His writing is what I would call "luscious with an edge". It's stylistic and mesmerizing but you know there is something dark lurking nearby. There is no relaxing with a Doctorow novel, even in the midst of the quiet, beautiful parts. He will grab you and hold you and take you to places unexpected and thrilling. He will force you by sheer wordsmithing to accompany him. He will make you stop and read over and over again the same brilliant, awesomely brilliant, passage.
He was, as everybody knows, quite a writer.
But, of everything I've read of his, one essay stands out from the rest. It is the piece he wrote in 2004 called "The Unfeeling President". It references George W. Bush but never mentions him by name. In it he says:
I fault this president for not knowing what death is. He does not suffer the death of our 21-year-olds who wanted to be what they could be. On the eve of D-Day in 1944 General Eisenhower prayed to God for the lives of the young soldiers he knew were going to die. He knew what death was. Even in a justifiable war, a war not of choice but of necessity, a war of survival, the cost was almost more than Eisenhower could bear.
But this president does not know what death is. He hasn't the mind for it. You see him joking with the press, peering under the table for the weapons of mass destruction he can't seem to find, you see him at rallies strutting up to the stage in shirt sleeves to the roar of the carefully screened crowd, smiling and waving, triumphal, a he-man.
He does not mourn. He doesn't understand why he should mourn. He is satisfied during the course of a speech written for him to look solemn for a moment and speak of the brave young Americans who made the ultimate sacrifice for their country
But you study him, you look into his eyes and know he dissembles an emotion which he does not feel in the depths of his being because he has no capacity for it. He does not feel a personal responsibility for the 1,000 dead young men and women who wanted to be what they could be.This was near the beginning of the Iraq war, when, as noted, the death toll was still around a thousand--less than a quarter of the final toll. When I read this essay, right around the time it was first published, I was new to fighting online for passionate causes. I was feeling emotionally battered, never before having experienced the kind of ruthless, hateful vitriol that comes of arguments where attackers can hide behind a safe cloak of anonymity.
I was against that war and I was at a loss: How could so many people back a war that had been built on lies, a war that had put America in a position where, for the first time, we had invaded a country that had done nothing to us, a war that was bankrupting us, both morally and monetarily?
And then I read Doctorow's assessment of George W. Bush and I knew when I woke up in the morning I would put on my battle gear (no nametags, of course) and go at it again. And again. and again.
It wasn't the first time he had managed to annoy the Republican establishment by outing the real George Bush. Earlier that year Peggy Noonan went after him in the Wall Street Journal after Doctorow railed against Bush and the Iraq war at his May commencement address to the graduates at Hofstra.
Fast Eddy Doctorow told a story at the commencement all right, and it is a story about the boorishness of the aging liberal. An old '60s radical who feels he is entitled to impose his views on this audience on this day because he's so gifted, so smart, so insightful, so very above the normal rules, agreements and traditions. And for this he will get to call himself besieged and heroic--a hero about whom stories are told!--when in fact all he did was guarantee positive personal press in the elite media, at the cost of the long suffering patience of normal people who wanted to move the tassel and throw the hat in the air.Okay, she's no Doctorow but the gal does have a way with words, right?
I'm only guessing, of course, but I'll bet E.L. Doctorow got a huge kick out of her piece. Probably even used it as a jumping-off point for another go at trying to stop that dishonest, unnecessary, murderous war. We know now that it couldn't be stopped. We didn't have the power. But writers like Doctorow used words to energize us and gave us reason to keep trying. We understood from them that in the right hands words can be formidable weapons.
Doctorow may no longer be with us but he left a legacy that can't be ignored. To some of us that's more than just comforting.
Rest in peace, Edgar Lawrence Doctorow. You are a true American.
(Cross-posted at Liberaland and Dagblog. Featured at Crooks and Liars MBRU)
I've been meaning to write something abut Doctorow, but it keeps getting away from me. Thanks for this. I didn't know anything about his explicit political writing. I love Noonan's response too. Because as we all know, people like Doctorow are brought in to give short, contentless speeches. Anyway, I was very sad when I heard Monday.ReplyDelete
I'll never forget reading that piece about the unfeeling president. I think the hair literally stood up on my head and I could barely finish it for the tears. I was surprised at how it affected me. I have a printout of it in my files and I've read it over and over. That's the kind of impact a great writer's words can have. I wish I had it, but I'm glad there are those in my lifetime who do.ReplyDelete
(Somehow, I've never had that reaction with Peggy Noonan. Go figure.)
Hi Ramona, started reading your blog recently and will continue to do so. I think it was a Friendly Atheist link.ReplyDelete
Yes, the empty eyes of the absence of empathy, left out of the recipe and moved by nothing. Seen on the surface as strength but to the intuitive, scary. One can never tell what they will do because they don't live in our world.
I liked your piece on William Zinsser, I will look up the book. I have 'taken notes' all my life but focused on my mixed media work, but I to at 60 now, have found writing is pushing in to demand more of my attention. I write what I have dubbed Philosophical prose to go with my drawings and they carry a Humanist sentiment. I like to see them as gentle nudges toward people being a little braver about Human truth. My favorite living Humanist Philosopher, A.C.Grayling and I get much delight and an occasional lift out of pessimism from his Humanist bible, The Good Book. 2011.
If you're really bored one day you can see my work here:
Thank you for fighting the good fight and please excuse my shameless self promotion.
Peter, thank you for your kind words and for your visits. And thanks so much for sharing the link to your website. I'm in awe of your talent, both in your artwork and your prose. The Pear in the Chair mural is beautiful and whimsical, but I would be hard pressed to choose any of your work I like best. It's all just wonderfulReplyDelete
But about the Doctorow piece: You said, "One can never tell what they will do because they don't live in our world." That is both terrifying and comforting--it tells me we needn't go on trying to understand them. Our goal is to make them irrelevant. That's enough.
I don't know the work of A.C. Grayling. I'll have to look him up, for sure. Thanks again for sharing your work.