This is a wonderful book, and I strongly recommend it. This might be a bit of a strange review, because I don’t think I’m hardly going to talk about this book as much as I should, but rather about a play I saw on the weekend. The point is that the play made me think of this book and I might not have written a review of the book at all other than because of the play, although I’ve now read most of this book twice now.
Some quick background. Chavs is an English term for working class people. The equivalent term in Australia is Bogan. Both mean uncouth and lacking in taste, style or class. Both are used exclusively as a caricature of what it means to be white-working-class in Australia and Britain. Originally, I was told CHAV was an abbreviation of ‘Council Housed And Violent’ – but apparently this is more a myth, and the word comes from a Romany word for child. As someone who has always been fascinated by Gypsies, that came as a surprise too.
The world is full of paradoxes, for instance, we are supposed to live in a ‘classless society’ – you know, where everyone is ‘middle class’. But one of the really interesting things in this is that the number of people who now refer to themselves as working class has taken a recent up-tick. The problem is, of course, that ‘middle class’ isn’t the opposite of ‘working class’. Middle class implies an upper and a lower – rather than a working. The middle class, however it is defined, tends to work.
The shift recently has been away from seeing the working class as the ‘salt of the earth’ and seeing them more as bigoted, stupid, greedy, selfish, welfare (and just about everything else) cheats. That this change has occurred at a time when our societies are systematically dismantling the welfare state smells a lot like ‘blaming the victim’.
I found the play deeply disturbing. I’ve been going to plays at Malthouse Theatre for the last five years or so, and generally love the plays. But this year has been very disappointing – and this play all the more so. It was written by a young woman who said her family are working class, and that they think she is crazy for being interested in the arts. And so she feels she now stands somewhere between working and middle class. Don’t get me wrong – this is pretty much where I feel I stand too. It is an oddly isolating place to be – one where you never quite feel you fit in. If the play had been about this, it would have been one I would have remembered for a very long time, and possibly one I might have praised excessively highly.
The problem is that she has written a play that is meant to be ‘funny’ – and so it is a kind of string of clichés and stereotypes of working and middle class identities hardly tied together. By far the people who come off the worst in this are the working class characters. Basically, the middle class in the play (it was called Australian Realness, by the way) are not only drunken and angry, they are also basically seeking to tear down Western civilization. The middle class are merely gormless, the working class are too stupid to know the damage they are causing.
I said before that the Australian word for Chav is Bogan – well, the other word to know is CUB – a Cashed Up Bogan – that is, someone with lots of money, but no taste. This was a major theme of the play. The nice middle class family had come upon financial hard times, but they still had the cultural capital that told them the right wines to drink and the beers they should avoid. But the working class are working as plumbers and so on – and have lots of money, but obviously no taste at all. What a terrible inversion…and how terribly amusing too…
The notes for the play suggested that the writer wanted it to encourage people to think about the nature of class differences in Australia – but really, you can’t achieve critical reflections upon the basis of a series of clichés and stereotypes. Stereotypes reinforce prejudice and stop people thinking. That’s literally their point, to allow us to not have to think about (or know how to respond to) people we press into the stereotype.
This book holds a mirror up to how differently we treat people in our societies – although, obviously, mostly in Britain – based on how we understand social class. It also shows that you are allowed to say and think things about the working class that would be impossible to think or say about most other social groups. At least, in polite company. If you are wondering, you should read book. It’s quick and says pretty much what we, as a society, need to hear right about now.