This is Orson Welles's masterpiece, a virtuoso performance of sound and video editing that co-opts the documentary but is not one. It is the rare postmodern text that's laugh out loud funny, steeped in the relativism of the post war period but not held hostage by it. He appears as himself, sheared of doubts and humanity, in full possession and knowledge of his genius, but he is not the subject (excuse my language) of the film. It's a "film about trickery, fraud and lies," and about two great exponents of those arts, Elmyr de Hory and Clifford Irving. The film is not much watched by people from any generation, met with cold critical reception on release, how can it be Welles's masterpiece? But it is, and is neglected due to its translation from the dross and palaver of our late capitalist society in which relativism extends mainly to the comparison of ledgers, a number of hard, unpleasant truths about meaning, about value, and about our modern oracles, the experts. Or as Welles says of art (or anything): "How is it valued? The value depends on opinion. Opinion depends on the expert. A faker like Elmyr makes fools of the experts, so who's the expert? Who's the faker?"
The ferret goes in your pants. Your pants are cinched to prevent its escape. Then you stand there while a scared rodent scratches, bites, and generally freaks the fuck out in the vicinity of your manly-bits. He who endures the longest wins. There you have the “sport” of ferret-legging, a Yorkshire coalminer practice now revived at the Richmond, VA Celtic Festival. While I cannot speak for the rest of the Plasma Pool team, I have not personally experienced the joy of ferret legging – nor do I have any desire to do so in the future. But what should be Liked about this particular Stuff is not corporeal, but rather its statement about the competitive nature of man such that he would trap a ferret in his pants for over five hours for no reward but the knowledge that he did what no other man could do. There exists in each of us a compulsion to strive for greatness, and in the course of this pursuit we are capable of unimaginable sacrifice in the name of achievement. Today humanity faces new and difficult challenges, but what drives these semi-sane “athletes” is the same that drives those in more noble fields to cure diseases, create art, and improve humanity in countless other ways. So, thank you ferret-leggers. Just keep that animal away from my junk. -- Donny Bridges
Without getting into any kind of commentary about the trial itself or its place in pop culture memory, this video of the OJ Simpson verdict is stunning. Pay attention to 1:24, 2:10, 3:30, 3:59. The camera pans over a near-complete spectrum of emotions, almost oblivious to the murmur of the verdict while the faces hang on to every word. The calm voice at the end advises to "expect the worst." For me, the bizarre essence of the clip is that some idea of "justice" is located somewhere in the physical and conceptual space between the rows of silent faces and the implied source of the unseen voices. The mass of bodies tenses and contorts as an articulation of the disembodied speech of the justice system. I am reluctant to give a reading of all this beyond this cursory description, but one final thing to consider is that our detached gaze is nearly embedded in the perspective of the invisible jury, who sits at the center of the verdict. -- Scott Coomes
Nov 29, 2008 0
Two of the following three legal actions were actually taken in the recent past; the third occurs in William Gaddis’s masterful 1994 satire of the American legal system, A Frolic of His Own.
1. A Pennsylvanian filed a lawsuit against Satan.
2. A Californian filed an amicus brief on behalf of God.
3. A Nebraskan filed a lawsuit against God.
Which is the fiction?
Nov 26, 2008 0
Lest we dismiss the effects of dogged right-wing psychosis on the issue of climate change as innocuous, now come reports that The Politico reporter Erika Lovley, instead of researching her stories dealing with climate change, has been parroting long discredited right-wing talking points lifted from Congressional Republicans’ press releases. Lovley’s negligence here has nothing to do with her climate-change expertise or lack thereof, though some expertise couldn’t have hurt. Her negligence, like that of so many others in the media and certain wings of the social sciences, consists in never having been persistently trained in the art of rigorous thinking.
Nov 25, 2008 0
In December 1833, while hard at work on his history of the Ukraine, Nikolai Gogol wrote to his friend M.P. Pogodin: “My history of Little Russia is extremely unrestrained, and how should it be otherwise? I am criticized…that it is unhistorically fiery and vivid; but what sort of history is it if it is boring?” V.S. Naipaul’s illuminations of nonwestern darkness may be too vivid for some, but they are anything but boring. Naipaul’s intricate light is blistering, but it is also indiscriminate—the nonwestern, the west, and Naipaul himself are all left scorched.
Nov 25, 2008 0
Sarah Palin is a succubus for American liberals. We could deal with a pro-life, pro-oil, pro-war, pro-God wack-stupid Governor when he was from a rich political dynasty, but when it’s a she and she comes from Middle-earth and is insatiably proud of her own faults, she’s like the no-bullshit dream girl of our Woody Allen fantasies. Everyone compares her to Tina Fey; the better comparison is to Diane Keaton. Palin is turning the middle American dumbasserazzi on to the hotly nerdish girl, thirty years later; and, in the process, she’s getting liberal America wet and hard.
Nov 24, 2008 0
My dad and I talk exactly the same way about two very different things.
