unless ye become as little children


Subject: unless ye become as little children
From: Robert Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Date: Sat May 11 2002 - 15:45:21 EDT


    Is it pushing things too far to suggest that the divergence
    of views between Valèrie & Micaela on the simplicity
    of children is a reflection of the wide Atlantic itself?

    I realise this is an old, & by now very boring, hobby-horse
    of mine but I don't apologise for it. The mutual misapprehension
    of the two cultures has engaged much better men than me:
    Twain, Henry James, the Expatriates of the Twenties,
    Graham Greene - to name only two.

    Although I know The Catcher appeared on the syllabus
    of the more enlightened secondary schools of these lands,
    what was much more extensively prescribed was
    William Golding's Lord of the Flies - a darker vision
    of boyhood altogether. All my sons' generation read it
    for their Leaving Certificate, along with Animal Farm
    - not exactly the most optimistic of works, either.

    Surely in almost all his stuff, Salinger assumes somewhere,
    a state of blessed innocence to which all of us could,
    or should, aspire (as saints) or revert (as children).
    And isn't this an inherent part of the American Dream?
    When Micaela hopes to God she won't, in twenty years,
    be dulled by cyncism & disillusion, I think she's expressing
    a sentiment deeply felt by her compatriots & not just
    her contemporaries. In the Dream, when the wagons
    roll west what moves us, surely, is the optimism undismayed
    by considerations of mere reality? And what about those
    two great archetypes, Huck & Gatsby? One a rogue,
    the other a crook, yet both retaining a buoyancy that
    derives from their essential naiveté.

    An important part of the American self image is a kindly,
    innocent confidence - exploited all too often by the envious
    world. But there it persists: undeterred, rising once again
    up off the floor & ready to save the rest of us with
    food parcels & lectures on the nature of democracy.
    This is Love for the Fat Lady made manifest.

    The startling visibility of September Eleven rendered
    it indelible for everyone - no matter what part of the world
    they witnessed it. But away down deep, beneath the revulsion,
    was the feeling among many non-Americans that this was
    a long overdue disillusioning. For how many great European cities
    - within living memory - was the death of a few thousands
    in a morning by no means a one-off?

    Salinger is, of course, greatly cherished in Europe &
    elsewhere but I doubt he ever enjoyed there, or could enjoy,
    the acceptance that arises from that conviction he shares
    with so many of his countrymen, the conviction:
    'YES. If we'd only shed all the shitty selfishness &
    become again as litle children we could make the world
    an Eden.'

    No one between the Brittany Coast & the Ural Mountains
    could ever again possibly believe that.

    Scottie B.

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