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| Did anyone else, just for a second, side with Steve Bannon? | Did anyone else, just for a second, side with Steve Bannon? |
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| There was a thrill to reading Bannon’s attack on Trump. But I had to remind myself that he is a bad guy too | There was a thrill to reading Bannon’s attack on Trump. But I had to remind myself that he is a bad guy too |
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| If the enemy of your enemy is your friend, watching the spectacle of Donald Trump and Steve Bannon trying to dismantle each other this week was a joyful but complicated experience. As details from Fire and Fury, Michael Wolff’s book, poured out, hearing Bannon describe Trump’s son as “treasonous” and daughter Ivanka as “dumb as a brick” was deeply satisfying. But it also triggered an uncomfortable response: some small surge of identification with the man. A ping of gratitude that took a second to squash, once I remembered who it was who was speaking. | If the enemy of your enemy is your friend, watching the spectacle of Donald Trump and Steve Bannon trying to dismantle each other this week was a joyful but complicated experience. As details from Fire and Fury, Michael Wolff’s book, poured out, hearing Bannon describe Trump’s son as “treasonous” and daughter Ivanka as “dumb as a brick” was deeply satisfying. But it also triggered an uncomfortable response: some small surge of identification with the man. A ping of gratitude that took a second to squash, once I remembered who it was who was speaking. |
| Bannon’s power is still real. He may have been fired from the White House and fallen foul of some of Trump’s supporters (Don Jr’s tweet on Wednesday drew attention to that barometer of national opinion, the comments section on Breitbart, with the observation, “When Bannon has lost Breitbart, he’s left with … umm, nothing”), but the nationalist project he spearheaded has hardly gone away, and what pleasure there might have been in watching him turn on his former master was undercut by a sense of the threat Bannon continues to pose. | Bannon’s power is still real. He may have been fired from the White House and fallen foul of some of Trump’s supporters (Don Jr’s tweet on Wednesday drew attention to that barometer of national opinion, the comments section on Breitbart, with the observation, “When Bannon has lost Breitbart, he’s left with … umm, nothing”), but the nationalist project he spearheaded has hardly gone away, and what pleasure there might have been in watching him turn on his former master was undercut by a sense of the threat Bannon continues to pose. |
| Still, his remarks had about them that shocking, Bulworth-quality of unsayable truth that Trump himself sometimes inadvertently strays into. One of the oddest things about this presidency has been the way in which it marries bald falsehood with bald truth – if one takes the president’s unfiltered brain guff to be a kind of verisimilitude. The bizarreness of the “my button’s bigger than your button” exchange between Trump and the North Koreans this week literalised a time-old assumption that war, or threats of war, act as proxies for challenged masculinity; and for all its crassness and political risk, there was something extraordinary about watching this made explicit. | Still, his remarks had about them that shocking, Bulworth-quality of unsayable truth that Trump himself sometimes inadvertently strays into. One of the oddest things about this presidency has been the way in which it marries bald falsehood with bald truth – if one takes the president’s unfiltered brain guff to be a kind of verisimilitude. The bizarreness of the “my button’s bigger than your button” exchange between Trump and the North Koreans this week literalised a time-old assumption that war, or threats of war, act as proxies for challenged masculinity; and for all its crassness and political risk, there was something extraordinary about watching this made explicit. |
| Clearly, mistaking rudeness for honesty doesn’t lead anywhere good – it’s led to President Trump – but it does remind one of where Trump’s appeal lies. He is like the Jim Carrey figure in Liar Liar, whose punishment for being an evil lawyer is that he can’t tell a lie for 24 hours, and says monstrous things to everyone he loves. In the movie, he learns a valuable lesson about kindness and decorum. For Bannon, Trump and their gang, one assumes no such denouement awaits. | Clearly, mistaking rudeness for honesty doesn’t lead anywhere good – it’s led to President Trump – but it does remind one of where Trump’s appeal lies. He is like the Jim Carrey figure in Liar Liar, whose punishment for being an evil lawyer is that he can’t tell a lie for 24 hours, and says monstrous things to everyone he loves. In the movie, he learns a valuable lesson about kindness and decorum. For Bannon, Trump and their gang, one assumes no such denouement awaits. |
| A world of glorious words | A world of glorious words |
| Simpler pleasures came in the form of some little-known weather terms this week, ahead of the kind of big weather the Americans do so well. I still get a thrill from “thunder snow”, which sounds like it should line up beside Lion-O and Panthro before going off to fight Mumm-Ra. | Simpler pleasures came in the form of some little-known weather terms this week, ahead of the kind of big weather the Americans do so well. I still get a thrill from “thunder snow”, which sounds like it should line up beside Lion-O and Panthro before going off to fight Mumm-Ra. |
| As winter storms swept the eastern seaboard, the media talked of “bombogenesis”, in which “a rapid deepening of pressure creates an explosive strengthening of the storm”, or as the National Ocean Service put it, “a mid-latitude cyclone rapidly intensifies, dropping at least 24 millibars over 24 hours.” | As winter storms swept the eastern seaboard, the media talked of “bombogenesis”, in which “a rapid deepening of pressure creates an explosive strengthening of the storm”, or as the National Ocean Service put it, “a mid-latitude cyclone rapidly intensifies, dropping at least 24 millibars over 24 hours.” |
| Like areas of the shipping forecast, these terms have a quality that soothes on the basis of their obscurity; there are things in this world you and I may not understand, but rest assured someone does. The mesoscale convective complex, the positive vorticity advection, and, for simplicity, the polar vortex, all carry with them the absolving idea of systems bigger than we are, and over which we have no control but the power to name. | Like areas of the shipping forecast, these terms have a quality that soothes on the basis of their obscurity; there are things in this world you and I may not understand, but rest assured someone does. The mesoscale convective complex, the positive vorticity advection, and, for simplicity, the polar vortex, all carry with them the absolving idea of systems bigger than we are, and over which we have no control but the power to name. |
| Music to my ears | Music to my ears |
| I’m not susceptible to diet or exercise resolutions at New Year, but I often fall for the other great cliche of 1 January: strenuous cultural improvement. For the past few days I’ve switched from news radio in the morning to WQXR, New York’s classical music station, and I’m convinced my household is in a better mood for it. Before 9am we hear nothing of Trump, or Bannon, or taxes, or disaster. | I’m not susceptible to diet or exercise resolutions at New Year, but I often fall for the other great cliche of 1 January: strenuous cultural improvement. For the past few days I’ve switched from news radio in the morning to WQXR, New York’s classical music station, and I’m convinced my household is in a better mood for it. Before 9am we hear nothing of Trump, or Bannon, or taxes, or disaster. |
| Instead, a nice man with a soothing voice tells us about things that happened in the 18th century, or when things get really racy, the 19th. It’s blissful, and the start of a whole new me. I’m going to read a book about Shostakovich. I am. (Right after I finish this one about Lenin.) | Instead, a nice man with a soothing voice tells us about things that happened in the 18th century, or when things get really racy, the 19th. It’s blissful, and the start of a whole new me. I’m going to read a book about Shostakovich. I am. (Right after I finish this one about Lenin.) |
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