By Terry Eagleton at The Nation (12.02.2007). Reviews Barbara Ehrenreich, Dancing in the Streets : A History of Collective Joy, Metropolitan Books, January :
In the end, Dancing in the Streets is not just a history of festivity,
one that packs a remarkable amount into its relatively slim compass, but a
timely political meditation. Ehrenreich has no Sound of Music illusions
that "hand-holding or choral dancing will bring world peace and environmental
healing." Indeed, she rightly sees that "festivities have served at times to
befuddle or becalm their celebrants." Yet the absence of such communal
affirmation in our cutthroat, atomistic social orders is profoundly disquieting.
The French Situationist Guy Debord described late capitalism as the society of
the spectacle but also as a society without festivals. One of the few poor
parodies of a community on offer today is the family, which as Ehrenreich
scornfully observes represents an evolutionary regression: "Humans had the wit
and generosity to reach out to unrelated others; hominids huddled with their
kin." The more the United States slaughters complete strangers, the more the
word "family" becomes a choked sob in its throat.
There are, to be sure, other manufactured forms of community available. In
Britain, one of the most noxious is known as the monarchy. In the United States
there is a mythical entity known as "America"--a word used far more often in the
country than, say, "Wales" is in Wales or "Italy" is in Italy. Above all, of
course, there is nationalism, which next to religion is the most powerful,
successful form of communality ever invented.
The publicity material for this book speaks of it obtusely as a "deeply
optimistic study." (It also refers to men and women united in "joy and
exhalation," perhaps with the idea of passing around a joint in mind.) This is
not, quite properly, an optimistic book. For all its grave anxieties, however,
it ends on a mutedly positive note. For a traditional combination of festival
and political militancy has raised its head again in our own time, and its name
is the antiglobalization movement. Whatever other complaints one may have about
it, it doesn't lack a sense of humor. And whatever qualities one might praise in
the Jacobins or Bolsheviks, a sensuous joy in life is certainly not among them.
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