I read Empire of Capital in the immediate aftermath of the US invasion of Iraq to gain a better understanding of 21st century imperialism. That led to The Origin of Capitalism and, eventually, her volumes on the history of political theory. She was a lucid writer and a rigorous, even heterodox, thinker.
One of the great femmes fatales. She was even tougher in Too Late for Tears.
The first novel by Stone that I read was Dog Soldiers, which some readers nominate as his most accomplished work. Over the next year I read Hall of Mirrors, Outerbridge Reach, A Flag for Sunrise, and Children of Light. I’ve never taught his fiction but I used Prime Green, a truly immersive memoir of the 60s, for HUM470: American Autobiography. Finding himself in a crowd with Jack Kerouac, he noted that Jack tended to respond to requests for cigarettes with the irritated rhetorical question, “Why don’t you buy your own smokes?”. My perception of Stone was of someone who was haunted, fragile, and willful. He was remanded to an orphanage when his mother was institutionalized. He went to sea. He worked as a reporter. His writing focused almost completely on the US and US Americans– yet you couldn’t with any justice deem him a nationalist.
“I have come to believe that language, a line of print, say, is capable of inhabiting the imagination far more intensely than any picture, however doctored. The same principle applies to the novel, if it works. No Hollywood flick, no movie of any provenance, can ever provide an experience of the battle of Borodino as intense as that provided in Tolstoy’s pages. Descriptive language supplies deeper penetration, attaches itself to the rods and cones of interior perception, to a greater degree than a recovered or remembered image. Language is the process that lashes experience to the intellect” (Prime Green 133).
Havens’s cover of Billie Holiday’s “God Bless the Child”:
A key figure in the rise of neoliberalism, Margaret Thatcher, died just a few days ago. For many British people her policies represented the betrayal of a basic social contract devoted to social welfare in place since the 2nd World War. Here is Elvis Costello’s “Tramp the Dirt Down,” recorded live in 1989, one of many pop songs criticizing Thatcher.