Eric Hoffer, one of America's most important thinkers and the author of The True Believer. begins with a macro view on the progress of civilization, ending with his crucible vision on the unique and transformative aspects of mankind.
Eric Hoffer was an American social writer and philosopher. He produced ten books and was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in February 1983 by President of the United States Ronald Reagan. His first book, The True Believer, published in 1951, was widely recognized as a classic, receiving critical acclaim from both scholars and laymen, although Hoffer believed that his book The Ordeal of Change was his finest work. In 2001, the Eric Hoffer Award was established in his honor with permission granted by the Eric Hoffer Estate in 2005.
Early life
Hoffer was born in the Bronx, New York City in 1902 (or possibly 1898), the son of Knut and Elsa Hoffer, immigrants from Alsace. By the age of five, he could read in both German and English. When he was age five, his mother fell down a flight of stairs with Eric in her arms. Hoffer went blind for unknown medical reasons two years later, but later in life he said he thought it might have been due to trauma. ("I lost my sight at the age of seven. Two years before, my mother and I fell down a flight of stairs. She did not recover and died in that second year after the fall.I lost my sight and for a time my memory"). After his mother's death he was raised by a live-in relative or servant, a German woman named Martha. His eyesight inexplicably returned when he was 15. Fearing he would again go blind, he seized upon the opportunity to read as much as he could for as long as he could. His eyesight remained, and Hoffer never abandoned his habit of voracious reading.
Hoffer was a young man when his father, a cabinetmaker, died. The cabinetmaker's union paid for the funeral and gave Hoffer a little over three hundred dollars. Sensing that warm Los Angeles was the best place for a poor man, Hoffer took a bus there in 1920. He spent the next 10 years on Los Angeles' skid row, reading, occasionally writing, and working odd jobs. On one such job, selling oranges door-to-door, he discovered he was a natural salesman and could easily make good money. Uncomfortable with this discovery, he quit after one day.
In 1931, he attempted suicide by drinking a solution of oxalic acid, but the attempt failed as he could not bring himself to swallow the poison. The experience gave him a new determination to live adventurously. It was then he left skid row and became a migrant worker. Following the harvests along the length of California, he collected library cards for each town near the fields where he worked and, living by preference, "between the books and the brothels." A seminal event for Hoffer occurred in the mountains where he had gone in search of gold. Snowed in for the winter, he read the Essays by Michel de Montaigne. Montaigne's book impressed Hoffer deeply, and he often made reference to its importance for him. He also developed a great respect for America's underclass, which, he declared, was "lumpy with talent."
Longshoreman
Hoffer was in San Francisco by 1941. He attempted to enlist in the Armed forces there in 1942 but was rejected because of a hernia. Wanting to contribute to the war effort, he found ample opportunity as a longshoreman on the docks of The Embarcadero. It was there he felt at home and finally settled down. He continued reading voraciously and soon began to write while earning a living loading and unloading ships. He continued this work until he retired at age 65.
Hoffer considered his best work to be The True Believer, a landmark explanation of fanaticism and mass movements. The Ordeal of Change is also a literary favorite. In 1970 he endowed the Lili Fabilli and Eric Hoffer Laconic Essay Prize for students, faculty, and staff at the University of California, Berkeley.
Hoffer was a charismatic individual and persuasive public speaker, but said that he didn’t really care about people. Despite authoring 10 books and a newspaper column, in retirement Hoffer continued his robust life of the mind, thinking and writing alone, in an apartment.
I tend to buy Hoffer's arguments immediately upon reading them, but maybe that's just the universal evolutionary fact of the human brain that we believe everything we read at first. Also, since I'm in constant fear of being elitist, anything that strikes a blow at the hubris of the intellectual wins favor with me, due to my complicated self-hating and -aggrandizing psychological underpinnings. In the end, though, I think I managed to maintain my elitist beliefs, albeit tempered, once again, by increased awareness of their potential pitfalls and dangers.
This book is basically an extended counter-revolutionary rant written in the sixties. Unfortunately, reading this book at such a distance from it's origin clearly exposes as false many of Hoffer's points. His treatment of race is frankly appalling. Additionally, his broadsides against the young boarder on the hysterical. There are a few good points, especially when discussing the social upheavals surrounding the world wars. Unfortunately, it's tough to get past too many of his arguments.
Hoffer is a major figure in the counterrevolution against the 60s -- Presidential Medal of Freedom from Reagan. Intellectuals hate America; liberals are really elitists -- they're still saying the same b.s. 40 years later.
Ruminations on the nature and causes of human change. The author's essays draw upon the theories that he set forth in his earlier works and in some instances questions their validity. The work is marred by the author's prejudices, which although representative of the time during which the essays were written, the late 1960s, are unacceptable today. Therefore, this work although interesting in part is reprehensible in other parts and receives a lower rating than other works that I have read and rated by the author.
I enjoy reading Hoffer's insightful and relatively unique perspective on a people and society through periods of drastic change throughout the middle of the 20th Century. I suspect there is much we can learn from this chap who stuck to his job as a dock-worker while publishing multiple works of philosophy.
I read this book in 1973 and again in 2017. He was right then and he is right now and I don't consider his views as racist. He would have voted for Trump.