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Spoilt Rotten: The Toxic Cult of Sentimentality Hardcover – January 1, 2010
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- Print length260 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherGibson Square
- Publication dateJanuary 1, 2010
- Dimensions5.55 x 0.79 x 8.5 inches
- ISBN-101906142610
- ISBN-13978-1906142612
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- Publisher : Gibson Square (January 1, 2010)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 260 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1906142610
- ISBN-13 : 978-1906142612
- Item Weight : 14.1 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.55 x 0.79 x 8.5 inches
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As Samuel Johnson would put it, we must ‘clear our minds of cant’ and that cant is ultimately traceable to Rousseau and the notion that man is basically good, he is corrupted by society and if he is freed from the constraints of society he will flourish and be happy. Dalrymple, on the other hand, believes in original sin (at least as a powerful metaphor) and argues for a discourse that is clearheaded, undergirded by facts, logic and reason and perceives that emotionalism leads to incoherence, chaos and bad choices.
His examples are more British than American, though both societies suffer under the weight of sentimentality and emotionalism. He writes at length, for example, of Gordon Brown’s desire to ‘help’ Africa, an effort with the success rate of America’s ‘war on poverty’. He argues, always, for individual responsibility, but Rousseau has already absolved us of individual responsibility for our actions by blaming our ills on society. This ideology is so powerful that it is immune to evidentiary arguments. If you point out that out-of-wedlock births and the dissolution of the family are major stepping stones on the path to poverty you will be promptly accused of ‘blaming the victim’.
He provides a number of key examples in 6 chapters, a long introduction, and a brief conclusion, among them the demand for public emoting, the use of family impact statements in criminal trials and the cult of victimology. Hence, the book is more like a single, extended essay than a scattershot examination of multiple issues.
The arguments for greater rigor and responsibility in education are proven on the book’s jacket, unfortunately. A blurb from the Spectator says that “Not since Christopher Hitchen’s assault on Mother Theresa have so many sacred cows been slaughtered.” It is the uncomfortable fact that Hitchens was not named Hitchen and Saint Teresa of Calcutta’s name did not include an H. Inside the jacket the list of blurbs includes an entry from the “Specator”; proofreading is no longer an important part of the publishing industry’s lifestyle. Self-esteem trumps the self-confidence that is earned through the efforts to be precise and correct.
In the book Dalrymple isn't really being too even-handed though because he makes sure never to point out the even schlockier tendencies of the Right. Maybe this is because he lives in England (this book is very Anglo-centric) and he hasn't traveled much (he brags endlessly of his short time in Africa, with the predictable lessons for a Conservative like him there).
If he were to walk into the homes of any of the Rightists in the USA, for example, he might notice how sentimental they are: wanting to lynch the "bad guys" abroad, scared of creeping communism at home, outraged over offenses to their holy constitution's 2nd amendment and shedding crocodile tears over the flag and "our boys", the wonderful soldiers "over there", etc.
Even in his Emerald Isle, however, there was a lot more outrage over a soldier who was killed by a jihadist than almost any other murder in 2013, and an embarrassing outpouring of sentiment over the "royal" baby.
The author defines sentimentality as "the expression of emotion without judgment". Well, the question that is begged is "Whose judgment?", of course.
He decries victim-hood, for example, but that is a bit of a broad-brush stroke. He means, almost always, bleeding heart liberals, in the press mostly, but he doesn't at all berate the stealthy wealthy who blame their horrible plight on the lazy working man getting handouts shamelessly from their hardworking fellow countrymen, the well-to-do. Sentimentality about money doesn't exist in the author's book, literally and figuratively.
Actually, it becomes clear throughout this book that sentimentality is actually any emotion that is community approved and therefore not necessarily self-initiated. It just depends on which community you agree with.
For example, the greatest form of sentimentality is clearly religious effusions, but there is nary a word about that curiously kitschy practice in Dalrymple's book. In its name the most self-righteous victim-hood in the history of the world has been perpetuated.
BTW the book is rife with typos, which is, I suppose, to be expected from a hastily-printed screed.
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It's a style I did enjoy although he does drift, at times, into being verbose and lugubrious. Prolonged exposure to this type of writing can therefore be a bit wearying. It’s best read in small doses. So mercifully this book is quite short.
The one thing that I didn't go along with was the author's creation of a false dichotomy - in his view, you either believe in the Christian doctrine of original sin, or you subscribe to the Romantic doctrine that children are naturally good. I'm sure that quite a few of us (myself included) fall into neither camp.
Apart from that there was only one other niggle, namely poor editing (there are quite a few typos).






