me for a number of reasons, one of which is what you just said, zencomix.
Randal, while you're staring outside, you might as well go out. Get some fresh air, or whatever your closest local equivalent is. It'll do you much more good than reading frickin Obsidian Wings.
British-living-in-the-US, I should say.
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