non-fiction of the fifties and sixties

A Woebot-style post with a good few images…

I know these designs have been hijacked by “hauntologists” like Belbury Poly but I still love the designs. They conjur up many times spent browsing in charity shops for me, but also hark back to a time when there was a commitment to making accessible, modernist educative texts available as mass-market paperbacks. I’m sure I am being overly romantic, but I would still hazard a guess at the relative merits of bookshops in fifty years ago and now. Sex scenes and racial diversity excepted, perhaps.

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Vance Packard was I guess one of the first people to look at the abuse of psychology in the service of capitalism. His “Hidden Persuaders” is fascinating look at the early days of the advertising industry and its manufacturing of desires. “The Waste Makers” examines planned obsolescence – one of the glaring faults of capitalism – paying people to ensure that things break after a certain period of time so that they have to buy a new one and keep the merry go round of commodities circulating.

J.A.C Brown gets into the nuts and bolts of psychological manipulation in politics and religion.

I’ve only just picked up the Brian Jackson, so can’t comment on that yet.

Alan Watts brings eastern mysticism to the masses, with admittedly mixed results. (See also Liber AAA: The Art of Anarchic Artha by The Out of Order Order)

And finally Ellic Howe produces one of the few useful books on the occult. These days there is a whole industry based around the “secret occult rituals” of the Nazis much of which is complete tosh (see especially Trevor Ravenscroft’s “Spear of Destiny” which claims Hitler started World War Two to get his hands on the spear which pierced Christ’s side whilst he was on the cross. Large chunks of it are based on testimony gained through the use of hallucinogens from what I can recall). All of this serves to mystify nazism and to suggest that its effects are somehow the result of supernatural forces – something which is of course very attractive to fascists.

Howe on the other hand documents the actual use of occult material in World War Two – for example the allies producing fake astrological charts for key Nazi personnel which would highlight some serious personality defects and predict their downfall – these were then circulated to German troops and citizens to demoralise them.

Everything except Howe’s tome is a classic Pelican design – work done for the non-fiction subsidiary of Penguin. Penguin’s fiction covers of the time have been pretty effectively recycled at t-shirts and mugs and whatnot (and so lost their impact?) but the non-fiction is perhaps a little less glamorous. There’s a nice collection here on flickr, but maybe people reading this can post up their own favourites if they have any?

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The election of two BNP MEPs in the European elections has propelled the party onto the national stage and initiated a debate about why they’re achieving historically unprecedented results (or in some cases, even whether they are doing so), what is driving their recent performances and crucially, how they may be stopped and what the lefts role is in this – in a nutshell what our relation to anti-fascism is and should be in today’s conditions.

There is one question that is not being asked though – is anti-fascism the answer to the BNP?

via butchersapron – MatBlog.

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I AM NOT THE REAL KID SHIRT: NURSE WITH WOUND WITH CRICKET FLANNELS.

nice take on Professor Stapleton over at Kek’s.

The cartoon suggestion reminds me of all those great pieces by the Runciter Corporation in Gneurosis (for example Boyd Rice as Dennis The Mennis getting a slippering off his Dad for “throwing out christ and bringing back Thor”).

Some personal musings on industrial obsessives in a little while…

“clash” report

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“I…I CAN’T,” Eden wept, shaking like a lone beanpole in the wind, skewered into the soil of the ALLOTMENT OF WRETCHEDNESS. “I…I’m FRIT,” he whined. “The decks…I fear them!” And, that said, he ran into the toilet, issuing an ear-piercing, chilling ‘WAAAHHHHH!!!”. It sounded like a gang of demented 3-year old girls, joyriding an SPG van. If they’d just been knocked off their tricycles, moments before. On crack.

via NOT THE REAL BEYOND THE iMPLODE.

smashing phallic imperialism in Norfolk

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We headed off for some more tent-related fun after Camp Bestival. The original plan was to go to Wales, but the reports of gale force winds and torrential rain dampened the spirits of even the sturdiest in our crew. Needless to say this isn’t really my bag – last year’s experience on the Isles of Scilly was enough to put me off the outdoor life, for, ah, life.

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But we thwarted the weather by driving to the other side of the country. There were ten of us and I was one of two blokes present. Which actually suits me fine, you get any more men than that and there is a serious danger that you’ll get embroiled in conversations about cars and football and A-roads and how camping is a bit like going back to being a caveman and shit like that.

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Talking about the weather is allowed, though, right? Especially as the atmospheric conditions conspired to produce a plague of ladybirds throughout our stay. Apparently that freaked some people right out, but it’s hard to think of a cuter insect and much better than gale force winds and torrential rain, so I don’t have much sympathy myself.

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Nearest town of any size was Cromer, which has and olde worlde seaside vibe to it. Good for just arseing about and eating chips and getting drenched in the odd downpour and all that. The kind of thing you know that children will remember fondly and there are few things more important than that.

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Plus a bit of crabbing (squid is your best bait, don’t be palmed off with rancid bacon) and crab races back into the sea. It was proper relaxing stuff in fact, with no trace of any subcultural activity to distract me…

Until I saw this bookshop and wandered in… They had some pretty surprising stuff in there – lots of political books and African history and not a bad music section. And most strangely of all, a massive box of copies of the sixties libertarian socialist Solidarity magazine up by the counter, for 6 quid a pop. Which was pretty impressive but a little bit more than I wanted to pay. (I imagine someone will scan them all in and upload them at some point anyway.) They didn’t have the Solidarity pamphlet I’m after, inevitably.

I find the idea of old commies holed up in seaside bookshops to be strangely attractive. There was another shop on the other side of the road which seemed to specialise in sporting memorabilia and christian books. I wondered whether the respective owners waged a covert war against each other out of season, perhaps inserting leaflets into their rivals shelves…

I did pick up:

  • Fred and Judy Vermorel – The Sex Pistols (the 2nd edition with the stuff about King Mob at the end)
  • Brian Jackson – Working Class Community (Pelican, 1968 – one of those paperbacks with the blue spines which are everywhere and generally pretty good).
  • and an issue of Radical America magazine from the late 80s.

Radical America also started off in the sixties and seems to be something to do with the Students for a Democratic Society (SDS). Not bad for a couple of quid, lots of photos (including the one at the top of this post) and some interesting but slightly bonkers articles on “the politics of drag” and a look at a feminist group whose most interesting activity seemed to be going out en masse to a bikers’ pub to “reclaim” it. And actually quite a good cartoon strip in which a women’s misgivings about their experience of sexual liberation and feminism.

The whole thing smacks a little of not quite getting over the end of the sixties (for example in a piece concerning films about the Vietnam war). Radical America has an impressive archive here.

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If you have read this far you may be interested in their 1984 issue on punk and hip hop, which came about when a (gasp!) young person wrote to them and asked why they were still harping on about Bob Dylan and not covering what was happening at the time.

I don’t think we really smashed phallic imperialism all that much in Norfolk, although we did have some brief conversations about the politics of drag and feminism around the campfire after a few mugs of wine.

It’s good to think about these issues but it’s never really my main focus and I am a bit wary of “identity politics” (but then I would be, wouldn’t I, what with me being a white middle aged european man with a penis?). It’s quite difficult to translate those sorts of discussions into anything meaningful outside of an activist ghetto. Ultimately it can lead to all sorts of ludicrous specialist language, and feuding which is so insular it is actually hilarious.

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mp3 of the radio show on Saturday is below.

Thanks to Mr Mugwump for hosting.

Nice to hear the selection from 10-20 and to bump into Thorsten who runs his label – Highpoint Lowlife.

Droid on form as ever (stick to music, mate. I am afraid you will never make it as a swingball player…). Two mixes – some very special ambient material forthcoming on The Fear (including new Naphta tracks) and some junglist brock out business later on.

http://www.exoticpylon.com

Droid on Resonance FM tonight

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Thanks to everyone who came down to the Big Chill house, it was a top night and an absolute pleasure to see Droid unleashing a raggatastic selection.

Droid will also be appearing on the Exotic Pylon radio show on Resonance FM tonight (9:30-11pm). Tune in for some exclusive mixage of forthcoming releases.

reminder: Big Chill House Thursday 13th August

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Just a quick reminder about this now it’s fallen off the front page.

FREE session on Thursday with Droid coming over all the way from Dublin to nice up the place.

Needless to say, Martin is stoking up the fires of rivalry over at NOT THE REAL BEYOND THE iMPLODE: 7″ interruption: ADVERTISEMENT – DJ CLASH, 13 AUGUST. And I suppose young Droid might feel he has something to prove, what with it being the big city and all…

Click on the flyer for full details – hope to see you there!

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Tim Wells – Rougher Yet (Donut Press, 2009)

Another collection of poetry from Stoke Newington resident and ex-Blagger Tim Wells. Covers reggae, life in the London Borough of Hackney and much more besides. You don’t see me write about poetry much, eh? Maybe I like this because of its punky approach and an almost perfect meshing with things I do write about…

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J Gottlieb & T Linehan (eds.) – The Culture of Fascism: Visions of the Far Right in Britain (I B Taurius, 2004)

Wordy but still readable collection of academic pieces examining the cultural side of Oswald Mosley’s British Union of Fascists. Did you know that uber fascist Arnold Leese used to cuss them for not being anti-semitic enough? Apparently he used to refer to them as the British Jewnion of Fascists.

The pieces here are variable, but there are some nice bits on the BUF’s evolution (and ideological opportunism – racism and anti-semitism as tactics when it suited them). Also lots of quotations from fash journals with them getting hot under the collar about the degeneration of culture and wanking themselves senseless about “the new fascist man” and “purfying the nation”.

Most interesting for me were the bizarre approaches to jazz. On the one hand “primitive native jew tunes with only that jumble of rhythm once associated with the half-civilised” which aimed to sap the vitality of gentiles and make them more likely to succumb to jewish domination. One the other hand, the BUF advertised its own “aryan” or “de-Judaised” jazz bands at social events.

Overall this book confirms my impression that fascist approaches to culture are essentially composed of outrage at decadence mixed up with an incredibly repressed need for “purity”. Which possibly explains why modern manifestations like the output of the BNP’s godawful record label are so hilariously awful.

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Martin James – Fatboy Slim: Funk Soul Brother (Sanctuary Publishing, 2002)
I never even knew there was a book about Fatboy Slim until I saw this on the shelf in my local charity shop. James also wrote the first book on jungle (“State of Bass”) which is very good. As regular readers will know, I enjoyed big beat and Mr Slim’s DJ sets very much, so this was a nice surprise.

Unfortunately this isn’t really much cop. Partly this is because it’s an unofficial biog, based on press clippings (many of which I was alarmed to find I could remember from the time) and interviews with some of Norm’s colleagues and mates. But because Quentin/Norm/Fatboy is so nice there is no real scandal here, which means we are left with the story of a good bloke who likes his tunes and a good time being in some bands and playing a lot of records.

There are a lot of deviations to up the wordcount. For example about the single most interesting thing in the book is that Norm’s parents are adherents of Oahspe and that he was brought up with that belief system and still finds it useful today. Unfortunately there is virtually nothing about what actual impact this has had on his life or family, instead we get 3 boring pages explaining the belief system and its origins. There are similar deviations explaining both early hip hop and the group Massive Attack.

You’d be better off listening to this whilst reading this.