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164 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 2009
"In fact, it is utterly wrong for me to imagine that Bush is violent and I am not[...]"While clear and brief, few of these essays are light reading. Many of them were written in the early 2000s, during the darkest years of the Bush league, and reflect the morose tenor of that era. Others focus on Shawn's clear recognition of his status as a child of privilege—a phrase he uses at least once and paraphrases several more times—and the classically liberal guilt he feels for being in such a position of comfort. This book might be best read in a comfortable armchair, with a full belly, a glass of some warming beverage close to hand, and a warm shawl to pull around the shoulders... and even then one might find some of Shawn's reflections disturbing.
—p.79
"I think if you try too hard to be immediately comprehensible to your audience, if you give too much to the moment, you're also giving too much to the status quo."
—p.134
"You don't read a poem to find out how to get to Twenty-fourth Street."
—p.128
But here's how anyway
At least where streets are christened
with their proper ordinals:
First you find out where you are
And then subtract
As I write these words, in New York City in 1985, more and more people who grew up around me are making this decision; they are throwing away their moral chains and learning to enjoy their true situation: Yes, they are admitting loudly and bravely, We live in beautiful homes, we're surrounded by beautiful gardens, our children are playing with wonderful toys, and our kitchen shelves are filled with wonderful food. And if there are people out there who are envious of us and who might even be tempted to break into our homes and take what we have, well then, part of our good fortune is that we can afford to pay guards to protect us. And if those who protects us need to hit people in the face with the butts of their rifles, or if they need perhaps even to turn around and shoot, they have our permission, and we only hope they'll do what they do with diligence and skill.
The amazing thing I've noticed about those friends of mine who've made that choice is that as soon as they've made it, they begin to blossom, to flower, because they are no longer hiding, from themselves or anyone else, the true facts about their own lives. They become very frank about human nature...And as they learn to admit these things, and they lose the habit of looking over their shoulders in fear at the disapproving ghosts of their parents and teachers, they develop the charm and grace that shine out from all people who are truly comfortable with themselves, who are not woried, who are not ashamed of their own actions. These are people who are free to love life exuberantly...and, in fact, these people who accept themselves are people whose company everyone enjoys.
In contrast to the African miner who works underground doing painfully difficult labor in terrifying conditions and then receives a minuscule reward, I have a life that is extremely pleasant. I have enough money to buy myself warm and comfortable shoes and sweaters; each Wednesday I pay a nice person to clean my apartment and keep it neat; and each April at tax time I pay my government to perform a similar service in the world outside. I pay it to try to keep the world more or less as it is, so that next year it will not suddenly be me who is working a seventy-hour week in some godforsaken pit or digging in some field under the burning sun. It's all terrific, but my problem is that my government is the medium through which I conduct my relationships with most of my fellow human beings, and I'm obliged to note that its actions don't conform to the principles of morality. Yes, I may be a friendly fellow to meet on the street, but I've found, through my government, a sneaky way to do some terrible things. . . 27-8