Old Joe
two hours of drilling and scraping, and three days of "paradise in pill form." I guess the glory days of psychotropic convalescence are over.
Literature will suffer for it. Do you ever notice how many great novels and short stories were written while the author was "recuperating" from some dread disease or horrid accident? Last week, for instance, I was reading the journals of the French Nobel Prize-winner Roger Martin du Gard, who was hospitalized for months after he was almost killed in a car crash in 1931. "I was mired in these perplexities," he later wrote, "when, all of a sudden, the idea came to me to write a modern drama. My last weeks at the clinic were devoted to this obsession: I settled on all my characters and built, scene by scene, a precise scenario for Un Taciturne, which allowed me to write the drama, in one burst, in less than three months."
Yeah, yeah, "all of a sudden." Don't tell me that Martin du Gard?the slowest and most painstaking writer of his generation?didn't have a little something to loosen his hand. Not that I claim to be Martin du Gard or D.H. Lawrence or Katherine Mansfield. But it would have been nice to have girded myself with a bit more pharmacological armor before entering the field of battle against a mouthful of stitches and plaster and blood.
On the other hand, maybe drugs spring to mind only because last week saw the most bedspin-inducingly stupid drug "study" to have come out in years. Columbia University's Center on Addiction and Substance Abuse (CASA) made the astonishing discovery that there's a correlation between adolescent drinking and drug use on the one hand, and sex on the other. One's first thought was: Duh. One's second thought was: Who the hell paid money to find that out?
It came as no surprise to hear that the president of CASA is Joe Califano, the Johnson-administration hack (and Carter-administration secretary of Health, Education and Welfare) who quit his four-pack-a-day habit sometime in the mid-1970s. I'll grant that Califano is entertaining on the subject of smoking. He likes to recount that of those four packs, three would be regular, and one menthol?to numb the pain in his throat that came from smoking four packs a day.
But Califano has always seemed keen to provide more evidence that a New Deal Democrat is merely a Mussolini-ite who swallows his words. As soon as he quit smoking, he decided to devote his considerable energies to assuring that no one ever smoked another cigarette anywhere, ever again. That's what Califano does for a living to this day. The designated quotemeister anytime anyone sues a V.A. hospital, he gets paid hundreds of thousands a year to nag people about their habit.
But lowly tobacco apparently provides too little scope for the man who helped shepherd Johnson's domestic policy program through Congress. Now he's onto sex and drugs. According to one wire account of the CASA study, "All in all, 63 percent of teen-agers who use alcohol have had sex, compared with 26 percent of teens who don't drink. About 72 percent of teens who use drugs have had sex compared with 36 percent who don't use drugs."
What can I say? That's certainly why we used drugs.
Perhaps the blame lies with Texas. Texans are always bragging about how different they are from other Americans, and perhaps we should take them at their word. The state's oil dependence certainly causes its economic interests to diverge from the rest of the country's. As in Louisiana and Oklahoma, high times in Dallas mean unemployment in New Hampshire; empty office buildings in Houston mean gas is cheap and life is good in California.
But whether the cause is economic or cultural, Texas has a habit of sending onto the national stage these shooting stars of statewide politics?Lyndon Johnson, Ralph Yarborough, Jim Hightower, John Connally, Phil Gramm?whom the country at large comes to loathe on closer acquaintance. The presumptive Republican nominee is the latest in that line.
God knows what Sheehy means by "normative." (Normal, maybe?) But by "conservative," she seems to be implying that there's something conservative about small-town American hypocrisy?which indeed there is. There has always been a strong family resemblance between Hillary and the sanctimonious, Bible-waving bitches who populate the work of every early-century Midwestern novelist from Sherwood Anderson to Sinclair Lewis. It's this that Sheehy is seizing on, trying to show that when Hillary, for instance, speaks out against her husband's Don't-Ask-Don't-Tell policy, she's engaging in the conservative tradition of hypocrisy. It's the Harper Valley PTA in reverse.