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Published February 22, 2022
Irony is necessarily subversive because it means the opposite of what it says; but the risk of post-modern irony is that it subverts not what it sets out to critique, but the critical agency of the message itself. Just as sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, irony is the feeblest kind of indictment. And yet it has become the go-to rhetorical stance of the post-modernist. By maintaining a cool, affectless stance, irony colludes, unconsciously or otherwise, with what it overtly disdains.Part of the reason for that detachment, of course, was that the post-moderns lacked any faith in the "Grand Narratives" of history, that they were part of a movement or class which could affect change toward a freer, more just, and equitable world. To that extent, perhaps we Millennials-and-older are still post-modernists, than, looking toward the young, to the Greta Thurberg's of the world, to have the spiritual or ethical strength to do what we could not? We who are a little bit like Martha Rosler, perhaps:
Martha Rosler’s work is worth reflecting on as a challenge to those who see post-modernism as a giddy, irresponsible, consumerist free-for-all in cahoots with a neoliberal system that creates unparalleled inequality. While some fellow artists wallowed in the degrading exchange between commerce and art, Rosler critiqued the society she lived in and at the same time reflected critically on the power or otherwise of art to change that society. For the neo-Marxist thinkers of the Frankfurt School, steeped in the culture of mid-century modernism, the point of art was to exist as an Other that indicted, though could not change, society. In the post-modern age, that otherness of art was no longer possible. Artists, even radical, critical ones like Rosler, were enmeshed, often knowingly, in cultural, economic and language systems they could scarcely change: under post-modernism, there could be no avant-garde.To give you a sense of how PoMo culture is "shot through" with the economic, I will end with a long quotation from Jeffries on the book The New Spirit of Capitalism by Luc Boltanski and Eve Chiapello (1999, but which is new to me), its title an allusion to that seminal work on capitalism which so influenced the young Thomas Pynchon, Max Weber's The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism and Other Writings:
They suppose there have been three spirits of capitalism, each suited to the demands of sustaining it during different eras. The first spirit of capitalism is the one that Weber recognised in the nineteenth century, whose hero was the Promethean bourgeois entrepreneur, who risked, speculated and innovated at work, but at home was distinguished by his determination to save, personal parsimony, and austere attachment to the family. In The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism, Weber argued that the values of hard work and progress were seen as endowed with moral and spiritual significance, and the refusal to waste money meant that a large proportion of the proceeds of capitalism could be reinvested in nascent businesses.The third spirit is one in which capitalism addresses us directly as individuals and promises us authenticity, freedom, lots and lots and lots of consumer satisfaction—and the internet:
The second spirit of capitalism, Boltanski and Chiapello argue, existed from about 1930 to 1960. Instead of the nineteenth- century entrepreneurial hero, the second spirit’s hero was the director of the large, centralised, bureaucratic corporation. In France, in particular, the spirit that sustained capitalism during this time involved long-term planning and rational organisation, fixed career structures, self-realisation linked to security, and a common interest in satisfying consumers and overcoming scarcity.
The central organisational figure of the contemporary world had thus become the network, and the new hero of capitalism was the network extender. And the network extender was a soulmate of Zygmunt Bauman’s liquid modern – one who is always at work forging connections, a human rhizome sending out sprouts everywhere; uprooted and anxious, yes, but also light and mobile, tolerant of difference, informal and friendly.We haven't yet reached the end of post-modernism, in other words (though it is said to have peaked in the wider discourse in 1997), much less the end of its speed-fueled**** dancing partner, neoliberalism. The ghost of the one still haunts the not-so-glitzy internet ballrooms and bricks-and-mortar strip malls and Maquiladora sweatshops of the other. Whatever comes next, I do hope it comes soon enough to save the planet rather than raze it more completely. Who knows? Not me, though the kids might. The kids are all right, pretty much.
What became lost above all in the rise of this new justificatory spirit of capitalism, and the supposedly anti-hierarchical notion of the network, was social class. Marxism relied on this hierarchical, arboreal concept in accounting for social division and capitalistic exploitation. But, like Marxism, class was purportedly obsolete. Social exclusion became the preferred term to account for the oppressed or excluded. It was as if the problem were not how capitalism systematically exploited workers, but that there were some in society who remained outside the network. The corollary was obvious: what needed to be done was not the overthrow of capitalism, but the extension of its network so that all fell within its grasp.