Tony Judt, Ill Fares the Land

It's the second book by Tony Judt I've read and for the second time, I'm disappointed.  I need to either grow into his writing, or not try it again.

Ill fares the land - what a magnificent title!  We all know that the land, understood here as our global village, does not fare well.  I bet each of us could offer a recipe for improvement, and some of them would even be worth hearing.  Frankly, I expected an intelligent rant.  I got a history of political doctrines.  Ouch.

Funny thing, I dismissed the whole book as boring and useless and yet I noted down a few quotes which I judged too wise to forget.  I agree with many of Judt's sentiments.  I wholeheartedly agree that we should bring ethical standards back from the attic and give them a thorough dusting.  I'm all for the idea that we should re-think our definition of 'worth' and stop translating 'value' to 'money'.  I agree with so much of this book on ordinary, human level!

Unfortunately, sentiments are overshadowed by political theory.

I guess there are people who enjoy discussing -isms.  People who believe that an existing system can be an answer to the land's illness.  In Judt's case, it is social democracy that is supposed to cure the malaise.  It could be worse, I guess.  Still, when I read a book, I don't like to feel as if I were attending a pre-election publicity meeting.  Whoever the candidates are.

How about this - let's wave a magic wand and remove predatory instinct from the soul of homo sapiens.  Can't be done?  Then the land will keep on faring ill, whatever -ism you apply as a medicine.

Tony Judt, The Memory Chalet

The Memory Chalet is a tricky piece for a reviewer.  See, it was written by a dying man.  Worse than that, the man in question was immobile, paralysed almost completely by one of those neurological disorders that make you gradually lose control over your muscles before they kill you.  Now how can a reviewer write something unkind about a book written in so dreary circumstances?  How indeed?

Frankly, I think it's a cheap trick.  Not Judt's - in the very first sentence he claims the essays were never meant for publication.  Without pointing a finger, let me just say that making money off a dying man's suffering is ugly and I can't help feeling slight disgust when I read all those raving reviews (focused, it goes without saying, more on the author's condition than on merits of his writing).

Call me outrageous if you will, but I think The Memory Chalet is nothing remarkable.

The book itself it tiny, 250 pages of thinly scattered text (spaces between the lines are actually larger than the font and don't even get me started on margins), perhaps two hours of focused reading.  It is mostly a memoir, with elements of commentary on contemporary world, and it is decently written with a really brilliant sentence inserted here and there.  Intensely personal, I bet it is a treasure for Judt's family, friends and admirers.  As to the rest of the world...  well...

I have not come across Tony Judt before.  From what I gather he was a historian and a humanist, apparently a good one.  I imagine The Memory Chalet would mean more to me if I ever read any of his history books, if I managed to form any personal (even if indirect) relationship with the author.  Because for the value of the stories themselves, it is not particularly life-changing.  Riding a bus is a common enough experience, no need to go frantic about it.  I can see why Judt could remember it with nostalgia, but why on Earth would his readers care?

It gets better towards the end, with the essays turning more philosophical than personal, touching on a wide range of subjects, from education through pop culture to multiculturalism.  Judt was opinionated - something I really like - but there simply wasn't enough space in the slim volume for his opinions to shine.

Not an unpleasant book, overall, but I can't see any reason to rave, no matter where I look.