Archive for June, 2009

Education not the answer in Greece

Wednesday, June 24th, 2009

From GlobalPost, a story about overeducated young people with few opportunities. While Greece is an extreme example, this syndrome is everywhere in the West, including the U.S.

It’s not as evident or complained-about here, for several reasons.

One is the U.S. culture of personal responsibility and entrepreneurship. Those with degrees in non-demand areas get on with freelancing or making new careers for themselves,without whining too much. In American culture, it’s acceptable to complain about the hard times only as an obstacle on the road to self-transformation. After you’ve made it, you can talk about how tough it was.

And the more flexible U.S. economy offers more opportunities than closed, sclerotic, crony capitalist hothouses like Greece.

Our universities attract foreign students who major in the math, science and business fields that are still in demand. Many stay in the U.S. to start companies and generate jobs.

Still, education elites (and parents) here haven’t seemed to grasp yet that a college degree for everyone is not the answer.

Obama Undermining Egypt?

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009

At Slate, Lee Smith (quoting the columnist “Spengler”) thinks the whole idea of Obama’s addressing “the Muslim world” is a mistake:

“By addressing the ‘Islamic world’ from Cairo,” writes Goldman, “Obama lends credibility to the Muslim Brotherhood, Hamas, and other advocates of political Islam who demand that Muslims be addressed globally and on religious terms.” In other words, the American president is playing into the hands of those who seek to bring down the U.S.-backed order in the Middle East.

I’m not sure about this. I don’t think the notion of the Muslim umma needs Obama’s endorsement, or will somehow weaken if the U.S. ignores it. And al-Azhar University does have a long history as an intellectual center in Islam, not just Egypt.

Extremely thoughtful comments on Christopher West’s views by Jesuit who shall remain nameless..

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009

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Dear readers,

The following is from a moral theologian and colleague of ours. We asked him to write about the Christopher West “approach” to John Paul II’s Theology of the Body. We think this is the best comment to date by any theologian, Schindler included. This is a must read.

The American Recusants 

 

Von Hildebrand and Schindler make rather heavy criticisms when implying that Christopher West is forgetful of concupiscence, as if at any moment the good must be watched carefully against the intrusion of evil. It is said, for example, that Augustine held for some venial sin even in marital sexuality. And one could analogously think of the tendency to overeat or overdrink even at a very proper banquet. Somehow that does not so easily translate into the sexual area. How can a man be too tempted by his wife? (Though of course there are improper times even for marital love to be expressed). Not every desire is met upon its emergence.
 
Let us say rather that we do have, as fallen, a fragmented existence, not an integral one. Thus, Aquinas could hold that pre-fallen humanity would have had greater pleasure in sexuality than we are ever capable of now. That is, as post-fallen we are divided into parts. Hence, some of the evil in misplaced sexuality lies not in its indulgence but in its incompleteness or half-way indulgence. If West is aware of this he has a point. Pre-marital sex, for example, is more of a quitting, a dabbling, the squelching of a total self-donation almost as much as it is a voyage into the forbidden. Lovers are meant to last for life because of the transcendental nature of the spiritual-bodily experience. Is this what West means?
 
However, the danger in West’s approach, as it could be misunderstood at least, is in its domestication, intended or not, of the mysterious. He and Hefner want to get it all out there, so to speak, as if to overcome the mystique of the forbidden. He is not so much forgetful of concupiscence as he is of that which is awesome, the tremendum (though surely he tries to preach the awesomeness of sexuality). He might thus forget that the opposite of the beautiful is not the normal but the ugly, the sickening. Both he and Hefner in a way seek to “normalize” sex, to naturalize it and make it all OK. It won’t hold still for that.
 
Their celebration of sex is too forced. Sex escapes the attempt to rationalize or tame it with further exposure. Hefner’s campaign never ends. It cannot. The mysteriousness of our imaging of God in co-personal marital union will look for a recovery elsewhere, given our unrestricted desire to know and love, to be known and to be loved, which nothing short of the infinite will ever satisfy.
 
The dark underside, the counterpoint of the mystery, is enlightening here. West and Hefner are not so much neglectful of concupiscence as they are of the stronger evil, the demonic. The opposite of the reserved and untouchable hidden and holy human body is, once again, not the clinically exposed flesh, hang-ups dismissed, but the polar opposite of the beautiful; namely, the profane, the despicable, the unmentionably ugly. Why do Satanic cults need a truly consecrated host to celebrate a black Mass if they don’t believe it is real? Or do they at least perhaps fear it is real?
 
Pornography attempts to normalize a mystery but ends up seeking ever more degrees of its ugly project by celebrating ever newer and forbidden extremes (a woman being actually killed in a porn movie, for example). The awful cannibalism of Dahmer and Merwes were an integral part of their homosexual rituals of killing and dying.
West and Hefner, to put it simply, seem to forget why dirty words are dirty. The F word, for instance, is sometimes referred to as much as it is actually spoken. The reader even hears and sees it when reading this sentence but it still will not appear on this page. It belongs to almost every part of speech - adjective, noun, adverb, verb — in our attempt to control our lives and our world exhaustively. That our world is sexual West assures us. “Damn you” won’t work, however passionately uttered. But that the sexual can take us over, for better or worse, he hesitates to point out. When we thoroughly tame the F word we will find another, far worse if possible, to take its place.
Some have thought that rap music represents an attempt to control the unspeakable by getting it all out in the open, no holds barred about mothers and cops, gadgets and positions. As if in saying it out loud we remove its sting and its ugliness and become less likely to commit murder and rape. But mere exposure once again soon bores us. The sexual refers to our total being, not to body parts. The potentially vulgar verbs of to “have” to “make” or the now popular to “do” someone reveal the comprehensiveness of sexual union but also hint at its hidden temptation to control, to dominate, even to hurt — to refuse to let go and be taken.
 
Though West’s desire to carry out what Hefner began presumes far better intentions than Hefner deserves, West is not totally off the mark if he means to overcome prudishness and unworthy shame. But the danger lies in stripping us of the inhibitions and sublimations that occasionally protect us from harm. Insofar as he and Hefner recommend to us more “exposure” both are misguided. Between the beautiful and the demonic there is no clinically neutral middle. Our sexuality is anything but “harmless.” As Donald Keefe has said, there is no common ground between yes and no. Sexual love in marriage, he would note, is the occasion for blissful joy, not simply the elements of fun. Any attempts by West or Hefner to domesticate the beautiful, to make the holy into something manipulable, even manageable, will be about as successful as rap music has been in lowering the crime rate.
 

Misfires in O’Connor review

Monday, June 1st, 2009

Brad Gooch’s new biography of Flannery O’Connor has sparked a new surge of interest in her. By now, O’Connor’s place in American fiction is secure. But, as always, non-Christian critics have to struggle with what to make of her Catholicism. The results of their struggles usually say more about them than about O’Connor, and the same is true of Christopher Benfey’s New Republic review.

“Like others before him, Gooch overestimates O’Connor’s theological sophistication….The truth is that O’Connor liked the Catholic Church because she didn’t have to think about it….

Attempts to find this or that Christian idea embodied in her stories are doomed to failure, or to tedium at best. Who wants to believe that the interpretive key to her stories lies in the earnest theological musings of Jacques Maritain or Thomas Merton? She wanted to escape what she called in her essays ‘determinism,’ the notion that ‘the ills and mysteries of life will eventually fall before the scientific advances of man.’ She was all for mystery and freedom, which she thought the Church–at least the thirteenth century Church–made room for, but she found them in Hawthorne and Faulkner as well.’ “

Benfey seems to mean here simply that O’Connor accepted Catholic doctrines. I suppose not challenging them amounts to “not thinking” for someone like Benfey. But it is certainly NOT a true statement that she didn’t think deeply about them, or that one can’t find them in her fiction.

O’Connor presents the truths of Catholic theology as fundamental realities, almost like physical facts, rather than like a set of beliefs. Spiritual realities as Catholic theology presents them are real for everyone, believer or not, in O’Connor’s fictional world. They certainly impinge themselves on her characters, even if they don’t understand or react in bizarre ways.

One of her characters, for example, walks miles with rocks in his shoes because he feels he has to “pay.” His own church doesn’t provide him a ritual of penance, so he has to improvise. His felt need for sacramental realities is a part of obervable human nature for O’Connor.

Indeed, many of her short stories are exquisite explorations of the differences between Protestant and Catholic doctrines. No one who has read and understood O’Connor’s last short story, “Parker’s Back,” which is about Catholic versus Protestant understandings of the Incarnation, should be capable of making such statements.

But secular critics no longer believe in the importance of the distinctions O’Connor was writing about, or perhaps have lost the ability even to see them.

The fact that O’Connor “also” found mystery and freedom in Hawthorne is not surprising, given that the New England writer was so sympathetic to Catholicism that his daughter converted, founded an order of nuns, and is a candidate for canonization today.

Press fawning on Obama bad for America

Monday, June 1st, 2009

Paul Samuelson on why the press’s abdication of its role is bad for America.


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