#TomWolfe
#MasteroftheUniverse
त्यांच्या लेखनातील कित्येक गोष्टी समजत नसल्यातरी मी टॉम वूल्फ यांना गेली जवळ जवळ २५वर्षे फॉलो केले होते. त्यांचे जे लेखन वाचायला मिळायचे ते वाचायचो. विशेषतः त्यांचे लेख.
त्यांची कादंबरी मात्र फक्त एकच वाचली आहे "The Bonfire of the Vanities", १९८७....मी कधीच त्यांचा मास्टर ऑफ द युनिव्हर्स होऊ शकणार नव्हतो, ना माझे ते कधी ध्येय होते.
माझ्या २०-२५वर्षाच्या कॉर्पोरेट करिअर मध्ये अशी अनेक पुरुष , क्वचित स्त्री, ज्यांच्या कडे बघून मास्टर ऑफ द युनिव्हर्स आठवायचे....आजही अनेक मास्टर ऑफ द युनिव्हर्स दिसतात....
Artist : Kathryn Rathke, 1843 Magazine, May 2018
#MasteroftheUniverse
त्यांच्या लेखनातील कित्येक गोष्टी समजत नसल्यातरी मी टॉम वूल्फ यांना गेली जवळ जवळ २५वर्षे फॉलो केले होते. त्यांचे जे लेखन वाचायला मिळायचे ते वाचायचो. विशेषतः त्यांचे लेख.
त्यांची कादंबरी मात्र फक्त एकच वाचली आहे "The Bonfire of the Vanities", १९८७....मी कधीच त्यांचा मास्टर ऑफ द युनिव्हर्स होऊ शकणार नव्हतो, ना माझे ते कधी ध्येय होते.
माझ्या २०-२५वर्षाच्या कॉर्पोरेट करिअर मध्ये अशी अनेक पुरुष , क्वचित स्त्री, ज्यांच्या कडे बघून मास्टर ऑफ द युनिव्हर्स आठवायचे....आजही अनेक मास्टर ऑफ द युनिव्हर्स दिसतात....
"....The world was upside down. What was he, a Master of the
Universe, doing down here on the floor, reduced to ransacking his brain for
white lies to circumvent the sweet logic of his wife? The Masters of the
Universe were a set of lurid, rapacious plastic dolls that his otherwise
perfect daughter liked to play with. They looked like Norse gods who lifted
weights, and they had names such as Dracon, Ahor, Mangelred, and Blutong. They
were unusually vulgar, even for plastic toys. Yet one fine day, in a fit of
euphoria, after he had picked up the telephone and taken an order for
zero-coupon bonds that had brought him a $50,000 commission, just like that,
this very phrase had bubbled up into his brain. On Wall Street he and a few
others—how many?—three hundred, four hundred, five hundred?—had become
precisely that…Masters of the Universe. There was…no limit whatsoever!
Naturally he had never so much as whispered this phrase to a living soul. He
was no fool. Yet he couldn’t get it out of his head. And here was the Master of
the Universe, on the floor with a dog, hog-tied by sweetness, guilt, and
logic…Why couldn’t he (being a Master of the Universe) simply explain it to her?
Look, Judy, I still love you and I love our daughter and I love our home and I
love our life, and I don’t want to change any of it—it’s just that I, a Master
of the Universe, a young man still in the season of the rising sap, deserve
more from time to time, when the spirit moves me—...."
त्यांचा आवडता विषय होता दुसऱ्या महायुद्धानंतर सुबत्ता आलेला अमेरिकन समाज... भारतात अशी सुबत्ता मध्यमवर्गाकडे १९९० नंतर आली आहे पण दुर्दैवाने भारतात टॉम वूल्फ नाहीत.
त्यांची माझी आवडती एक दोन अवतरणे वाचा:
"In Democracy in America, Tocqueville (the inevitable and
ubiquitous Tocqueville) saw the American sense of equality itself as disrupting
the stream, which he called “time’s pattern”: “Not only does democracy make
each man forget his ancestors, it hides his descendants from him, and divides
him from his contemporaries; it continually turns him back into himself, and
threatens, at last, to enclose him entirely in the solitude of his own heart.”
A grim prospect to the good Alexis de T.—but what did he know about . . . Let’s
talk about Me!
Tocqueville’s idea of modern man lost “in the solitude of his own heart”
has been brought forward into our time in such terminology as alienation
(Marx), anomie (Durkheim), the mass man (Ortega y Gasset), and the
lonely crowd (Riesman). The picture is always of a creature uprooted by
industrialism, packed together in cities with people he doesn’t know, helpless
against massive economic and political shifts—in short, a creature like Charlie
Chaplin in Modern Times, a helpless, bewildered, and dispirited slave to
the machinery. This victim of modern times has always been a most appealing
figure to intellectuals, artists, and architects. The poor devil so obviously
needs us to be his Engineers of the Soul, to use a term popular in the
Soviet Union in the 1920s. We will pygmalionize this sad lump of clay into a homo
novus, a New Man, with a new philosophy, a new aesthetics, not to mention
new Bauhaus housing and furniture.
But once the dreary little bastards started getting money in the 1940s,
they did an astonishing thing—they took their money and ran. They did something
only aristocrats (and intellectuals and artists) were supposed to do—they
discovered and started doting on Me! They’ve created the greatest age of
individualism in American history! All rules are broken! The prophets are out
of business! Where the Third Great Awakening will lead—who can presume to say?
One only knows that the great religious waves have a momentum all their own.
Neither arguments nor policies nor acts of the legislature have been any match
for them in the past. And this one has the mightiest, holiest roll of all, the
beat that goes . . . Me . . . Me . . . . Me . . . Me . . ."
अमेरिकन लोकशाही
"“I have never wanted to cover politics, except in Caribbean
countries. The United States is so stable that political victories consist of
minor variations. Our government is like a train on a track, and there are
people on the right-hand side and on the left screaming at the train. But the
train has no choice: it’s on a track! It just keeps going. And it’s really
quite marvellous how stable that situation is. You can’t suddenly have
parliament deciding there has to be an election.
And when the most unbelievable things happen, there’s no
backlash. For example, when Richard Nixon was forced out of office, he really
had no choice. Now did a junta rise up? No. Were there any
demonstrations by Republicans? No. I don’t even know of anybody throwing a
brick through a saloon window – [even] a drunk Republican. Everybody, like me,
sat back and watched it on TV. It was an event on television...nothing really.”"
"Our government is like a train on a track, and there are
people on the right-hand side and on the left screaming at the train. But the
train has no choice: it’s on a track! It just keeps going. And it’s really
quite marvellous how stable that situation is."... तुम्ही ठरवा आपल्या लोकशाहीचे गेल्या सत्तर वर्षात काय झालय ते...
