The benefits of faith

It is a favourite trope of Dawkins-type atheists to claim that faith is unjustified belief, and thus by definition a bad thing, which could not possibly have arisen by natural selection, except as a sort of metastasis of trust in our parents.

But the important quality of faith is not initial credibility, but persistence. When Barlow says “I was raised a mormon, and now I believe pretty much everything” the joke works because it implies he forgets everything he knew before the last doob. And actually, persistence of belief in the face of disconfirming evidence is essential if social institutions are to be built and maintained. This morning’s example.

If democracy produces leadrs like George W Bush, there’s no pressing reason for the rest of the world to adopt the system. The unique advantage of democracy is that it can remove such people from power. None the less, if he does win, we should not abandon faith in democracy.

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A work of genius

Last night I finally watched Aki Kaurismäki’s Leningrad Cowboys go America, for which I had paid $40, with shipping on Ebay. You can’t get it on DVD at all, and the video is out of print. Never was $40 better spent on a very short film. It is the funniest rock and roll movie ever made, and, though this isn’t strictly relevant, it has some of the best playing. It is part of the joke that the Leningrad Cowboys, a band from the Finnish tundra, master effortlessly every musical style from Tango through rockabilly to mariachi music.

Unlike later Kaurismäki, this is pure comedy. Even the deaf-mute village idiot, trailing through the desert with a giant catfish in his arms, comes to a happy ending. But it is also, it seems to me, a very profound expreession of the love that the Bushies have thrown away. The America of the Leningrad Cowboys is the one we all fell in love with from a distance: a place of sleazy bars, great music, crooks everywhere, unexpected kindness, and adventures for everyone. Watching the film today, the one thing that seemed even odder than the resurrection of the bass player was the fact that there was no scene at immigration. They simply got on the plane and got off in New York, where they went straight to the sreets.

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A work of imagination

This link is a complete, short, Project Gutenberg reprint of a booklet of half a dozen Victorian hand shadow postures. You see the hand in the foregrounds, and the animal in the background. That’s it. You don’t see the shadow even in the instructions to cast it. You see the animal, just as clearly as they saw in Lascaux.

It’s a sight worth keeping in mind, when thinking about metaphor, or God.

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Ancient prophet

“I‘m sure there are plenty of great young songwriters working out there now and yes, I really hate them”. From a rather wonderful talk by Loudon Wainwright.

Jim White went to interview him once for the Independent, in Leeds, or somewhere like that. “Don’t you think that your songs are a little bit depressing about the war between the sexes?” he asked.
“Are you married, Jim?”
“Yes.”
“And how long have you neen married?”
“Six months” [blushes shyly]
Weeeeelll done! “

You have to love the man.

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A note on policy

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If you have time

Prepare to waste it here.

It looks as if the new DNB database has been left open for a little while. I recently wrote a wormseye about the absurd pricing of the OED. It turns out that the new DNB will not be available on the CD at all and requires an annual personal subscription of

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The horror

It is possible to make the argument that a Bush victory in the election might in the long run be less disastrous than a Kerry one, simply because it will leave Bush unequivocally responsible for the coming catastrophes for America. I’ve made the argument myself, though I know it is merely a filigree on despair.

But I can’t entertain it seriously. I don’t see how anyone with a scrap of moral feeling and patriotism could vote for the government responsible for Abu Ghraib.

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Getting things in proportion

The appearance of activity would be a whole lot easier if I just wrote a script that monitored Juan Cole’s site, and — every time something appeared there — posted a link with a note saying “This demands deep thought. I am writing a paper about it”.

However, I really, really can’t understand why this sort of comparison does not figure anywhere in American public debate.

I know I bang on about the war to no avail, and saying nothing that we don’t already know. But these last couple of weeks have felt like a turning point: the suck-it-and-see conservative supporters have publicly abandoned it: Max Hastings, Robert Novak, Simon Jenkins. These are people who have no trouble with the idea that God ought to be on the side of the big battalions. They have noticed he’s not on our side in Iraq, and that the great problem now is to make an orderly and not too humiliating retreat.

Talking of God, here is a really harrowing account (via mefi) of five days as a hostage of one of the guerrilla groups.

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100,000 rounds

The Daily Mail has decided that we’re finished in Iraq. There is a long dispatch from Max Hastings in Baghdad; and I don’t think any British journalist has better contacts at the top of the Army than Max Hastings. It is remorsefully pessimistic — remorseful because the cost of defeat in Iraq will be high for all of us and because there’s no doubt he wants the Brtish Army to win every war it must fight. But it has one throwaway statistic which gives us the proportions of the current fighting.

August was a bloody month, in which U.S. losses were heavy. The British fired 100,000 rounds, probably more than they expended during 30 years of conflict in Ulster.

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Correct Form

Too late, alas, to write to the Empereor Jean Bedel Bokassa, but now I know how I should have signed off my letter, thanks to the Amnesty International guide to composing letters in French.

Pour les souverains, la formule d’appel est Sire

[Blurb here: Mindful of the grand democratic traditions of your empire, and its global reputation for the preservation and honour of human rights, don’t you think that eating people is wrong?]

Je prie Votre Majesté d’agréer l’assurance de mon profond respect

It reminds one what a historical aberration it is to regard our rulers as people much like us.

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