The remaining Tory leadership candidates. Credit: Jeff Overs/BBC.Getty

“It is the peculiar quality of a fool to perceive the faults of others, and to forget his own.”
Look up those words online and you’ll find them ascribed to Cicero (though you’d be a fool to take that as read). Whoever said it was being a tad harsh. Finding fault in others, rather than ourselves, is a peculiarly human quality.
We’re all in denial about our own faults – which is why those of others provide such a welcome distraction. All the more so, if their faults also happen to be our faults. In such a situation we can surface our flaws while also displacing them. How therapeutic!
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For Left-leaning readers of The Guardian and the New Statesman there’s some therapy to be found in a pair of essays about the ramshackle state of conservatism. I’m not saying that the authors (Andy Beckett for the Graun and Robert Saunders for the Staggers) are fools for finding fault on the Right – there’s a lot to be found there. Nevertheless, their essays are more interesting for what they inadvertently reveal about the state of the Left.
Here’s the nub of Saunders’ argument:
“British Conservatism has broken with three of its most important traditions. It has stopped thinking; it has stopped ‘conserving’; and it has lost its suspicion of ideology. Historically, the Conservative Party has been a party of ideas, but not of ideology.”
Beckett’s argument is not dissimilar, though he tackles American conservatism alongside its British counterpart (conservatism everywhere else is pretty much ignored). Like Saunders, he sees the conservative movement as intellectually moribund. Talking about free market think tanks on both sides of the Atlantic, he observes that they have “grown old together” and that their “answer to every problem has remained essentially unchanged: lower taxes, less regulation, smaller government.”
Well, yes – it would do, because that’s what they believe in. If you look at corresponding think tanks on the centre-Left, their answer to every problem has also remained essentially unchanged: higher taxes, more regulation, bigger government. Still, it can’t be denied that this is not a golden age of conservative thought. Saunders, a historian, draws a contrast with previous, more intellectually fertile eras – such as the Tory response to Labour’s landslide victory in 1945; and, a generation later, the first stirrings of the Thatcher revolution.
Clearly, there’s nothing so momentous going on today. But then there doesn’t have to be. In the 1940s, conservatism had to be reinvented for the era of the universal welfare state. In the 1970s, with the post-war settlement coming undone, there was another great transition underway – this time to neoliberalism. Today, the failings of neoliberalism are plain for all to see, but a transition to something else is nowhere in sight.
Beckett talks about a “revival of the radical left”, but what does this actually entail? Intellectually, the most interesting ideas on the Left in the UK and US depend on outlandish scenarios: the end of scarcity (Aaron Bastani’s Fully Automated Luxury Communism); a complete decarbonisation of the national economy in the space of just 10 years (the Green New Deal); reversing the roles of monetary and fiscal policy, so that central banks issue governments with all the money they need and taxation is used to control inflation (Modern Monetary Theory). These are fascinating speculations as to what might be possible several decades hence. But as a basis for escaping neoliberalism in the here-and-now, sci-fi socialism is a non-starter.
If the intellectual Right has nodded off, it’s because the intellectual Left is in dreamland.
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The last time the Left mounted a semi-serious challenge to the status quo was in the 1990s, under the leadership of Bill Clinton and Tony Blair. That, however, was about reforming neoliberalism not replacing it, which was why the conservative rethink at the time was so half-hearted. Compared to 1945, it took the Tories twice as long to recover from the defeat of 1997.
But is Saunders right to claim that the Conservative Party has “produced no significant thinker in decades”? It rather depends on one’s definition of ‘significant.’ If one sets the bar at the speeches and pamphlets produced by Tory thinkers like David Willetts and Oliver Letwin in the 1997-2010 period, then I’d challenge anyone to name a Labour Party thinker of recent decades that could be seen as more significant. Only the heterodox Blue Labour school of thought comes anywhere near.
Saunders does give ‘Red Toryism‘ a fleeting mention and there’s a quick hit on David Cameron’s ‘Big Society‘ from Beckett. It’s sadly true that, to quote Beckett, “these visions of renewals have melted away” (as did Theresa May’s attempt in 2017). However, it’s important that we see these failures for what they are – not intellectual, but political. The culture and practice of contemporary politics is dominated by style not substance, presentation not content. The comms guru is king, not the policy wonk – and certainly not the public intellectual. Ideas like the Big Society did not fail as ideas – but because the people with actual power only ever used (and then discarded) them as gimmicks.
Those who insist that Conservative Party never properly modernised are wrong. The Tories have not only modernised, they’ve post-modernised – and that’s the problem. They’ve adopted a style of politics in which there is no reality, only narrative. In this world, to communicate an idea is functionally equivalent to implementing it – to have it talked about is the same thing as getting it done.
Okay, I’m exaggerating somewhat – there is a level of government where gesture is set into motion, even if it doesn’t happen with much force. However, it is hard to exaggerate the extent to which the centre of power is concerned first and foremost with immediate impressions.
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The hollowing out of our political culture is not an exclusively Right-wing phenomenon. Indeed, the modern masters of spin were Bill ‘I feel your pain’ Clinton and Tony ‘pretty straight sort of guy’ Blair. The rest of the political spectrum followed where they led. One need look no further for an explanation for the dumbing down of our politics.
However, because it applies left, right and centre, it doesn’t suit a narrative of specifically conservative intellectual decline. Beckett and Saunders therefore look elsewhere for causal factors that they seem to attach to the Right alone.
For instance, Saunders believes that the Conservative Party has lost its “sense of history”:
“As the historian Kit Kowol argues, ‘Conservatives once used the past to imagine the future. Today, they are trapped by the only history many of them now know: the Second World War.’ The result is a cartoonish morality tale that privileges resolve over reflection, in which ‘every leader becomes either a Chamberlain or a Churchill, foreign policy a question of appeasement or intervention, and all difficulties capable of being overcome with a dose of ‘Dunkirk Spirit’.”
But isn’t there a Left-liberal equivalent? For instance, in crediting the EU with maintaining the peace in Europe – as if Germany might invade Alsace-Lorraine again. Or what about the dodgy parallels drawn between 21st-century populism and the 1930s? If you want Tories to stop banging on about Churchill, then perhaps lefties could stop using deadly-serious words like “fascist” and “Nazi” with such careless abandon.
Winston Churchill is not the only Tory icon, of course – there’s Margaret Thatcher too. Saunders compares the Conservative Party to an “ageing Eighties tribute band, [flubbing] wearily through the same tired playlist, barely noticing that the stadiums are empty, the hairstyles ludicrous and the fans long departed.” Ouch! There’s more than a little truth to that, but it still leaves the Tories 10 years ahead of the Seventies leftism of Jeremy Corbyn’s Labour Party. A sure sign of our inability to move on from the neoliberal era is that the Right has regressed to its heyday and the Left to before it even began.
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If nostalgia is not an exclusively Right-wing political vice, what about what Beckett calls the “modern conservative media bubble.” There’s Fox News in America, Tory tabloids in the UK – and all manner of online echo chambers. The Right’s capacity to insulate itself from inconvenient truths and challenging viewpoints can’t be good for its intellectual health.
And yet there’s a Left-wing media bubble too – and one that extends a long way into public broadcasting, academia and most of the cultural establishment. With a safe space that big, it’s easier for Left-wingers and liberals to shut themselves off from contrary opinions than it is for conservatives.
But what about Brexit? Theresa May’s is the fourth Conservative premiership to be destroyed by the Europe issue. Isn’t this evidence of a specifically Right-wing dysfunction – one that’s all set to consume the next Tory Prime Minister too.
Has the party taken leave of its senses? A movement that was all about resistance to revolutionary change is now ready to rush headlong into the unknown of a no deal Brexit. How is any of that conservative? Saunders puts it this way:
“A political tradition that once sought chiefly to conserve now resembles an apocalyptic cult, ready to torch Britain’s trade relations, parliamentary institutions and even the Union itself in order to build the New Jerusalem on their ashes.”
But hang on – who are the real revolutionaries here? Committing ourselves to a European project of ever-closer union, a single currency, loss of control over national borders, enforced austerity and the prospect of further integration within a system of laws very different from our own represents a profound discontinuity in our development as a nation. The electorate was asked whether it wished to remain within such an enterprise and more people said no than yes.
Let’s not pretend the choice was ever between business as usual and disruptive change. The choice was always between two disruptions – either to our national sovereignty or to our trading relationships with our closest neighbours. This isn’t a dilemma that the Conservative Party chose for itself, but one it was presented with. Indeed, it is presented to us all – including the Left. By enforcing the so-called ‘four freedoms’, the European project guarantees the continuity of neoliberalism and punishes entire nations for attempting to choose a different path. Now that there is no more avoiding the issue, the Labour Party also finds itself torn apart by the dilemma.
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So, yet again, we see that intellectual crisis of the Right is a crisis for politics as a whole. The only way forward is not to focus on how badly the other side is dealing with it, but to look closer to home.
That advice applies to conservatives too, of course. As well as listening to what the likes of Andy Beckett and Robert Saunders might have to say about the crisis of the Right – they also ought to analyse what conservatives say about the crisis of the Left. As I said at the outset, we all project our deepest, unacknowledged insecurities upon others – therefore the faults we see in our enemies are the most honest guide to our own.
In this respect, the most interesting thing about conservative accounts of what ails the other side is the idea that the contemporary Left is alienating, indeed betraying, its traditional sources of support.
That’s not wrong, but the contemporary Right is doing exactly the same – above all by allowing the dream of a property-owning democracy to die, and standing by while vested interests suck the life out of the productive economy.
As things stand, the traditional parties of Left and Right are locked in a stalemate – while haemorrhaging support to parties of protest.
Neither side will recover until they start seeing their own faults first.
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SubscribeHere is an example of how men and women write differently: two novels, both great works of literature in their own way, concerned, at least in part, with the same event, written forty years apart–Michael Shaara’s The Killer Angels and Margaret Mitchell’s Gone With The Wind. The Battle of Gettysburg forms almost the entirety of Shaara’s narrative; he covers the tactics, the strategy, the close combat, in depth. The focus is on masculine values: bravery under fire, personal honor, patriotism, comradery with one’s fellow soldiers, the duty a commander owes to his troops. If there is a female character in the book, I am not aware of it, save for (absent) wives and sweethearts. Gone With The Wind, by contrast, relegates Gettysburg to a paragraph. Nothing is the battle is reported, because the point of view is that of a young woman far from the front lines in Atlanta. Only the aftermath is shown. The values emphasized in that book are feminine: personal safety, rearing of children, romance and the finding of suitable domestic partners, continuity of the family, creating a pleasant and homey atmosphere, fashion, where one ranks in the social hierarchy. The male characters, with the exception of Gerald O’Hara, are largely ciphers to the female protagonist.
These books have very different agendas and very different attitudes on virtually every subject, yet neither is somehow “inferior” because of it. Both sides of the equation are necessary: without Joshua Chamberlain holding Little Round Top, then a freer, more equal nation may never come into being, and without Scarlett O’Hara shooting a Yankee looter stone dead in her entry hall, no woman would be safe to raise the next generation of Americans in peace. Chamberlain’s patriotism is the grand, abstract patriotism of the nation-state, while O’Hara’s patriotism is the small, humble patriotism of the hearth and home, yet both are necessary if a nation is to thrive. And art, all art, is impoverished whenever a point of view is silenced, whether out of some masculine chauvinism or out of a misguided “feminism” that, ironically, prioritizes “modern” pseudo-masculinity over traditional femininity.
Very well written, if i might say so. Perhaps more so than the article itself, which, whilst as a whole made some important points (and which prompted your contribution), at times seemed to lose itself in a series of literary names and references, as if seeking to cover every major female contributor in addition to some male writers. The spirit of inclusivity, perhaps.
Excellent comment.
And what you realise is that the patriotism of the nation can be churned into patriotism of the hearth, but the other way round is not so simple or a given.
HaHa so I think you are saying that the ‘male’ form of patriotism is thus “better” since it can be churned into patriotism of the hearth… how silly! No! You have missed the point of Margaret Drabble’s article I think… male and female are yin and yang and make a whole, the whole of the human experience, and so the ‘patriotism’ of the hearth is just as vital in its own way as the patriotism of the nation…. but maybe I’ve misunderstood you?
I don’t disagree that men and women complement each other.
But I would still say, someone willing to charge cannons and risk certain mutilation or death, all for the sake of country and his fellow soldiers, would also be happy to change nappies and cook food for his child.
The other way round, is rather more difficult, as the rather small number of women paying alimony, or demanding to be drafted in Ukraine, point out rather clearly.
That being said, taking care of the home and hearth is as critical as fighting for country, and I would suggest women are definitely better at the former. When I take my daughter to the doctor, female GPs are way better at dealing with her than male GPs.
The real problem is that the former role has been denigrated and treated as worthless, largely by modern women.
I’ll be honest, I prefer a male author’s take on historical novels. It doesn’t mean that writing is feminine or masculine
Hilary Mantel?
Me too. I’ll take George MacDonald Fraser and Bernard Cornwell over Hilary Mantel and Helle Haasse any day.
“Creating a pleasant and homey atmosphere” where the Blacks worked her land.
I am an inveterate reader and, now that I am retired, am able to indulge my habit. I have moved to an e-reader to save my marriage by stopping filling the house with books. This makes it very easy to get new books and I am tempted every day with offers from Amazon, BookBub, Penguin, etc. Being the male philistine that I am, I have adopted a filtering process whereby I skip over female authors unless I either know them already or their topic particularly appeals. This really does save a lot of time because it seems to me that the publishing industry is now vastly skewed female e.g. today’s Amazon offer 1 male author, 7 female.
My niece was visiting (very progressive and ‘woke’) and I told her this. She was horrified and expressed her disapproval. I asked her what male authors she had read in the last six months and she admitted that they were all female. So I continue to read history or popular science or detective fiction by males while she continues with Jane Austen. Each to his own.
This is exactly why I only read novels by White men, and am very open about doing so.
The curse of identity politics
Ainsi soit-il.
Oh, I’m a total reading w***e – I’ll take any author to bed with me! (Or their work anyway.)
I must admit I have been doing the same thing. It has meant I basically avoid fiction published in the past two decades and most new non-fiction books that aren’t history or philosophy. Men with a similar ‘lived experience’ to me i.e. white ‘cis’ straight and English have essentially vanished from publishing. At least I can still bear Barbara Tuchman.
There are plenty of decent self-published books on Kindle. You don’t have to feed the publishing industry these days.
“today’s Amazon offer 1 male author, 7 female.”
And yet the ladies will find a way to complain how they are oppressed.
I find books by women to be one long series of complaints.
I was brought up on Agatha Christie and Enid Blyton, but the current list of titles on a Waterstones store front does seem to agree with you, it just seems like the quality and content of writing has deteriorated, become more consumed by angst and regret.
Whinged the man… manfully. Unlike those complainy women. Professor Henry Higgins whinged about it best: “Why can’t a woman be more like a man?”
Whinging about someone whinging too much is also whinging, agreed.
But I do feel a typical man like myself is able to deal with 80%female teachers or GPs writers with a lot more stoicism than certain women, who apparently feel oppressed EVEN when faced with situations where they are treated favourably, it seems.
Totally agree about skewed reviewing in papers. It’s yet another dreary, predictable exercise in box-ticking, all about ‘my experience of being a (usually black woman but LGBTREFUGEES also prominent) all screaming about underrepresentation no less.
I’m a ‘G’ in fact but long since stopped reading based on identity as it’s obviously no guarantee of quality or even interest. Nowadays it usually makes me less likely to read it.
A little bit of identity politics goes a very long way.
Dreary Drabble was OK in her time but the last book of hers that I read was ruined at the end when it suddenly morphed into sociopolitical waffle of the most embarrassing sort worthy of a Labour think-tank. I’ve never read anything by her since.
Too true. To me, writing a novel is a bit like acting, the less we can tell about the author’s private life or politics, the better it is. It doesn’t mean they can’t bring their experience to bear, but the story should stand independently of the author.
I’m hetero but I’ve enjoyed 3 books by Sarah Waters, where expression of her sexual identity was either absent (The Little Stranger) or treated lightly (Fingersmith) or used to devastating effect (Affinity). In the other books where it was unnecessary and became a tiresome distraction, I confess I gave up. I felt there was something self-indulgent there.
You might want to become just a little more inveterate and repeat the aphorism correctly: “to each his own.”
This article focuses on the question of whether women have been held back in their creativity by domesticity and the inescapable biological fact of pregnancy, childbirth and breastfeeding – and also on the value of these aspects of life in literature.
I think this is an important question, but a bit of a narrow view. Perhaps domesticity and biological necessity weren’t the biggest issue when it came to how women’s work was viewed – if it was viewed at all. Even in the 20th century, women’s work has still been seen as second best, inferior – a quaint pastime rather than an equally valuable contributions to literature and art. Regardless of whether the artist/writer was single and childless or married with children or what the subject matter of the work was.
Recently, I discovered the Austrian artist Isolde Maria Joham. She started out working with glass but then moved onto massive paintings which pitted humans against machines and cartoon characters in fantastical urban landscapes – a sort of statement on modernity which reminded me somehow of the “human vs. machine” work of Fernand Léger. For years and years, she was pretty much ignored by the Austrian art scene, until someone realised: “ooo, you know what, her work was actually a sort of painting prophecy of the future”.
Joham was married (to a sculptor, about 15 years her junior – how controversial) but did not have any children. She was free to create and had a loving, supportive spouse. And yet her work was still passed over for decades. That was nothing to do with domesticity and everything to do with a lingering suspicion about female creativity in general.
The happy ending: Joham’s paintings were finally given the publicity and the exhibition they deserved last year, see this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZ-A_4urM20
Joham died on the final day of the exhibition – as if she knew now that her life’s purpose was achieved.
Everybody should know about her!
Years (and years) spent in the Art Student’s League in NYC, and similar spaces, have shown me that there are vast numbers of truly talented artists out there. And some of them have something significant to say. But almost none of them have ever had a show. This is true across the spectrum of the many different identities they represented; gay, straight, Jewish, deaf, female, etc. To ever get a show and find any success is a bit of fortune that very few artists get to experience.
There are innumerable reasons that could explain Joham’s earlier lack of recognition. “A lingering suspicion about female creativity…” isn’t neccessarily the most important one.
I googled her paintings. They’re not my cup of tea but they are something much more compelling; they look like she had a wonderful time painting them. That joy is better than any opinion.
Oh dear, Margaret. You were one of my Northern grammar school heroines. Someone who was going to show me how to escape.
I’m sure it’s entirely possible to be a housewife-writer in North London. Less so in a tower block in Sheffield.
Social class and economics are the barriers to achievement. Not sex and most definitely not ‘gender’.
Something obscure from my adopted country. I bought a book by a Bulgarian female author: Victoria Beshliiska, called ‘Clay’. The starting point for the book was that ostensibly, in the 17th century, while Bulgaria was occupied by the Ottomans, potters in the village of Tran (west of Sofia) were given a permit (signed by the Sultan) to travel all over Ottoman lands to sell their wares. I was excited by the concept, however, the book was overwhelmingly about some romantic entanglement between a girl and two boys in a village. I had to wait until page 110 to see a first mention of the pottery workshop, but by page 150, all there was of the travel was that the village got word that the potters had reached Plovdiv (a city in central Bulgaria). I had hoped to find out about the region at that time when mucht was happening such as the advent of the ‘prophet’ Sabbatai Zevi; the Ottoman empire’s worst defeat outside Vienna; Istanbul’s huge fire in 1660, etc… However, the book was just a dreary romance that involved no research and could have happened at any time in history. I couldn’t help but feel that a man would have handled it differently and I know I’d have preferred the alternative.
Since criticising is not good enough, I’m now working on potters from the same village in the same period but my first chapter will be devoted to a small group of villagers preparing to set out into Ottoman lands and their adventures will cover various encounters and the stories of people and places. The research so far is fascinating so even if it never comes about, I’m having a great time working through it.
Good luck.
The best work (in any medium) transcends the time and place to tell us something universal about the human experience, but it must have a base to start from.
Because of the legacy publishing industry’s misandrist anti-White racism, I only read novels by White men.
Without being as broadly political about it, I tend to prefer novels written by men.
I don’t particularly. Two of my favourite authors are Jane Austen and George Eliot, and I would very much like to read more of Edith Wharton’s work. Among non-White authors, I have in the past read and liked Zadie Smith, and suspect that I would like Wole Soyinka and Chimanonda Adichie. But this is a matter of conscience for me.
I’m a reader. I’m not a writer. Joe Swift was my late Mums favourite TV gardener. I like domestic things. I became a young adult at the very worst time to be that sort of person. The overwhelming media message of that day that they trumpeted from it’s source in a number of fake fraud so called feminists was that cooking,cleaning all that was drudgery so if you liked it you were branding yourself a moronic drudge. I don’t think having to work 12 hour shifts most days each week until you are 70 is an exhilarating vision of the life path before any young woman. And you dont even get to be rescued by Prince Charming any more. You both HAVE TO WORK to keep the roof on the chateau over your head. And once women had listened,got a job in Tesco and stopped cooking then men took it up and amazed us all with their.Art,became TV stars,and it wasnt drudgery after all.
Of the different issues and problems affecting society today, I’d put this one pretty close to the bottom. No fu*ks to give today or tomorrow.
If there is one thing that is problematic about women it is that they take themselves too seriously.
Men, on the other hand, know they are expendable.