Jam in Bereavement

I liked Michelangelo because the obsessive and extreme torsion of his figures was so obviously derived from that of Jack Kirby.

Geoff Dyer, Comics in a Man’s Life

  • Somebody’s Home
  • Typica Romana
  • From a Tuscan Town
  • Columnated Ruin Dominoed
  • Upright #2
  • Country Living (Rather Boring)
  • He Stoops to Concur
  • Can we ride this little tripsmobile?
  • Historic Isola
  • Good morning and angels
  • Samsung and Delilah?
  • A Really Futile and Stupid Gesture
  • Jam on the morning walk
  • Pregnant Sky at Rome
  • Fire on the Fountain
  • Such a Perfect Day
  • It’s a Happy Jam
  • Vote for Me
  • At the park
  • Log sweet log
  • Urban Gardener
  • I like you
  • Genoa Docks
  • Charming blight of Genoa
  • Sky Above Genoa Port
  • Daniela in the meadow
  • I Still Want My Pink Panther Cake
  • At Home on the Tram
  • A Nice Rock in the Park
  • Spazzes at Spania
  • Pretty Enough Spot in Italy
  • What Went Wrang?
  • Bad business - way in
  • Looking up from my beer
  • Three Wannabe Umbrelli
  • Not oppression
  • Courtyard at RAI
  • She Klazy
  • Purple Rain
  • Western Civ
  • You Gotta Have Heart
  • Turquoise Sky after Rain
  • Rainbow with Jam
  • Jam! No swim!
  • Who’d Good?
  • Villa Pamphili
  • Cute bum
  • Coffee talk
  • Why a Duck Mosaic
  • Achieving desultory toilet
  • Modern Madonna and children
  • Trumpton on the Tiber
  • She wanted Europe
  • Who’s the Jam?
  • The Civilized Dog
  • so pleased to speak with you
  • Jam in Bereavement
  • Ah, Venice
  • Reflections on the Accademia vaporetti stop
  • Bark
  • Maddie Goes Feral
  • Jacket and train
  • Goody Music
  • On the #8 tram
  • The Jam at Rome
  • Pantheon pidgeons
  • Pantheon with square canvas umbrelli
  • Roman view
  • Glasgwegian Backpackers at the Colosseum
  • Forum Straight Through
  • Hebrew Graffiti on the Arch of Titus
  • Me at 18 at Piazza Venezia
  • The Tedium of Group Travel

Italy

Ah, bella Italia, one of a small handful of countries in which I’ve lived, and the one that came most from my own volition.

Italian is one of three languages I’ve started to learn and failed, the other two being French, a requirement at school in Israel; and Arabic, the choice I spurned for French but later enthused over at university.

Yet you can see from the relative paucity of entries here that it has not stayed foremost in mind. We can only be so many things, and I am no Italian.

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italy

Ah, bella Italia, one of a small handful of countries in which I’ve lived, and the one that came most from my own volition.

Italian is one of three languages I’ve started to learn and failed, the other two being French, a requirement at school in Israel; and Arabic, the choice I spurned for French but later enthused over at university.

Yet you can see from the relative paucity of entries here that it has not stayed foremost in mind. We can only be so many things, and I am no Italian.

The Trail

Friday, June 16th, 2023

Friday, March 10th, 2023

In Rome, Netanyahu speaks to La Repubblica. “What we can do is protect our freedoms,” he says, “using force if necessary, for as long as possible…” This is the second time in recent weeks I’ve heard the great man introduce this concept of existence as temporary. Not that it’s not true, but it’s unusual to hear a national leader speak that way. Intimations perhaps of his own mortality. Anyway, I love that he is coming with a vivid clear ask: Roma, recognize Yerushalayim.

Sunday, October 2nd, 2022

The Arc of a Covenant: The United States, Israel, and the Fate of the Jewish People

Walter Russell Mead

Mearsheimer and Walt ⁠— three words that do not appear once in this 1045-page book but are clearly its raison d’etre. John Mearsheimer is Professor of Political Science at the University of Chicago; Stephen Walt is Professor of International Relations at Harvard Kennedy School; together they are the respectable face of American anti-Semitism, sufficiently reputable that Walter Russell Mead seems unwilling to criticize them by name, sufficiently retrograde however that their book The Israel Lobby and U.S. Foreign Policy infuriated our southern-born dean of foreign relations to work on this book for a dozen years or so.

The Wikipedia article on the Lobby book illustrates Mead’s Southern Gentleman approach; whereas Israeli historian Benny Morris says “their work is riddled with shoddiness and defiled by mendacity,” Mead applauds the authors for “admirably and courageously” initiating a conversation on a difficult subject, but more in sorrow than in anger laments that while their intentions are surely strictly honorable, they commit “easily avoidable lapses in judgment and expression.”

Making multiple approaches from multiple angles, Mead demolishes their central notion, giving it the withering moniker of Vulcanist thinking. (Actually I take issue a little with this label, because since the book is so long I forgot the elegant historical anecdote that originates it ⁠— a theory of astronomy that attempted to explain celestial workings by means of an undetected planet that doesn’t actually exist. Instead I mentally defaulted to popular culture, where Star Trek’s Vulcan is a stand-in for excessive logic ⁠— a characterization quite antithetical to his notion of Vulcanist thinking. This is a shame because the term therefore probably won’t catch on, which it could have perhaps as a shorthand for tendentious yet respectable and therefore ultimately even more ridiculous thinking.)

Especially enriching are his fleshing out of the geopolitical maneouverings among the US, Britain and Russia at the time of Israel’s founding. Important here for Mead’s thesis is that the legend of Truman’s Jewish friend from back in Missouri inveighing on the flummoxed President to recognize Israel be relegated to Queen Esther-echoing myth. For it is WRM’s contention in his chapter “Cyrus Agonistes” that American support for Israel is endemic to the United States, rather than due to the influence of the American Jewish lobby qua Walt and Mearsheimer. Moreover this support comes despite American Jews, whose leaders have for most of Israel’s history been actively working against a Jewish state, their energies only turning once America as a whole pursued full-throated support for Israel after it became the Middle East’s unambiguous Six Day War strong horse.

It’s also a helpful historical insight that WRM groups 19th century American support for Jewish return to Israel with support for the birth of the Italian and Greek nationstates:

In the ancient world, as Americans saw it, the Greeks, Romans, and Hebrews had been much like Americans of the nineteenth century. They were mostly agrarian people, nations of family-owned farms. They had free institutions and their societies were grounded in virtue. But corruption, urbanization, and monarchy had wreaked their ugly work; in time, all three of the ancient peoples fell from their virtue and freedom into slavery, superstition, and oppression.

As the nineteenth century progressed, and the Greek and Italian independence movements advanced, the possibility of a restored Jewish commonwealth also began to gleam on the horizon.

In fact the discussion of nationalism’s birth pangs from the empires of eastern Europe, the chapter entitled “Maelstrom”, is perhaps the richest part of the book.

As a columnist I have been irritated by what I perceive as WRM’s intellectual mealy-mouthedness. But as a full-throated podcast guest I realize this is merely his print persona, a tic I suppose similar to what he probably views as his Straussian icy politeness regarding Mearsheimer and Walt. That said, I took umbrage when in the book he referred to the Second Intifada, a wave of despicable terror attacks against Israel in the wake of the Oslo Agreements, using the BBC-like passive even-handed term: “violence flared”. I instantly recalled eyewitnessing the shellshock in the hours after the Dolphinarium suicide bombing that killed and maimed dozens of partying teenagers. I was only somewhat mollified later in the book when he mentioned this particular bombing by name, without mentioning that the victims were teenagers.

This is a book about America not Israel, and as well as constituting a scathing retort to Mearsheimer and Walt, is a continuation by other means of his 2001 book Special Providence that classifies the various streams of America’s foreign policy; in portraying America’s relationship with Israel, Arc explicates the fullest expression of the Jacksonian stream, a Meadian classification that, unlike Vulcanism, does seem to be sticking.

Thursday, October 14th, 2021

Friday, May 28th, 2021

Friday, October 9th, 2020

Italians are used to cheap coffee (Perfect Daily Grind), which stays cheap because the beans are low-quality so profit margins are high. Can they change? Should they? It does seem like everyone benefits from the current ways.

Thursday, April 26th, 2018

I liked Michelangelo because the obsessive and extreme torsion of his figures was so obviously derived from that of Jack Kirby.

Geoff Dyer, Comics in a Man’s Life

Friday, March 30th, 2018

Tuesday, February 27th, 2018

Sunday, June 25th, 2017

Thursday, July 12th, 2012

Monday, August 2nd, 2010

Thursday, March 10th, 2005

Being in Italy is—sadly for my high-falutin’ ambitions ⁠— mostly just a nuisance.

Me