Every so often, the French like to scare themselves. They convince themselves that the political consensus of the past six decades is about to be torn apart. This year is no different.
A month ago, the opinion polls suggested that Marine Le Pen and the far-Right had an outside chance of taking power in the presidential election. Either the polls were wrong or French voters gave themselves a pleasing frisson of fear and then drew back: President Emmanuel Macron, a reformist apostle of the French-European status quo, won by 17 points. Now some suggest that the hard-Left leader Jean-Luc Mélenchon — anti-EU, anti-Nato, anti-market, long-time defender of Vladimir Putin, admirer of Maximilien Robespierre — could become prime minister after the parliamentary elections on June 12 and 19.
Could he? In theory, yes. Will he?
The overwhelming probability is that French voters will do what they have always done since the present electoral system began in 1965. They will give a working majority, or at least the biggest bloc of seats in the National Assembly, to the newly elected, or re-elected, President of the Republic.
All the same, something new and strange is undeniably happening in French politics. The anti-establishment Mélenchon has surged to a position of apparent strength one month after the rise and fall of the anti-establishment Le Pen. This is not an aberration. It is a logical consequence of the redrawing of the political frontiers in France which began with the last election, in 2017.
After seven decades in which broad blocs on the Right and Left alternated in power and governed in roughly the same way, France has split into three internally quarrelsome political tribes. There is a consensual, reformist, pro-market, pro-European, pro-Nato “Centre”, dominated by Emmanuel Macron but embraced by moderate parts of the old governing parties of centre-Right and centre-Left. There is a nationalist-populist, Eurosceptic and Islamophobic Right, divided between supporters of Le Pen, her unsuccessful challenger Eric Zemmour, and the harder end of the collapsing Gaullist or centre-Right party, Les Républicains. And now, on the Left, four tribes long poisonously divided have been brought together by Mélenchon under a single radical banner to fight the parliamentary elections and — he insists — form the next government.
This alliance is called Nouvelle Union Populaire Economique et Sociale, or NUPES. It embraces Mélenchon’s hard-Left movement La France Insoumise, the Greens, the Communists and what remains of France’s other collapsing former “party of government”, the Socialists. Rather than idealism or any deep, common conviction that they can form a government next month, the cement which holds these mutually loathing groups together is financial need and cynicism. French political parties are financed by the taxpayer to the tune of about €66 million a year. Those state subsidies are doled out according to the number of votes and seats won in parliamentary elections (€1.42 a year for each vote and €37,280 for each deputy).
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SubscribeThis entire article can be summarized with one of the most basic axioms of political science: “the candidate closest to the center wins.”
Macron won because he siphoned off a portion of the Right (I’m so sick of the term Far-Right) and the Left (how come it’s never called Far-Left?) to add to his pool of rather politically-disengaged, go-along-get-along, don’t-make-me-think-too-much voters that occupy the center in every republic on Earth.
“(I’m so sick of the term Far-Right) and the Left (how come it’s never called Far-Left?)”
Well said.
The ‘pool of rather politically disengaged’ favour Macron’s Far Centre. A single Left/Right political axis is increasingly insufficient.
From the Odes, Epigrams, & Further Sonnets, by Richard Craven:-
XXIV
Sonnet Concerning a Banlieue
Ivry-sur-Seine is difficult to love.
The revolution’s curdled here; St Just
has loaned his name to the tabac. Above,
the chimneys belch their Promethean dust
into the cold hard blank November sky.
The matchstick men from Mali and Algiers
trudge past the concrete cake mix, and the pie
of unfinished apartment blocks. No tears
were shed for beauty, no Lautréamont
has milked this abscess for its clotted crème.
La France Soumise spunked dry for Mélenchon’s
bijou apartment in the 10ième:
Versailles’ most elegantly velvet fist
replaced the Marquis with a communist.
What a wonderful evocation, thank you.
Thanks, that’s very much appreciated. I’ve spent a couple of weekends in Ivry with friends who live there. The local tabac really does have St Just’s name over the door.
I can almost smell the absinthe and Disque Bleu!
I trust you won’t mind my asking if you’re of the French persuasion yourself?
Almost, but not quite, even after three score years and ten.
Cryptique! I lived in Paris for a short period about ten years ago, and have sort of kept up my subfluent and now rather rusty French. A few years ago I wrote the sonnet below, which is an extended metaphor for my mounting ennui as I approached the end of a project to write 155 sonnets (i.e. one more than Shakespeare). It’s been published twice, in the French Literary Review and in The Hypertexts.
……….
From the Sonnets, Mostly Bristolian, by Richard Craven
Sonnet 141
Après avoir ces cent quarante écrits,
je suis épuisé et me considère
une langue craquée léchante, dedans, un puits
empli d’une boue visqueuse, d’une croûte grossière.
Il en reste quinze encore, coincés, cachés:
des crapauds rotants que les murs moussus
font résonner. Enfin, bloquée, fâchée,
la langue, toute sèche et vulgaire devenue,
va bifurquer, et désormais siffler.
Chaque midi, pour un instant, le soleil
éclaire cette vie grimpante – viens regarder!
Voilà en bas, frétillante et vermeille,
la langue, les crapauds fugitifs, la chasse
avant que l’ombre couvre la disgrâce.
Imagine no EU John. It’s easy if you try.
France isn’t a querulous country. To think that wanting a counter-power to Macron is not a revolt.It is a salutary democratic act. But it seems that John Lichfield’s glasses do not allow to observe this.