Ramparts came to mind unexpectedly while I was reading S.N.
Behrman’s Conversation with Max
(Hamish Hamilton, 1960). In the final chapter, “The Last Civilized Voice,”
Behrman writes of Beerbohm: “Max shied away from lunacy not only in its violent
forms but also in its milder forms, one of them being utopianism.”
Immediately
I thought of the cover of the April 1970 issue of Ramparts which proclaims “Utopia Now!” I was two months from
graduating from high school but even I could see the lunacy of such an infantile
demand. The cover was keyed to an unreadable text by the Marxist crank Herbert
Marcuse, a briefly influential busybody and father of “repressive tolerance.” Few
think of Beerbohm as a sophisticated political thinker but most of us can agree
that concerted striving after utopia is a one-way street to the Gulag. Behrman
continues:
“‘Good sense
about trivialities is better than nonsense about things that matter,’ he once
said. He had a horror of utopians, a suspicion of ‘big ideas.’ Some of Shaw’s
writings bored him, because they were impressments into what he called ‘the
strait-jacket of panacea.’ The effort to force men into this strait-jacket had
caused untold misery and suffering to the human race, he thought. . . . For
Max, even to take oneself entirely seriously was a form of insanity.”
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