This is a difficult book to write about, and I’m not quite sure where to start. I read Thomas Frank’s book What’s the Matter With Kansas a few years back and really enjoyed it. Mr. Frank, at the time, had assumed the mantle of a modern day prairie populist, like a 21st century William Jennings Bryan, who set out to understand how the people of Kansas (or anywhere in Red State America) could be so foolish to vote for the likes of George W. Bush over John Forbes Kerry. Frank was amazed that the people of Kansas, his home state and—at one time, a hotbed of lefty political radicalism—could time and time again vote against their economic interests and put a greedy Republican warmonger in the Oval Office instead of the Democrat du jour. Mr. Frank was utterly baffled that the good people of the Plains did not view themselves primarily as homo economicus and vote appropriately, and instead let pointless, non-economic issues like God and family values interrupt their thinking. (Two digressions. First, Mr. Frank published a magazine titled The Baffler, which is perfect for him. Second, the documentary What’s the Matter With Kansas was utterly boring. Back to business):
I remember What’s the Matter With Kansas well because I found the author’s bewilderment to be so…bewildering. Former New York Senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan once said that culture trumps politics, and in this he was correct. People do not view themselves through the Marxist lens that Mr. Frank employs throughout all of his writing. That is to say, there are things that are more important to the desperate Bible and gun clingers Mr. Frank puzzles over than class solidarity, a point that is lost on the author in both his former book, and this his latest. (Explanatory note: I don’t use the term “Marxist” as a pejorative. It is a simple statement of fact that, throughout Mr. Frank’s books, the spirit of class war, class envy, class solidarity, and class-consciousness is omnipresent. Frank even quotes Marx’s famous maxim about all history being the story of class struggle, although he uses the phrase as an insult instead of a rallying cry. Still: Thomas Frank and Marx are well acquainted).
In his latest work, Pity the Billionaire: The Hard-Times Swindle and the Unlikely Comeback of the Right, Mr. Frank employs a smarmy, superior, condescending tone that readers of Maureen Dowd and Gail Collins will find quite familiar. He begins by re-telling the story of the Great Recession: trillions of dollars lost, millions of jobs evaporated, houses foreclosed, retirements ruined, businesses shuttered, etc. He—quite correctly, in my view—lays the blame for the Great Recession at the door of Wall Street malfeasance, corporate greed, and a paucity of government regulation and oversight. What Frank finds utterly beyond comprehension, however, is the response of We the People to this damn near unraveling of our nation’s economy: we did not rise up in a mass tide of social unity, bearing pitchforks and torches, demanding a worker’s utopia to take the place of the mean and brutish free market capitalism that had driven our nation to its knees. No, instead…we had a Tea Party.
And it is the Tea Party—along with Glenn Beck, Ayn Rand, the Koch brothers, Ludwig von Mises, Freedomworks, Paul Ryan, Friedrich Hayek, and conservative bloggers—that Frank trains most of his ire upon. How dare Americans respond to an economic crisis with Gadsden flags, town hall meetings, and the largest electoral bitch-slapping the Democrats had received since the last economic meltdown! Here was the opportunity to make it all right at last, and what did the unwashed, Bible thumping, gun totting, non-kale eating bastards do? They decried the economic stimulus! They called for less taxes! They railed against health care reform! Oh, the horror, the horror.
This isn’t to say that Frank doesn’t score some very legitimate points. He does. He also makes some wise observations about the role of small business owners and Tea Party membership, a connection I had not heard made before. Likewise, Frank points out many of the…let’s say interesting inconsistencies of men like Rep. Paul Ryan, who shrieks about government collusion with corporations while accepting very generous financial favors from these same proto-fascist entities.
Did you know that Amity Shales, in her widely read conservative history of the Great Depression, The Forgotten Man, didn’t use GDP as a measure of the economy during the 1930s ? (I didn’t). Did you know that Ludwig von Mises’s prediction about socialism turning into totalitarianism was directed, not toward the USSR, but post-WWII England? (I didn’t). Did you know that Glenn Beck cries a lot, and is smarter than he dresses? (I actually did know that).
Ultimately, this book was annoying and sad. It’s not that the author doesn’t score some solid hits on the hypocrisies of small government conservatives with big business connections. Likewise, Frank points out that an unhealthy adoration of ‘free markets’ can lead people to some fairly stupid conclusions about the nature of reality. What annoyed me is that he is so damn self-satisfied about everything; it’s as though he can’t imagine how anyone could look at our economy, our culture, and our government and reach different conclusions than he does about how best they should be organized. There is a story told by the journalist Bill Moyers about the day after George McGovern’s electoral loss in 1972. Moyers was walking in downtown Manhattan when he met a woman, sobbing, and saying, “How could he have lost? Everyone I know voted for him!” The same principle is applicable here: not everyone in America views themselves as, first, a worker being exploited by the Man, nor does every thinking person believe that the answer to each question of the 21st century should end with “…and more government programs, regulations, and power.”
I will not read anymore of Mr. Frank’s books. I pity him, in a sense. Like many people of the far Left, has no idea what country he lives in.