Wed 3 Dec 2008
I’ve sort of made my peace with P. J. O’Rourke. In the past, I regarded him as excessively snarky and he’s certainly not in line with my politics, but he’s a clever writer and he was probably right and I was probably wrong about some stuff in the Eighties.
Thanks to Kevin Drum, I read O’Rourke’s new piece on the House of the Future at Disneyland, both the past and present versions. In many ways, it’s a meditation on our interest in looking forward to the future or back at the past. But then he writes this:
And here we are in 2008. Name an avant-garde painter. Nope, dead. Nope, dead. Yep, Julian Schnabel is what I came up with too. But it’s been a quarter of a century since he was pasting busted plates on canvas. He’s making movies now. And movies are famously not any good anymore. Name a great living composer. Say “Andrew Lloyd Webber” and I’ll force you to sit through Cats and Starlight Express back-to-back. Theater is revivals and revivals of revivals and stuff like musicals made out of old Kellogg’s Rice Krispies commercials, with Nathan Lane as “Snap.” More modern poetry is written than read. Modern architecture leaks and the builders left their plumb bobs at home. The most prominent contemporary art form is one that is completely unimaginative (or is supposed to be): the memoir.
He’s suggesting that the big problem with our ability to be futuristic is a failure of imagination. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! You want to talk about contemporary trends in the arts and you lead off with painting? So, painting isn’t teaming over with innovation and neither is classical music, theater, or poetry. Oh, my stars and garters! You don’t say! These new horseless carriages are frightfully noisy as well, don’t you think?
On top of which, it’s not even true. It reminds me of my little tirade about Joe Queenan’s thoughts on contemporary classical music. It sounds terribly arch and knowing, but it’s actually quite ignorant. There’s no original plays, just revivals? Not true. Not decent contemporary cinema? Not true. Screw Andrew Lloyd Weber, how about hip-hop or at least some decent rock ‘n’ roll?
Anyway, this sort of cranky wrong-headed contrarian backwards-looking whiny revisionist hey-you-kids-get-off-of-my-lawn cavillation just gets my goat.
So, knock it off.
Tags: future, House of the Future, Disneyland, P. J. O’Rourke

