The sound of one pundit smacking
by
MarkEHaag
09/11/2007, 3:55 PM #
Hitchens the Atheist Scourge of Believers and Unrepentant Contrarian only appears in the pages of Vanity Fair, or his books, occasionally here on Slate. The other Hitchens, Waugh manqué, Blimp-ish caricature of various Ford Maddox Ford characters, semi-official Stately Pundit for neo-conservatism & advocate of neo-liberal imperialism, appears in The Weekly Standard, takes up the rest of his Slate space and does mediocre, petty ad hominem "literary criticism" in Atlantic Monthly (no to wanton, sloppy, self-absorbed Jew sex (Roth); yes to squeamish, puerile, self-abnegating Brit sex (McEwan)) or The New York Times.
Does that mean Hitchens is two-faced, forked of tongue, a hypocritical or schizophrenic operator? Well, maybe; but not really necessarily, so to speak. No one more than a writer who likes to publish a lot, in a wide array of publishing outlets, to say nothing of a real media whore like our hero, knows and understands the degree to which one tends to tailor the message to the audience. Editors often demand it, in fact.
Now imagine you're trying to straddle two diametrically opposed worlds. One claims that only authentic cultural identity and divine sanction can convey authority; the other rejects the moral relevance of such categories out of hand, subtly but unmistakably seeks to impose a counter-anathema on anyone who broaches such ideas in polite, civilized debate. Each party condemns the other, wishes the other's utter demise by the most violent means if necessary.
So Tariq Ramadan is getting bashed again by a neocon-lib know-it-all. Hitchens is much less thorough than Paul Berman [ <link> ], but no less perfunctory and arbitrary. Ramadan has written books addressing huge themes. He says he would like to forge a new path into utterly virgin territory, toward an accommodation between the most hidebound radical fundamentalism and a modernism that eschews any link to the theological past of our culture. He declares himself a tribune of tolerant, democratic Islam, an Islam that can make a home for itself within a multicultural society without violence or the subjugation of women. But you wouldn't know it, from all the reductive quote-mangling and mongering, the paranoid context-mashing in which his frothing detractors indulge themselves.
It may be that he's trying to square a circle, to harmonize spheres which are irredeemably dissonant; but you would think those who rush to bash him with gotcha take-downs and the most illiberal sort of witch-hunt logic (guilt by lineage - how civilized!) would at least stop for an instant to express an iota of sympathy for his stated aims. No, you are not going to eliminate Islam and its more recalcitrant, atavistic hypostases by sheer bluster, by military invasion or moral denunciation. Someone, somewhere, is going to have to do for today's Islam what Herder did for the more nativist, mystical strands of German religiosity, to make them consonant with a modern, secular society without depriving them of their cultural authority -- to retro-"classicize" them. And without the benefit of a latter day Kant to fight with, to play off of, to set rigorous intellectual boundaries defining the parameters of enlightened political morality.
So no, it's not silly to stop and think about the "space" and "discourse" where the theological might intersect with the political. Even if you dislike some specific aspect of whatever Ramadan's proposing as an accommodation between Islam and the West you should begin by acknowledging that some such rapprochement is the best that could possibly be hoped for in the current situation, if not the best of all possible worlds. Ramadan may contradict the haditha in his definition of what constitutes truth for Muslims -- all the better, one would think! Rather than accusing him of insincerity, why doesn't Hitchens welcome the possibility of a challenge to a particular dogma from within that community? It's as if he can't think, can't breathe, except in the presence of a stick-figure anti-caricature of his own Atheist Absolutism, or as if he were almost physically addicted to the emotional rush of pure, unadulterated imprecation.