Colin Coulter writes:
Heavy Words, Lightly Thrown
A reply to recent criticisms of 'Why Pamper Life’s Complexities? Essays on The Smiths'
Colin Coulter (Co-Editor)
A week or so on and the bile idly issued by the intellectual giants who stalk this otherwise fine website seems to have abated. For a while, at least. As good a time as any then to take stock and reflect on the insights offered by these stellar literary critics. The nest of obsessives who have taken against our new book on The Smiths seem to fall into two different camps.
First, we have those who seek to infer that they have read the book and are unimpressed by it. There is something rather less than convincing about such inferences, however. When the first, ever so thoughtful, reviews appeared on Morrissey Solo, the book had barely been published and, in fact, none of the contributors had even seen a copy. So what we are expected to believe is that our critics are so avid in their quest for knowledge that they snapped up the first copies of the book to hit the shelves, scuttled home, devoured all one hundred thousand plus words and paused for due reflection only to be left unconvinced by the quality of our scholarship. Sorry, but nobody is going to fall for that one. The individuals who have spent the last week sniping on this website are, doubtless, possessed of singular intellectual gifts. But the reality remains that there is simply no way that they would have had enough time to have read the book, digested its arguments and arrived at an informed judgment of it. The opinions excreted onto the pages of Morrissey Solo should, therefore, be seen as nothing more than expressions of the impotent and barely literate rage of their authors.
The people who fall into the second category have little more to recommend them than the lost souls who occupy the first. But they are at least completely honest about their own ignorance. These individuals are only too keen to declare that this is a book they have not read and have no intention of doing so in the future. They no nothing of the book’s contents but they have searched deep within their souls and can only reasonably conclude that it is a very bad book indeed. This celebration of ignorance has many echoes and brings to mind the prejudices of those Catholic bishops who sought to resist the rising popularity in 1930’s Ireland of African American music. These clerics were only too happy to admit that they had never heard a single note of jazz but nonetheless felt entirely entitled to denounce it as the work of the Devil himself. The same smug ignorance was, alas, only too apparent in the postings on this website in the last few days. Congratulations, lads, on keeping the flame of indolence and idiocy alive.
Those who chose over the last week or so to share with the rest of us the sound of fresh air whistling between their ears differ in terms of their candour. What conjoins these evil twins though is an utter moral and intellectual cowardice. While those who posted could have disclosed their identities and entered a genuine debate, they chose instead to skulk behind the skirts of their own anonymity. This choice is both spineless and depressingly predictable. It is hard not to be struck by the difference between the experience of meeting Smiths and Morrissey fans in the real world and the virtual one respectively. In the flesh, people who genuinely know and love the band and the man are invariably intelligent, funny and decent. If only this law held true when you go online. It is genuinely shocking for many people to discover that a vocal minority of those who inhabit Morrissey Solo consists of complete idiots. What is it about the Smiths and Himself that these vacants simply do not understand? Here is a band and a singer that, more than any other, instructed people in the virtues of intelligence, wit and sensitivity. Why then do so many who post on the site seem to bear no trace of these qualities at all? Do you care or even know anything about this great band or this great artist? Your postings suggest that you cannot possibly. So why don’t you take your cemented minds and stunted vocabularies and go and obsess about something more appropriate? Like Snow Patrol. Or Blink 182. Or maybe even Busted.
So where does all this leave us? All I would ask of people is to give the book a decent chance. Some people will inevitably read the book and find that it is not their cup of tea and that, of course, is fair enough. We can simply agree to differ. Other people will, hopefully, read the book and find that the essays tell them things they never knew, remind them of things they had long since forgotten, rekindle a sense of what made them fall in love with the band in the first place. That would make all the work that went into the collection even more worthwhile. If people are willing to give the book a fair hearing they might just get to like it. There are some really good pieces in there. If there is better essay on the Smiths than the one by Nabeel Zuberi, for instance, that closes the collection then I certainly haven’t encountered it. So, hopefully people will give the book a chance. There will inevitably be some who will have neither the spine nor the spirit to do so. Those who have spent the last week carping will doubtless prefer to retreat to the swaddle of their own spiteful onanism instead. And that is their entitlement. But we should never again allow these crashing bores to use the designation of ‘Smiths fan’ to describe themselves within our earshot.
We should perhaps leave the last word on this sorry and ultimately futile saga to one of the true intellectual greats of the last century. I hope that those who mither from the shadows of Morrissey Solo will find a reference to Theodor Adorno sufficiently high brow. I realise that these are people with an acutely developed sense of academic and aesthetic hierarchy. They are only wiling, it would appear, to listen to the views of people who reside in real universities of international repute. Doubtless they are themselves alumni of these esteemed seats of learning. Why, judging from the grace of their prose, I would not be surprised to learn that they hold positions of seniority in various of the great world universities. How these people manage to hold down professorships in Harvard and Yale, Oxford and Cambridge and still spend so much time online simply beggars belief. But, no matter. Back to Teddy Adorno. In this short quotation he is saying something characteristically withering about modern listening habits. But if you replace listening/listeners with reading/readers, the text works rather well for our purposes. It offers a sense of the kinds of people who, unable to control their own passages, choose to smear their waste over this otherwise brilliant website in the insistence that there can be only ever be one book on a certain matter. Enjoy.
‘…There is actually a neurotic mechanism of stupidity in listening, too; the arrogantly ignorant rejection of everything unfamiliar is its sure sign. Regressive listeners behave like children. Again and again and with stubborn malice, they demand the one dish they have once been served.’
(Theodor Adorno, 'On the Fetish Character in Music and the Regression of Listening', 1938
I just don't understand... (Score:2, Interesting)
At any rate, good luck with your book, sir.
Colin Nasseri
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I'm sure that the pending publication more than holds its own with most of the other takes on the subject out there. With the kerfuffle, Harry Hill springs to mind shouting 'fight, fight!!' http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_fv368faeg [youtube.com]
And also, Solomon standing in judgement over two marginised women and the precious baby - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_fv368faeg [youtube.com]
'Mither', it turns out, is a northern English word, meaning to moan and fuss. So far so good! ; )
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Perfect description! (Score:0)
- correct, sir. I've said it before and I'll say it again: there is an ignorant and mean-spirited section of So-Lowers whose kneejerk reaction is always to pre-judge and criticise, before the facts are even known (or the book has been read). Possibly they believe they are emulating their hero's waspish wit, but anyone with half a brain can tell that these are sad people with empty lives who seem to derive a pathetic sense of empowerment and achievement from attacking others.
Take it with a pinch of salt, though. Real fans with real brains will seek out your book in due course.
Well said (Score:0)
There's more to life than critics you know... (Score:1)
It sounds like a great read to me.
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Marketing? (Score:1)
really?) Without links to the offending comments I can only assume this post to be an advertisement. A cheap advertisement for a £60 product at that.
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Problems Lie In Anonymous Posting Being Allowed (Score:1)
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Don't rise to their bait Colin (Score:1, Insightful)
Needs revision (Score:0)
"Congratulations, lads" - is a sexist assumption that the nea sayers were definitely male, which given their "skirts" of anonymity is impossible for anybody to know for certain.
Get A Job. (Score:0)
All this post proves, once again, and taken in conjuction with the existence of the 'textbook' itself, is that people in 'higher education' have WAY too much time on their hands. Try working for a living.
"They are only wiling, it would appear..." (Score:0)
Reading through the posts you got all irate about I can see, more or less, someone bewailing the demise of Waterstones, someone criticising snooty, middle class, acedemic cliqueiness, some people showing interest in the book, some people criticising a perceived academic laboriousness, all rather mild criticisms by Morrissey-solo standards, and you react with a 2000+ word essay on why you are right and everyone else is an idiot! I didn't see any of the vicious, harsh, or evidently unintelligent attacks you seem to have noticed. I think you're a bit oversensitive myself. If you want to enter the public arena you should be prepaed for disagreement, otherwise you will spend hours of your time trying to justify yourself and end up looking even worse.
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This analogy is too funny. If the responses of Solo readers to your book remind you of the Catholic Church's denunciation of jazz, then you have clearly never been on the receiving end of institutional prejudice. Notice that for your analogy to work, the potential harm of the denunciation of your book by Solo's critics must be significantly similar to the potential harm of the denunciation of jazz culture by Catholic bishops. Your book, jazz. I don't think it would be unfair to call this a gross overestimation (intentional or not) of the value of your book. Oh, and the irony of ending your piece with a quote from Adorno, the most uncharitable (if not downright ignorant) "listeners" of jazz, is too sweet for words.
Despite the histrionics, your general point (albeit painfully obvious) is well taken: this site is populated by intolerant jerks.
Anyway, I look forward to reading the book (as should any other fan of the man).
P.S. Why no philosophers? There have to be some academic philosophers out there who grew up with The Smiths.
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But you may be feeling let down
By the words of defence
Far too intellectual for me. I wonder how many people elicited such a brilliant response? About 5 judging by the original thread. Maybe time could be better spent writing to the Liberal Democrats and their hypocrisy about the impending increase in tuition fees or something? Who know?
One imagines the endless and finite drafting and of the finished publication. Of the above letter. Way to go, and as for accusations of anonymous keyboard warriors I'm pretty certain that most users of this website (or any website) by the very nature of the internet, are anonymous? Unless usernames link us to a sub-conscious nether world of 1980s Student Unions where noone paid tuition fees and we all received full grants? Or am I missing the point?
I do hope Charlie reunites with Busted, however I think those days are numbered. And that Leona Lewis version of Run. It was our wedding dance.
We hate it when our friends become successful... (Score:1)
So Dickie, Goddard, Gatenby, Simpson, Bret etc and now you, get slated for writing books and tribute band singers get slated for not wearing the right spectacles, beads or something else not 100% authentic......
To quote The Cure......
Whatever you do...it's never enough....
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The Blairite approach (Score:0)
It is, frankly, über-pretentious. Maybe, just maybe, some people did read your book and found it bland, boring, pompous, sycophantic - or simply badly written.
Besides, you question the speed at which certain reviewers read. If you are a slow reader, then I'm sorry to hear that, but kindly refrain from taking it out on others. Certain reviewers, myself included, have tight deadlines to meet, and it is not infrequent for some of us to have to read several books a day.
Regards,
Dwayne Jones
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Mummy mummy .... (Score:0)
Hot air (Score:2, Insightful)
If the book is fresh and proffers new insight it will be read by many. Mind you a book that is good does not mean it will end up on the bestseller list. Johnny Rogan's 'The Severed Alliance' is regarded as a very fine biography of the individual members of The Smiths - but alas has probably only been read by a minority of Smiths/Morrissey fans; not the wider public.
Oh well, with any luck it should be added to the reading lists of that ever burgeoning market that is undergraduate 'meeja studies' throughout the British Isles. Even if that is the case, I doubt you will become a rich man over night, even after many sales.
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ludicrous. (Score:1, Interesting)
Let us take a glance at his own doubtless carefully crafted riposte.
"First, we have those who seek to infer that they have read the book and are unimpressed by it."
Erm, unfortunately he doesn't appear to understand the meaning of the word infer; I think the beleaguered 'academic' probably means 'imply.' Infer is something the observer does rather than something the writer does. For example, he may have inferred that certain so-slowists had read (or not read) the piece but the so-slowists would have to imply this in their comments as they cannot infer what they actually know to be thus! As the writer of a comment on this site, one cannot 'infer' that one has read the thing.
"When the first, ever so thoughtful, reviews appeared on Morrissey Solo, the book had barely been published and, in fact, none of the contributors had even seen a copy."
Inelegant, puerile and replete with commas.
"and paused for due reflection only to be left unconvinced by the quality of our scholarship."
Yet a comma is clearly required after the word reflection but is inexplicably excluded. Poetic license? Idiosyncratic writing style? Pedantic bore with rudimentary grasp of grammar and a spell checker, courtesy of our friends at Microsoft?
"informed judgment of it"
Sorry, I thought the Oxford spelling was judgement rather than the usually-legal term judgment. But of course the author is using an American English spell-checker. Not wrong, of course. It just wouldn't get you into the club, as they say.
"The opinions excreted onto the pages of Morrissey Solo should, therefore, be seen as nothing more than expressions of the impotent and barely literate rage of their authors."
This heady mix of pretentiousness and intellectual snobbery is somewhat inconsistent with the basic premise of his piece, which is that we have no right to exhibit condescension towards an intellectual tour de force originating in the classrooms of a former polytechnic. In the light of the above moderately literate rage, his own hypocrisy is elucidated; having lifted his puny intellectual sword and hung it with slight menace over this website, I would argue volenti non fit injuria.
What follows thereafter is pretty much de rigeur for the the petit bourgeois mini-academic: a reference to historical persecution (this shows mah edumacation/liberal credentials), a reference to pop culture (well, the kids love busted) and a few half-baked arguments from the bottom of the author's moth-eaten heart (God forbid I should ever end up in such a seat of learning surrounded by angry D-grade students all intent on breaking into TV presenting by getting a media studies degree, innit; one can only sympathise).
The truth is many of us on this website are ordinary people who do not hold professorships at Harvard or Yale (much like Morrissey, it has to be said). This is, of course, nothing to be ashamed of. Despite a lack of education, one still endeavours to avoid beginning sentences with a capitalized But and to use the ideal Oxford zed in capitalized.
I expressed no strong view on the thing in question, no strong view on the author's seat of 'learning' and indeed didn't post a solitary word on the matter. The issue was of little interest or importance and therefore I ignored it altogether.
However, the smug, pretentious and substandard rant above did irk and amuse me in equal measure. In and amongst the specious criticisms of those who use this website and dared to criticise the 'pamper' thing, the author sheds light upon his own compensatory narcissism, nauseating middle class snobbery and defensiveness about his own involvement in this project. True: it's not pleasant to be stung by public critic
This is brilliant, keep it up (Score:0)
But no, like Evander Holyfield and Bernard Hopkins the two pugilists just don't know when to call it a day.
CC (Peniston) vs the B (Boy) in a literati mash-up we salute you. It was nearly 20 years since that "Finally" tune. Choon. Please continue.
Maybe there's an idea for a book or perhaps a musical and a BBC 3 show somewhere in this argument. Oh no sorry BBC4 obviously
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