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Dec. 28 2005 2:09 PM

Baghdad on the Mississippi

A frayster reports from New Orleans.

As a compliment to Witold Rybczynski's architecture piece on the rebuilding of New Orleans, the Fray offers a report from one of its Katrina correspondents, Isonomist--:

It's beautiful here, if you're only looking at the sky. It's warm, and a few trees are left alive. Wait, some entire blocks look normal. New Orleans after Katrina is just as the author said, post-war Europe, rubble where history once stood, landmarks rising ghostly against a now peaceful sky, dusty people trying to reassemble their lives stone by stone. The closest equivalent now would be present day Baghdad. Some areas downright lawless, some almost normal. You can drive down St. Charles Street and still find lovely mansions, some with piles of sheet rock and ruined furniture in front. Who knows what's behind those shining doors?

Some parts of town you can drive for blocks and see nothing but debris and row after row of abandoned, blackened homes. But it's not fire, it's filthy water like a bathtub ring at eight, six, four, two feet. Cars piled against trees, boats tipped drunken in the medians of the boulevard. The corpses of trees stacked haphazardly between lanes.

On my cousin's block we're all starting to make our piles of lathe, plaster, sheetrock, insulation, banana leaves, branches, trunks. Beds for ogres. The cat down his block has taken over most of the piles. Monday I saw her stalking a chicken wing, absconding with a KFC skin dangling from her mouth. Lucky cat. You have to drive to another part of town to find an open KFC, much less a bottle of water. That's what the Red Cross is for. You'll hear them driving by, megaphones blasting so you can hear them from the back of your busted up house, proffering MREs and bottled water.

My aunt over in Metairie has shown me her supply of MREs. You'd be surprised what people will save, even when the stores have reopened. You never know.

My son and I donned our coveralls and respirators, which we fondly nicknamed our hazmat suits, and helped gut a house that has stood since long before the first New Orleans flood of the century, back in 1927. It'll survive this too. Losing electricity means nothing to a house that was built before indoor plumbing became the fashion.

As we pull out layers of wall and ceiling, we find the bones of this house, and realize it was built by someone far more skilled than whoever renovated it, however many times. I test a couple of floors toward the back, and warn my cousin that these will have to come out. Have to? He knows, that cat in the front lawn has found its way in through the holes in this floor, slept in his bedroom and left hair on everything still functional on the upper floor. But the rest of the house is solid. Everything original is still tight and smooth, even floors that had been underwater for almost a month. If you know floors, you know what I'm saying. Someone knew what he was doing.

We work in daylight, partly because we can't see without it, and partly because the neighborhood isn't safe after dark. There are no streetlights, no traffic lights, no neighbors. No store to run into if someone's following you. No one to hear you scream for help, even if all that's happened is you tripped and fell into a pile of nail-studded two by fours. Before dark, we are gone, peeling off our hazmat suits, wondering how far we'll have to drive to find dinner, hoping we don't end up with Katrina cough, tired and sweaty.

Yesterday, we took the day off. It was 75 degrees and sunny. I took my son to some of the higher areas, the Quarter, Gentilly Ridge, Metairie, after a brief tour of the low-lying area (near the Industrial Canal) where my uncle's house was. We swung by City Park, the northern ballfields now FEMA city, the southern oak walk twinkling with Christmas lights, a carnival of bright rides and laughing children. I hope he understands when this is over, some of what it means to me to be from New Orleans.

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Sunday, December 18, 2005

This week, citizens of the fray examine the logic of torture, employ tortured logic, and plead with Mickey Kaus and the video game industry to stop practicing torture…

Respecting the secret National Security Agency warrant taps addressed in a recent NYT story … President Bush noted in a Jim Lehrer interview … that:

"I think the point that Americans really want to know is twofold. One, are we doing everything we can to protect the people? And two, are we protecting civil liberties as we do so?" And, in his view, the answer to both in this area is "yes."

…Bush's two part test -- though at times, it is hard for some people to understand -- is interconnected. Civil liberties, including safeguards (even if they are less intricate or involve some sort of secrecy) such as judicial review before authorization of warrants [not just executive weighing of necessity], protects "the people" too.

In fact, the Fourth Amendment itself has a useful flexibility. It secures against "unreasonable" searches and seizures. This suggests some flexibility in time of danger and war. Nonetheless, it also sets forth certain safeguards, including third party judicial review. And, the reference to "the people" might also suggest (via, let us say, the Patriot Act) that procedural safeguards can be tinkered with -- even if some privacy is lost -- by the legislature (the people's agents)…

But, if we just change the rules in secret by executive fiat, the calculus changes. "The people" have no way of knowing what is going on nor do they or their agents have a chance to decide if some reduction of privacy is reasonable given the times. No, only the executive decides, which is dangerous even if s/he is more benign than the current occupant.

--JoeJP, here, weighing ends and means

…I too have felt let down by Rich's column, which seems to consistently use a howitzer to blast the fish in the barrel, leaving us with little recollection of the fish, but a vivid memory of a stinking mess left behind.

I offer a small adjustment to the conclusion, however. I'm not so sure that he's popular because he's acting as tastemaker. After all, Dowd and company do that with much more skill and flamboyance. No, I suspect it's because he articulates in brash, un-repentant prose, the mutterings of connected, moneyed, artsy and interesting New York. He's gotta have some fabulous connections after all (I hear Twyla Tharp still takes his phone calls), and he remains a character in a city that loves characters.

I love my "New York character" theory because it undermines the idea that a national culture can be captured or created by a newspaper. New York and Chicago and Washington and Dallas like different kinds of people. The Times would rather not recognize that, though, in it's quest to become "All The News That Fits" to the country. Interesting to be undone by your own success.

--rundeep, here, offering his take on New York Times editorialist Frank Rich.

Would you torture and innocent child to save 1,000,000 lives? Why not, if 1,000,000 lives are sufficient to justify torturing a terrorist? If you let innocence--known innocence-- into the equation, it seems to me you are repudiating the consequentialism that purportedly justifies torturing the terrorist. And if you don't let innocence in, then it seems to me you've justified Stalinism.

--Fritz_Gerlich, here, taking Krauthammer at his word


…Am I the only person alarmed at the fact that principles now bow to exigency, dismayed by the lack of a cardinal point here that is unmoved as a navigational bearing for our behavior? Aren't the conservatives those who have traditionally decried the exception to ethical moral imperatives that are inviolate under any circumstance as essentially tailoring morality to one's own self-centered desires and whims? I find that more than passing strange.

Somewhere, Kant is spinning in his grave and etching the three formulations of the Categorical Imperative on the inside of his coffin.

Further, in all of these discussions there is no consideration at all given to the effect that this proposed malleability on the use of torture has on those who employ it, on us as a people and as individuals. Articulating the position that torture is not only permissible but also necessary changes us. You cannot engage in such practices without needing to accept them, to justify them and worst of all—to accept them. The need to justify such actions is the break in the dam of our collective conscience that holds evil at bay. Once that is broken, then any action—all actions—become a necessary means of obtaining our ends. Anything is justifiable and indeed, the very facts frequently need to be altered to fit our new understanding.

Never mind the arguments of would torture be applied this way, can we effectively harness it, or would we prosecute if the results indeed saved many—the point is in the acceptance of it at all, we are irretrievably lost because we will have become that which we denounced and abhor. This is the only true way for the terrorists to win—to make us become that which we are (were?) not and to resemble them instead…

--Demosthenes2, here, weighing in.


…clemency is not about justice, or at least not exclusively so. It's about mercy. It's the idea that the state itself can be merciful – which perhaps reflects the idea that mercy really is an inextricable part of justice. We give our governors the power of clemency not because we want to make sure the convicted death row inmate has a last opportunity to prove his innocence; we give our governors the power of clemency because we want to make sure the state has the opportunity to exercise mercy. It's not supposed to be rational: it's supposed to be human.

--ChrisH, here, on the meaning of clemency.


Mickey says it's tough not to find yourself tearing up after listening to John Burns on the Iraqi elections, and he's right. But I couldn't figure out who it was I wanted to have sex with.

That sounds flip, but it's what's behind his thesis on why heterosexual men won't want to see Brokeback Mountain: there's no one lead character they are attracted to in it. I'm not sure whether that theory only applies to romantic movies, but if so, why?

I'd always thought empathy for others was what storytelling is about -- whether in fiction or even in our current news-obsessed world. A great reporter like Burns brings you into the story enough that you really care about those people, whether you want to have sex with them or not. I'd always thought something similar applied to movies, until Kaus posted his thoughts on Brokeback Mountain. Is it really true, then, that heterosexual men just can't -- or won't -- try to empathize with the story of gay men in love, even if they can empathize with the stories of repressed folks in the Middle East who are struggling to be free?

--SacSays, here, challenging Mickey Kaus' wariness of Brokeback Mountain.


I don't think I saw King Kong until I was about sixteen or so, my parents had a dim view of movies in general and monster movies in particular.

When I did see it, I saw the film just after I saw the highly edited Japanese movie Godzilla. What Raymond Burr was doing in Tokyo was the real mystery in that movie, but I disgress. The first time I saw Godzilla, I thought "Wow, those nuclear bombs really put a fear in the Japanese psyche!" and the first time I saw King Kong, I thought "Wow, those White Folk were really scared of the Black migration into the North!"

I never really got that business about the chains on Kong and the slavery issue. I felt like the allegory was more about bringing the dangers of importing the Southern Rural Black to the Northern Urban Setting, a place that was inappropriate for purely social reasons - how could you expect someone so backward to behave themselves in such a complex environment?

The fact that this rural beast would immediately start eyeing the white woman confirmed the need for a Mann Act. How unspeakable was the thought of Kong and a white woman?

At any rate, I think the intent of the film was to instill fear in the heart of the White Man without having to spell everything out.

I'm sure the audience got it. In those days, they didn't miss a thing.

--Trebuchet_, here, reading into Kong.


It's human nature to latch onto superficial similarities like race when we're looking for points of comparison. For example, it's not hard to find plenty of comparisons between Denzel Washington and Sidney Poitier, but you'll have to look a lot harder to find comparisons between Denzel Washington and Henry Fonda, even though one could argue as strongly for those. If you're looking for someone to compare Donavan McNabb to, probably the first swift-footed-QB-who-never-won-the-big-one you'll think of is someone like Randall Cunningham, not Fran Tarkenton. If some great young black poetess comes along, expect comparisons to Maya Angelou, even if her poetry sounds more like Sylvia Plath -- or T.S. Eliot, for that matter. The tendency with Bird is just more of the same.

For the record, Bird wasn't terribly slow. It's true that he couldn't jump well, but he moved fluidly and had a terrific first step.

…the columnist is right to shoot down the cherished myth that Bird was an under-talented guy who beat the best through hard work and grit. Bird was 6'9", rugged, and had long arms and gigantic hands. That, alone, was a set of physical blessings that gave him an edge on much of the NBA. He was taller than almost all the other forwards of his era, and faster than almost all the centers. That's not to dismiss the mental skills that he surely worked hard to develop, but it was that build that let him make fairly repeatable flat-footed shots over his opponents' heads, helping him to develop his legendary shooting touch -- try that at 6'4", and you're going to be eating the ball all day. He still deserve much credit, but I'd say he was as physically gifted, in his own way, as Michael Jordan or Magic Johnson, for example…

--Arkady, here, joining Josh Levin in speculating why every white hoopster is invariably compared to Larry Legend.


As a former software developer of gaming engines and associated tools I become very dismayed with the direction of the video game industry around 2001. That's when we went from a very hungry and eager crowd of zany optimists to a bunch of yuppie copy cat publishers. In previous years we truly believed that anything was achievable with regards to story line interplay and programming technology. We never afraid of trying something new if we felt it would enhance the game and in turn the gameplay.

Now unfortunately, we a mired by the after effects of "Hollywoodism" where one good story deserves any good clone of it. The producers of yesteryear were of a different breed of entrepreneur, they were gamers as well as technologists; avid fanatics of video game entertainment and the joy of the experience. We were able to produce stories and games that worked because we did what these new studio execs do not very well. We listened to the audience and used their suggestions and ideas. Then we milled them into code and art. It sounds like a simple formula, however it is not as easy as cloning your competitions first person shooter gameplay or artwork.

The gaming industry needs to involve the community of gamers and volunteer testers (now you don't see them around anymore do you? in order to emerge from the current doldrums of copy cat technology. What you are seeing in video games today is exactly what happened to American auto industry and film making; they cloned each other until they nearly became extinct.

--veteran gaming developer EngineCreator, here, lamenting changes to the industry.

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--skitch-, here, subverting…or doing something…to the dominant paradigm in the Fray

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Thursday, December 15, 2005

That's an Overstatement: Sean Wilentz is flattered by the review of his new book in Slate, The Rise of American Democracy: Jefferson to Lincoln— a work Fred Siegel calls "impressive" but the historian takes issue with Siegel's interpretation of an article Wilentz penned in the New York Times Magazine on the parallels between today's Republican Party and the Whig Party of old:

I was delighted to read the review of The Rise of American Democracy: Jefferson to Lincoln by Fred Siegel, a historian I greatly admire. Yet I'm afraid that he has misapprehended my book as a brief on behalf of the modern Democratic Party. He bases his misreading not on the book itself but on an article I wrote for the New York Times Magazine, which pointed out some of the similarities between the forgotten Whig Party and today's Republican Party. Siegel says that the article flatly equates the Whigs and the Bush Republicans, and that this somehow betrays an esoteric polemical agenda behind my book. Actually, the article stated that "there are significant differences between the Whigs and today's conservatives." I pointed out some important points of similarity between the past or the present, but did not, as Siegel surmises, construct "a tidy lineage" or "suggest there are historical plumb lines" that place all virtue on the side of one political party. Nor does my book claim, even cryptically, that only good things were contained in the Jacksonian Democratic Party, and only bad things were Whig.

Siegel raises an interesting historical point. The Whig Party, he argues, was "the center of opposition to both slavery and the Mexican War," while the Jacksonians were a party "of strong slaveholding interests." But this is simplified and misleading. Until the 1850s, the Whigs included most of the wealthiest southern slaveholders and some of the nation's most outspoken pro-slavery ideologues (many of whom also opposed the Mexican War, as did the fractious John C. Calhoun, for pro-slavery reasons). Pro-war but anti-slavery northern Democrats led the fight to keep slavery out of all territories acquired from Mexico. Thereafter, the bulk of the support for the antislavery Free Soil Party in 1848 came from alienated Democrats.

My book argues, in some detail, that the national mainstream of both parties were dedicated to keeping the slavery issue out of national politics. This proved impossible in the 1850s, leading to the Whigs' demise and, by 1860, to the Democrats' division into two sectional political parties. Easier versions of history, pitting Whig "good guys" against Jacksonian "bad guys" on slavery, caricature the historical evidence.

Fraygrants can celebrate or censure Wilentz's esoterica in the Fray hereKA9:15 a.m.

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Saturday, December 10, 2005

Fraywatch thanks all those readers who continue to brave the technical hazards that are making it so difficult to navigate and post to the Fray in recent weeks. In the meantime, fraygrants pull no punches in going toe-to-toe with Slate's political contributors … and the Black Eyed Peas.

A sample of the week's best:

…Such conservatives have never accepted the truly revolutionary idea of the American Revolution: that the government is merely the guarantor of rights. They persist in believing that the government is instead the giver of rights, which explains a great deal about the circles in which they twist themselves to accord the codpieced Commander-in-Chief the right to abrogate any individual right or liberty in pursuit of some ill-defined, collectivist Utopia. This isn't simply a matter of competing legalisms, either. It's a fundamental philosophical departure from the foundations of republican government (and this is part of the reason that contemporary conservatives are so hopped-up on talk of "democracy"). They do believe in majority tyranny. The conservative intellectual position is that electoral victories alone give governments the right to alter the entire framework of the social compact—hardly, finally, conservative.

Funny. The more I hear conservatarians harping on our past Cold War victory and future victory against some word or other, the more I think of the old truth: capta ferum victorem cepit.

IOZ, here, taking on the prevailing wave of majoritarianism

…tell me Jacob, are you press professionals going to tell us just which one of the nearly countless and blatant assaults against truth, integrity, and the fundamental principle that once made this nation great finally broke your collective credulity back?

…We have known this … for many years now and most people are also pretty much aware of this now in the real world. So why are you people still playing coy when it comes to the dropping the other shoe while finally daring to call propaganda and scummy unethical behavior what it has obviously been all along?

Never mind, it no longer matters. Back when it might have made a difference in such things as - say - elections, when a daring free press filled with professional ethics and the courage of their convictions might have made a significant difference to the future of this nation, it would have been nice to have heard something even as significant as a whisper from you people. But now we are stuck with three more years of this madness. Gee thanks guys…

—Hauteur, here, telling Jacob Weisberg that the train has left the station


Witold Rybczynski … rightly lauds Maya Lin's Vietnam War Memorial ("The Wall"), yet even in spite of his superlatives it feels like faint praise. There are all other memorials, and there is this one. No other memorial reveals such powerful epiphanies: none feels so much like a punch in the heart as this one.

It's worth remembering how much anger this memorial generated when it was dedicated. The Vietnam vets association protested that it was not ennobling, and so a supplementary "feel good" memorial had to be developed, showing a politically correct trio of Vietnam-era American soldiers (white officer with sidearm, black soldier with M-16, racially indeterminate soldier carrying an M-60) staring off into space in much the same way you see the Korean War memorial soldiers doing—and to as little effect (the Korean War memorial looks as if the designers were keen to travesty Henry Moore). This little fragment of a squad seems to have it in mind to try a flanking maneuver on The Wall itself. Yet the power of Maya Lin's inspiration won't allow that: the Wall remains impervious to bathos. Not since Simonides wrote his immortal epitaph for the 300 Spartans has there been such a multi-tiered memorial to soldiers who died in a war. Like the epitaph, the power of the wall is the power of a simple truth echoing on forever in the hearts and minds of the people who confront that truth. Next to The Wall, all other memorials, even the good ones, seem somehow stunted, lacking both gravity and imagination.

rob_said_that, here, on the weight of the Vietnam Memorial


…I interpret the "Badness" of the song as intentional. While Hsu never really defined what he thought was so awful about the song as to put it in a singular category, I assume that it was not the music, since the melody and complexity of rhythms really does not distinguish it from most of the rest of the music being pedaled today. Catch, yes. Derivative, maybe. Awful? Hardly.

But then the lyrics. Yes. Those humps. Those lumps. Those lovely little lumps. Lady lumps. B E Peas has reduced the feminine to the lowest common denominator - those things that stick out.

But are they serious? Is this a pean to protuberance? Maybe not. Maybe this is more of a sideway commentary than a direct on appeal to the bottom line, so to speak.

After all, who is the one being suckered in this song? Who's doing the spending?

…And what is he getting?

…This is certainly not the best song on the Monkey Business album and MB is arguably not their best album. I suspect that the popularity of the song comes mostly from the immature set taking the song at face value and being entranced by Fergie's over the top sexy vocals. Be that as it may, I would not judge "My Humps" as misogynistic and awful anymore that I would characterize "Puff the Magic Dragon" as a child's song about magical dragons.....

Trebuchet_, here, pleading irony on behalf of the Black Eyed Peas.


I remember the cancellation of the Apache at Sikorsky a year and a half ago, Joe stood outside the plant in Stratford Connecticut, and decried the cancellation, commiserated with the workers, sat shiva for the manufacturing subcontractors, and then whisked off to Washington DC...

Shays had his own press conference there, but it was sloppy seconds.

Rowland, one of his last acts, was to go to Washington to persuade the Pentagon, that this contract should continue..

Now Dodd, on the other hand, had a quiet conversation with the Canadian government, BF Goodrich about a helicopter contract for the Canadian military, and a joint venture contract for recon equipment for Poland, thru Goodrich, Chelmsford, Mass.

That's a senator; that's a statesman; Lieberman did his "woe is me" schtick and went back to Washington…

pace, here, on Joltin' Joe Lieberman


…How valuable is a Health Savings Account for someone not working? No income, so no money set aside. No job, so no healthcare insurance. The Flex Account is a nice dream for them. Less than 60% of all companies have company sponsored healthcare plans which is down from 67% since 2001. ~40 million people are without insurance either permanently or at some time or another (by the way there is a waiting period before insurance kicks in). ~2 million more of the population has joined the ranks of the non-working regardless of the 4.5 million jobs Bush has claimed to have created (remember Participation Rate plus Unemployment Ratio work in conjunction).

The president's Medicare Prescription Drug plan is a boondoogle of eminent proportions; however, it is one of the first plans to recognize what many people have failed to recognize . . . private industry, the medical industry, and drug companies ain't doing shit to help people. The funny part about this is we keep wandering down that yellow brick road into the "field of poppies" expecting private industry to supply a solution as we are drugged and lulled off to sleep. The solution is not coming from private industry as the cost is to steep for them and they are competing against countries that have no healthcare (or country supplied) besides lacking other benefits…

run75441, here, with a begrudging acknowledgment of flex accounts.


I cannot believe Bruce Reed just wrote "Just when you thought the nation's political debate couldn't get any shallower," about someone's political arguments other than his own.

Um, no, Bruce, arguing about the appropriate separation of church and state hasn't made the debate over the court any shallower. To do that, the rest of the world would have to get under the amazingly low bar you have set for us, with such gems as, John Roberts' father's supposed advice that 'real men study law' tell us about John Roberts, and what would it tell us if John Roberts had said it himself or What does a tongue in cheek letter to the editor that Robert wrote while in high school tell us about his committment to the right to privacy?

Good luck getting shallower than What does a contemporary fictional novel about a prep school that John Roberts did not go to tell us about Roberts' qualifications for the Supreme Court, pal.

J_Mann, here, continuing his assault on Slate political blogger Bruce Reed


…all of this is designed to destroy respect for the little Baby Jesus, the savior of the fuckin' world for Christ's sakes, and why is this? You Jews murdered the fucker the first time he was here, isn't that enough? Now you have to pretend he was never real, or persecute Christians for having the gall to demand that the Holiday be called what it fuckin' is, CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!


Boy, when Christ gets back, he is gonna be steamed. The Colonel can just see the looks on your liberal faces when the Prince of Peace plaintively asks, "Why hath ye denied my birth, when I Loved thou so much?" You assholes have broken Christ's heart, and he's gonna send you all straight to hell for such temerity. Then we'll see who has the BEST holiday …to quote a classic Christmas film, "I double dog dare you": Wish me "Happy Holidays" and see if you can gum your matzoh ball soup through a broken fuckin' jaw…

Col-BullKurtz, here, getting into the holiday spirit.


…Like any great piece of literature that stands the test of time there are many nuances and subtleties to it. For children these books are a world of giants, talking animals, and magic. For adults there are the moral issues that arise in it as well as the Christian allegories in it. This gives readers of all age's things to enjoy and think about. I do not believe that Lewis wrote these books to proselytize, see the Scewtape letters and others for that. As a man of faith his religious beliefs did affect his work as they would anybody regardless if that person is a Buddhist, Muslim, Agnostic, or Christian. This should not be a surprise to anyone as one's religious faith, or lack there of, should and does permeate all aspects of our lives.

My liberal friends should take a step back and not worry about the "proselytizing" aspects of the movie and books and just let the kids enjoy a magical world that has finally been brought to life. My conservative Christian friends should not try to use this as a way to convert others, let them enjoy the movie and draw their own conclusions…

Captain_Hair, here, offering an ecumenical take on what promises to be an insufferable cultural debate.


…I think it's reasonable to suppose that Lewis knew Turkish Delight was not the world's greatest candy. In fact, that is likely why he chose to use it. Edmund, at the stage when he requests Turkish Delight, is a very conventional and very mean-spirited little boy. Lewis often used poor taste in food as a stand-in for poor character. For example, in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Eustace Clarence Scrubb is another unpleasant child, who demands "Plumptree's Vitaminised Nerve Food" instead of delicious spiced wine. Eustace was a product of his parents, who Lewis disapprovingly reports were "vegetarians, non-smokers and teetotalers and wore a special kind of underclothes" -- in other words, lacking the taste to celebrate the gifts of good food and drink. In short, Lewis saw a love of good things, like food, as healthy, and a rejection of good things in favour of bad things (sometimes in the name of health or progress) as a twisting of the meaning of health and normalcy. Bad taste in food, for Lewis, is a symbol of being morally or imaginatively stunted. It shows a lack of discernment, which (without getting overly religious) can be symbolic of a lack of spiritual or moral discernment. Similar metaphors are used repeatedly in Biblical settings, the inability to sense (see, hear, smell, touch, or taste) standing in for the inability to understand the truth of God, prophecy, and redemption.

A positive part of being a child -- and certainly children fare much better than adults in Narnia -- was being uncorrupted by what you "ought" to like or what was "practical" and instead understanding naturally which things were good. When Edmund demands Turkish Delight as his candy, it highlights the fact that he does not at this time possess the rudimentary facility to know that Turkish Delight is lousy candy compared to something like chocolate. His poor choice of candy is a symbol of his mean and, in a bad sense, very "ordinary" nature (quite unsuited to Narnia), which leads to his worse choice of siding with evil…

HLS, here, on the magical symbolism of Turkish Delight in Narnia. Please read the post in its entirety to get the full flavor


so, david, it's not a gay love story because it does not conform to stereotypical perceptions of what is gay?

the premise here seems to be that homosexuality and "gay" are different. frankly, i'd like to be kept abreast of such shifts in semantics. like many, i was under the apparently mistaken impression that "gay" was a term describing either a state of happiness or a homosexual male. i did not realize it meant only uncloseted, effeminate homosexual males. preferably flaming ones.

what do we have then, a homosexual love story, but not a gay one? because gays cannot be masculine? or sleep with women? or be awkward with each other? is there not enough tight leather?

it seems that our author is almost disappointed in the lack of stereotypes. two men who find they prefer each other, sexually. they don't find it unnaturally, but still struggle with it. they have an emotional, as well as sexual connection. they are portrayed as masculine figures, while still making their sexual preference obvious. and for this, we are told, it is not a "gay" story.

now, i'll qualify this with mentioning i've not seen the film. but if this article's author is accurate in his description, then i am baffled by his conclusion. what would qualify as a "gay" love story? does it need to be set in san francisco and have the village people on the soundtrack? why bemoan a refusal to propagate stereotypes? isn't this akin to saying a film is not a black love story because it isn't set in the inner city and no gangs are in the film?

twiffertheGnu, here, calling out David Leavitt

On the matter of whether Brokeback Mountain is a gay film, Fraywatch wonders why David Leavitt gets to define the gay aesthetic orthodoxy. When did the faggotocracy put him in charge of the curriculum committee? Because he grew up as a gay man on "movies like Nighthawks and Taxi zum Klo, in which sexual profligacy is at once celebrated as a form of liberation and mourned as a pallid substitute for meaningful connection," whereas I grew up on The Smiths and Amy Heckerling?  

Leavitt, never a master of understatement, fails to recognize that just because a narrative doesn't "cry gay" doesn't mean that it isn't. Navigating the world without a fixed identity, being protean drifters—as Jack and Ennis are—are as central to gayness as bad European queer cinema or turning tricks in Juarez back alleys. 

Leavitt's Family Dancing was a formative collection in my life, and I'll forever be grateful to gay voices like Leavitt's; their generation did a lot of the heavy lifting and a whole lot of dying. Fraywatch grants them a lot—but not the authority to delineate what constitutes a gay narrative … KA11:50 a.m. PST

Kevin Arnovitz is the author of Clipperblog and a contributor to NPR, Out, and the New Republic.

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