SECTION 1
CULTURE AND ECONOMICS
CHAPTER 1
Post-Postmodernism
PERIODIZING THE â80S: THE CULTURAL LOGIC OF ECONOMIC PRIVATIZATION IN THE US
Any political philosophy must turn on the analysis of capitalism and the ways it has developed. âGILLES DELEUZE, Negotiations
How Soon Is Now?
After the economic meltdown of fall 2008, it may have seemed for a moment like the era of unbridled faith in free-market or neoliberal capitalism was waning. When the US government orchestrated huge bailouts of the private sector, it might have seemed logical that the slick era of âsmall government and big business,â born in the Reagan 1980s and intensified through the Clinton â90s, was definitively over and that we were on the verge of a retooled era of mid-twentieth-century Keynesianism. When Paul Krugman can wonder out loud in the New York Times magazine, âHow Did Economists Get It So Wrong?,â youâd almost have to conclude that, more than a decade into the new millennium, 1980s-style neoliberalism was soon to be a discredited thing of the past.
This of course turned out to be wishful thinking, or at least sadly mistakenâneoliberal capitalism was temporarily discredited, maybe, but is hardly a thing of the past. In the wake of the bailouts, the budget and debt battles in the US were fought and won not by liberal Keynesians offering a government-backed New Deal 2.0, but by free-market conservatives who take their neoliberal mantras directly from the 1980s book of Reagan: âGovernment is not the solution to our problems; government is the problem,â as Reagan infamously put it in his 1981 inauguration speech. Likewise, what we saw in the financial meltdowns and the budget-cutting debates that followed were not really changes of course or swerves away from market dictates at allâquite the contrary. What you see when you see a government bailout of private industries is not so much the beginning of a brave, new socialism, but simply the other shoe dropping: with the privatization of wealth on a massive scale comes the socialization of risk on an almost unthinkable scale, $1.2 trillion of what amounts to âsuccess insuranceâ loaned out to private companies in public, taxpayer funds.1 Ultimately, these bailouts were not the abandonment of free-market ideology, but simply the other face of the privatized, free-market coin weâve become so familiar with since the 1980s.
Indeed, it feels a lot like the 1980s both economically and culturally these days. Even the fashion and entertainment segments of CNN are â80s saturated: the hottest new radio format is âall â80s,â with several stations having gone from the ratings cellar to number one in about the time it takes to play the extended dance remix of âTainted Love.â On the fashion front, the runways and malls are filled with â80s-style fashionsâI recently saw a designer-ripped T-shirt that said, somewhat confusedly, âKiss Me, Iâm Punk,â and the skinny tie has made its inevitable comeback. All kinds of diverse media (from Iron and Wineâs post-postmodern cover of New Orderâs 1984 âLove Vigilantesâ to Hollywood fare like Hot Tub Time Machine and Wall Street 2) stocks our collective iPad with reminders that we both have and havenât come a long way since the 1980s. But, as always, the real confirmation comes in the TV commercials: Joe Jackson urges us to Taco Bell âOne More Time,â while the Clash add rebellious street cred to the Nissan Rogue. I swear not long ago I heard the Smiths, whose myopic â80s anthems to frustration were perhaps second only to American Music Club for their sheer misery quotient, playing over an upbeat commercial for a sport utility vehicle.
While the return of the â80s is hardly surprisingâhow long could the nostalgia industry keep recycling â70s hip-huggers?âit remains a decade with something of a PR problem. Put most bluntly or economically, the â80s are haunted by the specter of Gordon Gekkoâs âGreed is goodâ speech in the 1987 film Wall Street. Itâs difficult for the â80s to shake its reputation as the decade in which self-interested capitalism went utterly mad; indeed, itâs hard to imagine the â80s without conjuring up pictures of cocaine-addled yuppie scum with slicked-back hair and suspenders, floating worthless junk bonds to finance leveraged buyouts (LBOs) that callously ravaged what was left of âgood jobsâ in industrial America. Mary Harronâs 2000 film version of Bret Easton Ellisâs 1991 American Psycho cannily tries to replay some of the madness of the 1980sâthe kind of madness thoroughly documented in Bryan Burrough and John Helyarâs Barbarians at the Gate, on the mother of all LBOs, 1988âs KKR hostile takeover of RJR Nabisco.
The â80s, in short, was the decade when the dictates of the market became a kind of secular monotheism in the US, thereby opening the door to the now-ubiquitous âcorporatizationâ of large sectors of American life: welfare, media, public works, prisons, and education. In fact, such a market dictatorship, honed in the many palace coups that were â80s LBOs, has become the dominant logic not only of the US economy, but of the fast-moving phenomenon known as âglobalization.â Downsize, outsource, keep the stock price highâthose are the dictates of the new global version of corporate Survivor.
Indeed, it seems clear that the American TV hit Survivor and its clone shows can be dubbed ârealityâ television only if weâre willing to admit that reality has become nothing other than a series of outtakes from an endless corporate training exerciseâwith the dictates of â80s management theory (individualism, excellence, downsizing) having somehow become âthe real.â In fact, the exotic, âprimitiveâ physical locations of Survivor argue none too subtly for the naturalization and universalization of these corporate strategies. Watching Survivor, it seems as if GEâs corporate template for the â80sââeliminating 104,000 of its 402,000-person workforce (through layoffs or sales of divisions) in the period 1980â90â (Jensen 2000, 38)âhad somehow become the way of nature. In the end, Survivorâs âtribal councilâ functions simply as a corporate board, demanding regular trimming of the workforce, until finally the board gets to award a tidy executive bonus of $1 millionâwith all decisions along the way having been made according to an economistâs notion of subjectivity, what Michael Jensen has dubbed the âresourceful, evaluative, maximizing models of human behaviorâ (194).
On further reflection, then, maybe itâs not so much that the â80s are back culturally, but that they never went anywhere economically: the downsizing and layoff mania of the â80sâdesigned to drive up stock prices and impose market discipline on corporate managersâhas now simply become business and cultural orthodoxy, standard operating procedure. Following Survivorâs lead, one might call it âreality,â a rock of the real as tailor-made for the boom cycles as it is explanatory of the bust cycles that inevitably follow them. Less dramatically, one could say that the economic truisms of the â80s remain a kind of sound track for today, the relentless beat playing behind the eye candy of our new corporate worldâa world thatâs been shocked by recent downturns, but one that has hardly abandoned the monotheistic faith that markets are the baseline of freedom, justice, and all things good in the world, for so-called liberals and conservatives alike. For a concise version of this mantra, one need look no further than Barack Obamaâs remarks in the summer of 2008: âI am a pro-growth, free market guy. I love the market. I think it is the best invention to allocate resources and produce enormous prosperity for America or the world thatâs ever been designed.â
This across-the-board and continuing acceptance of â80s-style market principles is, it seems to me, one of the primary reasons why one might want to âperiodizeâ the â80s, to steal a phrase from Fredric Jameson. Because to periodize the recent past is, of course, simultaneously to periodize the present: to begin figuring out how the cultural, political, and economic axioms of today (mandates only beginning to take shadowy shape) are related to the axioms of yesterday (mandates on which we should presumably have a better theoretical handle).
At this point, the reader might wonder how, why, or even if Jamesonâs work offers us a privileged path forward, insofar as todayâs postmodern materialists of the neo-Deleuzian variety tend to think of Jameson as someone dedicated to an old-fashionedâbeen there, done thatâmethodology: namely, dialectics. Well, like Foucaultâs nagging historical questions concerning power and exploitation (as he insists in his âIntellectuals and Powerâ dialogue with Deleuze, it took the entire nineteenth century for us to get a handle on what exploitation was, and surely it will have taken the twentieth and some chunk of the twenty-first before we have any workable sense of what âpowerâ is), I wonder whether a certain positive Jamesonian itinerary surrounding the work of historicization or periodization remains unexplored or underexploited. We all know about dialectical methodâs attachment to the work of the negative; but surely any such work of negation must, in a dialectical system, be compensated for by an affirmation. What about this less-discussed âaffirmativeâ Jameson? For a sense of that neglected Jameson, we need look no further than another â80s icon, his famous essay âPostmodernism; or, The Cultural Logic of Late Capitalismâ (1984).
Holding at bay for a moment the many constative things we know or think we know about what the essay means or what it wants (a new totalization, a negation of consumer culture, a cognitive map, a return to this or that style of modernist subjectivity), Iâd like to suggest that we concentrate instead on the essayâs performative aspectsâlooking quite simply at how the essay does its work. For me, rereading Jamesonâs âPostmodernismâ highlights a contradiction of the sort that we can only assume is intentionalâantinomy being precisely the kind of shifting quicksand of an Abgrund on which dialectical thinkers influenced by Adorno often build their homes. In short, if Jameson is indeed a thinker of dialectical, progressive totalization (of the kind familiar from an old-fashioned reading of Hegel), then he certainly doesnât practice what he preaches. The style, range, and sheer volume of reference in the essay are anything but restricted or developmental in a recognizable senseâthereâs certainly no Hegelian movement from sense certainty, to unhappy consciousness, to the heights of knowledge, absolute or otherwise. Instead, from the opening paragraphs and their mishmashing of punk music and the minimalist song stylings of Philip Glass, through discussions of Nam June Paik, Andy Warhol, Heidegger and Derrida, E. L. Doctorow, Bob Perelman, the Bonaventure Hotel, Duane Hanson, Brian De Palma, and so on, we get less an analytical snapshot or critical dissection of postmodernism than a jump-cut-laden video starring it. We are presented, in other words, with many, many modes of postmodern cultural production but hardly any sense of postmodernismâs sublated âmeaning.â And the hasty list of examples just provided doesnât even try to account for the heavy volume of seemingly passing reference so characteristic of Jamesonâs style on the whole: in the Austinean sense, he âusesâ Doctorow or Warhol in âPostmodernismâ; but he in addition âmentionsâ a truly dizzying array of postmodern cultural productions that would seem to have very little or nothing in common: Ishmael Reed, Godard, John Cage, Readerâs Digest, Foucault, John Ashbery, Stanley Kubrick, Chinatown (both the Polanski movie and the San Francisco neighborhood referenced in Bob Perelmanâs poem âChinaâ), Robert Wilson, David Bowie, the architecture firm Skid-more, Owings & Merrill, and William Gibsonâas well as what must be the only extant reference to B-list movie actor William Hurt within the canon of poststructuralist theory.
On whatâs become the standard reading of this essay, the wide range of Jamesonian reference does indeed harbor a performative point, but itâs largely a negative one: we, as readers, are meant to experience the dizzying array of centerless âintensityâ produced by this laundry list of cultural productions; and as we try to deploy our outmoded categories to âreadâ or make sense of this puzzling, affectless flat surface, weâre led inexorably to Jamesonâs conclusion: we need a new cognitive map. Without it, weâre stuck with a meaningless and monotonous march of shiny, contextless consumer images. On this reading, the very intensity of the Jamesonian barrageâso much postmodern cultural production, so many examplesâis meant not so much to highlight the positive (if sinister) force of postmodern cultural production, but instead to solicit our (modernist, all-too-modernist) inability to respond.
Fair enough, andâmea culpaâIâve advanced just such a reading of Jameson elsewhere (1993, 144â52). But here Iâd like to highlight the fact that thereâs another Jameson, one lurking beside (or maybe even in dialectical opposition to) the negative, stony, finger-wagging one we think we know. In classical dialectical fashion, Jameson insists that this negative inability can also provoke âa more positive conception of relationshipâ:
This new mode of relationship through difference may sometimes be an achieved new and original way of thinking and perceiving; more often it takes the form of an impossible imperative to achieve that new mutation in what can perhaps no longer be called consciousness. I believe that the most striking emblem of this new mode of thinking relationships can be found in the work of Nam June Paik, whose stacked or scattered television screens, positioned at intervals within lush vegetation, or winking down at us from a ceiling of strange new video stars, recapitulate over and over again prearranged sequences or loops of images which return at dyssynchronous moments on the various screens. The older aesthetic is then practiced by the viewers, who, bewildered by this discontinuous variety, decided to concentrate on a single screen, as though the relatively worthless image sequence to be followed there had some organic value in its own right. The postmodernist viewer, however, is called upon to do the impossible, namely, to see all the screens at once, in their radical and random difference; such a viewer is asked to follow the evolutionary mutation of David Bowie in The Man Who Fell to Earth (who watches fifty-seven television screens simultaneously) and to rise somehow to a new level at which the vivid perception of radical difference is in and of itself a new mode of grasping what used to be called relationship. (1991, 31)
Thereâs a lot going on here, in one of Jamesonâs most overt statements concerning âa more positive conceptionâ of âwhat used to be called relationshipâ in and around postmodern cultural production. Most striking in this passage is Jamesonâs neo-Deleuzian (though heâd undoubtedly prefer the adjective âutopianâ) call for âa new mutation in what can perhaps no longer be called consciousness.â Not a lot of nostalgia or mourning there.
Perhaps less obviously, this paragraph also constitutes the essayâs most overt moment of reflexive self-thematization. We readers of Jameson are positioned as the hapless viewers of Paikâs rapid-fire video installations: âbewildered by this discontinuous varietyâ of cultural stuff that Jameson so quickly offers us, we tend âto concentrate on a single screenââthis or that specific exampleââas though the relatively worthless image sequence to be followed there had some organic value in its own right.â However, this critical failure, far from being the negative and inevitable point of Jamesonâs essay, is overtly thematized as the trap to be avoided in reading it: âThe postmodernist viewer, however, is called upon to do the impossible, namely, to see all the screens at once, in their radical and random difference; such a viewer [who is also Jamesonâs readerâmon semblable, mon frère et soeur] is asked to follow the evolutionary mutation of David Bowie in The Man Who Fell to Earth (who watches fifty-seven television screens simultaneously) and to rise somehow to a level at which the vivid perception of radical difference is in and of itself a new mode of grasping what used to be called relationship.â Rather than primarily constituting a requiem for the non-schizo, somehow-still-centered mediating function...