So you and I have our new year at last.
Only 1968 could rival this past year for awfulness. The two assassinations, the Chicago convention, the student protests, and the election of Nixon made that year nearly psychically unendurable for America, a place then, as now, seemingly beyond repair.
And yet the very next year, 1969, was the year of the moon landing, Wooodstock, the Miracle Mets, Joe Namath's Super Bowl, John and Yoko's Bed-In, the 747...
Whereas 1968 presented a political dystopia, 1969 became a cultural watershed. The next year will present one too. Especially after the Inauguration, expect: a dramatic shift from political to cultural, owing to political and economic life being so unable to satisfy the thirst for good times.
The book to read is Stephen Duncombe's Dream: Re-imagining Progressive Politics in an Age of Fantasy. And a lot of other good books, arts and culture, as the public re-acquaints itself with the idea that text and events should not merely be anterior to life, but transformational to it.