DAMP SQUID: THE FALL OF NIALL FERGUSON
Whatever happened to … Professor Niall Ferguson, and this year’s Reith Lectures? ‘A bit of a damp squib’ reported my daughter Alison from think tank country. What went wrong?
Did some apparatchik in Room 101 Broadcasting House think that Fergy as Reith Lecturer would fill up a useful bit of Jockland’s regional radio quota: ‘fraternal assistance’ coinciding usefully with NATO’s courtship of the Salmond government. Who knows? But after Reith the man seems to have overtaken Donald Trump as the Scots-American we can do without. If Scotland is to approach foreign affairs by regenerating our engineering, international law and environmental traditions, why sign up to a military-financial complex whose overblown rhetoric and confused strategy landed us in Afghanistan?
Qualms have rarely beset Ferguson, the macho face of no-holds-barred capital: blue shirt and chinos, young Connery appearance and delivery, with that hint of ‘You looking at me, pal?’ recalling the Glasgow kiss – or head-butt. Sharp sound-bites and a deft way with the statistics – re. GNP, taxation, the killing fields or whatever – perhaps owing to Harvard Graphics as much as to Harvard Campus? Sailing in convoy with fringe-language research assistants, to pluck the difficult stuff, beefed-up ‘Bad History’ is boosted rather than sunk by readable enemies, like Alan Bennett in The History Boys. The geld comes with influential friends on the Financial Times and Wall Street. ‘What first attracted you to the billionaire Rothschilds?’ as Mrs Merton would have put it.
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An invite arrived for the last Reith lecture on 28 June in Edinburgh. I was in Tuebingen, holding a Walter Scott seminar there with my conservative friend Allan Massie and organising the 22nd Freudenstadt Colloquium on European Regionalism for the SPD’s Ebert-Stiftung. I couldn’t and wouldn’t go, and what I’d read of the lectures and their feedstock Civilisation: the West and the Rest (Allen Lane 2011) confirmed a general disquiet. Was the guy safe at any speed?
Take page xxvi of Civilisation’s intro, where Fergy – always adept at name-checking literature – draws his ‘West v. Rest’ parallel from James Hogg’s Justified Sinner and R L Stevenson’s Master of Ballantrae:
Competition and monopoly; science and superstition; freedom and slavery; curing and killing; hard work and laziness – in each case the West was father to the good and the bad. It was just that, as in Hogg’s and Stevenson’s novel, the better of the two brothers ultimately came out on top.
Eh, wait a minute …
In both novels the good brother doesn’t ‘come out on top’. He gets killed. George Colwan is thrown off a crag on Arthur’s Seat by Robert Wringhim; Henry Durie, whom obsessive rivalry degrades to his charming, evil brother’s level, drops dead when James is exhumed, living, from his Caribbean grave.
James Durie was a great storyteller, and the same might go for Fergy. But one senses that the motor of ‘History Speaking!’ Inc. is running out of gas.
Those research assistants don’t always get ‘some suitable quotation, please’ to fit the name-checks. This turns the diligent reader to an index which is very peculiar – and broadcast discourses which, in transcript, don’t improve matters at all.
No Disraeli, for a start. I turned to Civilisation from Tancred (1847), a pantomime, but with lizard wit and hard-headed realism about the Middle East. I found on page 162 Fergy on Stendhal and Scarlet and Black – in which the revolutionaries of 1830 are aligned ‘with the utmost force’. But Scarlet and Black is about reaction not revolution: Julien Sorel, a plausible youth of the Fergy sort, with a photographic memory, impresses French Restoration conservatives trapped in their myopic game of interest-defending, only to be driven to self-destruction by its terminal paralysis as much as by his own conflicts over ambition, sex, and love. Great literature is personal and subtle, like that. Civilisation is not.
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‘The Rule of Law and its Enemies’ has brought Fergy’s moment of hubris: cometh the man, cometh the disaster.
Reith 1 ‘The Human Hive’ starts out by elaborating a Kipling tract: ‘The Mother Hive’ is a metaphor of vibrant individual capital depreciated by welfare deformation – and spendthrift baby-boomers. Though the wise ones in the Fergy version turn out to be Germany (fiscal rectitude), and Norway (oil wealth). Between 1980-2008 Germany retained a manufacturing economy and ‘community banking’ while Britain and Wall Street mocked ‘widget-making’; Norway nationalised its oil, when Britain’s ‘finance-friendly’ Thatcher in Sir Alastair Morton’s words ‘blew it on the dole’. These images stick, though they weren’t meant to.
In Reith 2 ‘The Darwinian Economy’ we are in the ordure of the financial crisis. Ferguson blames public regulation of the markets, cites lots of apparently epic papers by financial authorities. Yet these (like most of the activities of high finance) are abstracted from any objective analysis of production, of the sort that Karl Marx – ritually denounced – identified in the ‘Working Day’ section of Capital.
Where in all this assertion is ‘Fordist’ welfare capitalism? Ask in derelict Detroit. Where is oil, up from S1.7 to $ 100 a barrel, 1970-2012? How fares the SME/mittelstand in the domain of Microsoft and Walmart? Who trains youngsters when factories close? Where does organised/disorganised narco-crime fit into the banking balancesheets? Or the military-industrial complex, its princely Saudi clients, and their Wahabi-fanatic friends? Or London’s immigrant oligarchs who so much disturb Ferdinand Mount in The New Few? No reference to any of these in Fergy’s affluent but strangely constipated world.
In Reith 3 ‘The Landscape of the Law’ there appears the inevitable demand for property-friendly law. As in Pohl and Kornbluth’s brilliant sci-fi satire The Space Merchants (1953), the public sphere will become the corporate: General Motors takes over the USA.
Well, actually, no. The opposite had to happen once the Banksters had fouled up.
So there’s no mention of how hyper-trading trashed marginal utility, how corporate lawyers bought the Senate. Bagehot’s pristine markets get in, but not John Ruskin’s environmentalism – ‘there is no wealth but life’ – and J A Hobson’s critique of the imperial plunder and inequality-driven instability that stemmed from it. Does Fergy register the post-1990 decay, shown in Misha Glenny’s reportage, from the liberal ideals of The Rebirth of History (1991) to the plutocrat-and-gangster states of McMafia (2008) and their indispensable London Geldwascherei? Don’t ask.
In Reith 4 our hero finally reaches Edinburgh. ‘Civil Society and its Enemies’ has market, Motherhood, Apple Pie, and the Big Society cleaning up the polluted Welsh beach chez Fergy that the lazy state ignores. He pats Free Schools on the head; after all he is advising Michael Gove, another noisy Scots renegade. A few representative local profs – John Haldane, John Curtis (sic), Colin Kidd – question and get slapped down. Ernest Gellner’s ‘strong civil society’ of the Scots ‘estates’ – Kirk, Law, Burghs, Colleges – is ignored.
Yet plastic-soiled beaches are the pendant to the rise of marine oil and gas, which vomits the stuff out as by-product . Chris Smout, Doyen of Scots Historians – does Fergy even know of him? – tells in his fine ‘Land and Sea’ essay in the Oxford Handbook of Modern Scottish History (2012) how we have been afflicted by a commerce as ‘heartless and witless’ as Thomas Hardy’s ‘nature’, which it has wrecked:
‘The productivity of the North Sea is one tenth of what it was in 1883 … Greenhouse gas emissions fell by 13 per cent between 1995 and 2004 … but if we take into account those emissions generated by manufacturing imports, they rose by 11 per cent over the same period’.
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Civilisation’s ‘killer apps’ – inevitably a borrowing from disjaikit yoof thumbing its handhelds, fathoming the factflood through peremptory commands – would have been commonplace in T S Ashton’s day. Competition, science, democracy, medicine, consumerism, and the work ethic simply enable Fergy – the M’Choakumchild for our own Hard Times – to slot in a conventional narrative of the sort we thought Eric Hobsbawm had seen off. But ‘rapping for executives’ is going to leave a lot out.
Look up ‘environment’ in Civilisation’s index, and find a couple of pages, largely devoted to the evangelical American Christian take on it. Fergy may claim to be a Humeian sceptic but his readership is out there. In the boondocks, in the airport bookstore, the Romneyites, the Tea Party, are thumping their Bibles and fracking God’s land. No contest.
Goldman Sachs was ‘vampire squid’, Fergy’s Reith is damp squid: not feral but feart. So please stop. You’re famous. You’ve appeared on ‘The Simpsons’. Think.
Go wreck a sand dune with Donald Trump? Do a Huffington? Hug trees? Guest with Springsteen, hollering against the bosses? This is showbiz, after all.
Can I take it, from this, that Patrick Harvie doesn’t like Niall Ferguson?
There is maybe an arguement to be made against Mr Ferguson, but this was too knowing to work for folk like me that don’t have a clue who Niall Ferguson actually is.
Inchoate, even.
If we must have spats like this then a bit of education about the participants would help.
Just saying.
Oops!
Christopher Harvie.
Don’t make no difference. I’ve never heard of him either…….
Background? He’s never off the telly. Insufferable *****, far-right, hates Scotland.
This is good on him too:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2012/jul/27/ruins-of-empire-pankaj-mishra?INTCMP=SRCH
‘George Colwan is thrown off a crag on Arthur’s Seat by Robert Wringhim.’ Erm. doesn’t he get stabbed in the back by Wringhim while sword-fighting with Gil-Martin after the fracas at the Black Bull?
Always hated the guy (Ferguson). Arrogant, smug, neo-fascist – and given far too much exposure, which makes him dangerous.
Hadn’t heard of Christopher Harvie, but his piece is enormously enjoyable as well as being obviously well-informed. It’s a special pleasure to come across someone who has read widely, including in foreign languages (especially German, the repository of much of Europe’s remaining common sense and what used to be common social morality).
Thank you, Mr. Harvie.
Christopher Harvie is a world famous columnist for Bella Caledonia. Less well known as an author, professor and former MSP…
picpac67 – Enjoy!
http://www.scottishindependenceconvention.org/news/the-ultimate-unionist-and-the-dead-shark-by-chris-harvie.aspx
It is always a pleasure to read articles by Christopher Harvie – I sometimes wonder if he researches these articles meticulously or if all this wide ranging stuff is teeming round his head already and just needs to be written down – mind you, I have never read an article by Chris Harvie where he hasn’t mentioned Tuebingen. My challenge to him is to write one without reference to Germany 😉
bellacaldonia,
Thanks for the link.
The re-envisioning of The British Empire as a force for good in the world has been a fairly recent development.
It does the author of that piece, Pankaj Mishra, no favours at all to take a one eyed view of WW2. The largest volunteer army against the axis was from the pre-split India. It would enlighten him to read about the events surrounding Kohima – Imphal, where India, as was, probably saved itself from Japanese invasion largely though it’s own efforts. That was, probably, the end of Japanese hopes for domination. He tends to deny an Asian, i.e. Japanese, interest in carving out an empire. Which strikes me as a blind spot. One shared by many Indians who seem to see Subhas Chandra Bose as an unlikely hero, even now.
That said, he is completely correct in taking the moral high ground over new-fangled revisionism of what the British Empire actually was.
To put it simply, it wasn’t very good then, and it ain’t good now. We have the advantage of hindsight and it ain’t a pretty mirror.
I have, I assure you, never heard of Professor Niall Ferguson. I, obviously, don’t move in the right intellectual circles.
Could you point to some of Professor Ferguson’s stuff that you find so offensive? Because, from the sound of it, I would agree with you.