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Friday
27Jun

My new essay (on economics as religion), in Prospect magazine

I've roughly fifty subjects I'd like to blog on. Football! Monolines! Street parties! The Irish housing bubble! Popstar poetry! The mysterious Blau Blau Blau movement! How to write for the new attention span! My new life with Will Self's pig! Too many possibilities. Can't decide.

 

Tell me if any of the above interest you, and it might help me focus on one of the blighters, and get it done.


afterword_gough.jpgMeanwhile I have an article, on economics as a religion, in the new issue of Prospect (the wonderful London-based magazine of ideas). The issue also features a round-table discussion of the current global financial crisis. Several of my favourite thinkers on economic matters take part, including the philosophical hedge fund manager George Soros, and the very wise and grave chief economics commentator of the Financial Times, Martin Wolf. After they have thoroughly depressed and demoralised the readership with the awfulness of it all, I provide the light entertainment, in a two-page afterword, "The Sacred Mystery of Capital".

 

A sample paragraph or three:

 

"... But religions evolve, and recent events show that capitalism has begun to evolve less in the manner of the Galapagos finches (whose beaks adjusted over millennia to suit the berries of their individual island), and more in the manner of the Incredible Hulk. Incredible Hulk capitalism can expand the muscle of its credit so swiftly that its clothing of real world assets cannot stretch fast enough to contain it. Expansion, explosion, collapse—Incredible Hulk capitalism sprawls, stunned and shrunken again, in the rags of its assets.

Or, returning to our religious analogy, if capitalism was a religion, it would now be a delightfully demented pseudo-scientific cult. Incredible Hulk capitalism is to the capitalism of Adam Smith what Scientology is to the Christianity of Christ. Both modern high finance and Scientology use the language and tools of science to ends that are religious, not scientific. Both meet a need, a yearning which the old forms of religion and capitalism no longer meet. The need for a mysterious power greater than us, in which we can believe. It must be powerful—but it must also be mysterious. And mystery has been vanishing from the world ever faster, ever since Galileo.

We know what the stars are made of, and can compute their course through the heavens for the next 10,000 years. We can explain the storms and floods that were once evidence of the wrath of God. But as the advance of science has removed the divine mystery from much of life, the advance of free market capitalism has put it back. Only modern economics can now provide forces that we don’t understand. And we need that in our lives."

 

The whole thing is here, if you're interested.
 

 

 

 

 


Reader Comments (7)

Are you really saying that either we accept the specific forms of contemporary financial capital, or else we go back to the stone age? That the very fact of the division of labor and the abstraction of value lead inevitably, and only, to the status quo as we have it today, June 2008? That the dialectic of Enlightenment ends up in the holy mysteries of Wall St.? Don't mean to sound churlish, but that’s sort of what it reads like: Hegel writing a PR piece for a trade association of hedge funds.
June 30, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterSputter and Run
Hiya Sputter. I don't think novelists should have opinions, so I'll happily argue the other side of anything I may have said in that article.

I don't personally necessarily approve of religion, or economics, or capitalism, or indeed human nature. Or reality itself. But I do try to accept them all, and understand them on their own terms.

Certainly I don't believe that the status quo, this very day, is inevitable or will last. I do think the article describes some of the itches contemporary financial capital scratches. But like I say, I don't endorse anything. There are many itches contemporary capitalism doesn't scratch, and they will be scratched someday by some system. Nothing lasts forever, and neither will this. (But that said, nothing changes as much as you'd think, either...)
July 1, 2008 | Registered CommenterJulian Gough
Fair nuff. Kind of big old high horse I climbed up on there... I'd just read this rather sad story in the Garjin about a Norwegian town and a fast-talking financial con.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/business/2008/jun/30/subprimecrisis.creditcrunch
No opinions at all? You must have a few around the house, in case of emergencies, though?
July 1, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterSputter and Run
No, gosh, I didn't mean to accuse your horse of excessive height. Sorry if it came across thus.

Opinions... Well I do have a few rattling around the place. And I deploy them when required.

But, no, I don't actually believe them.

When ever I do find myself believing in something, I immediately issue forth that great, and much misunderstood, prayer:

Lord, I believe. Help thou my disbelief.
July 2, 2008 | Registered CommenterJulian Gough
you asked for blog-topic requests - of your list, I'd gladly read you on the modern attention span (if i have the time, between one thing and another, obviously) and on pop-star poetry (find sonnet joke to insert here. Ed.) - but also on, for instance, the quality of cakes to be found in Berlin pattiseries (which would be called what in German? Ed.), whether boy children should be taken from the hearth and into tribes aged 10 until they become men/kill their first stag, as in ye olde celtic traditions, instead of growing up on street corners, smoking and kicking cans; oh, all kinds of stuff...also the writer's necessity to locate the 'sleep' mode from time to time, and shoe design, and the best type of pencils.
July 12, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterSusie M
Ah, pencils... now there's a topic and a half.

Well, pens, anyway. I am obsessively searching for the perfect pen, again.

For several blissful years the Uni-Ball Eye, made by the Mitsubishi Pencil Company, was the best pen in the known world. And then they modified it past the point of perfection. May God blast "incremental improvement".
July 15, 2008 | Registered CommenterJulian Gough
I love the Uni-Ball, esp. the Uni Ball Vision Fine in blue or purple. The "Micro" is kind of crummy, the nib bends and breaks. Hard to get in bulk in Europe though - a friend picks them up for me in 10-packs in the US.
July 18, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterSputter and Run

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