Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Once Upon A Time in America

Although I have seen neither Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter nor Oliver Stone's Lincoln (portrayed by an Irish actor...similar to Elizabeth being played by an Aussie...), though I most likely will see the latter, I am no less aware of the "Lincoln Hype" of late. So much, that dare I say it, Lincoln is in danger of overexposure, like so many, many things in America. Once the band wagon starts a rolling, there's no stopping it, until the next fad, that is.

And, sadly to say, it seems that that is all Lincoln is right now, a fad. It seems that nothing would put you into bad favor more than saying something negative about Lincoln. A CNN report shows that bi-partisan agreement votes Lincoln as the best President ever.

Yet, the reality that I see is not that of Lincoln bringing the country together, but rather fraction upon fraction of the fabric of the Stars and Stripes seems to be showing lately. I do not see the Land of Lincoln when I read about politics there, but that is supposedly what everyone champions. So, where is the disjunct?

The rift is in Time. It is fine to talk about a dead President and how he tried to unite, but when we are in the Present, it is almost counter the grain to even suggest a current President could unite. Lincoln has become legend, and is no longer history. And, when history becomes legend, it loses its true hold on the Present. When the man becomes a myth, the responsibility to live up to his standards ceases to apply. It becomes transcendent, and becomes the stuff of movies, not motions in Congress.

When I was in India, Lincoln was far and away the most well-known American, along with MLK and Bill Gates, but, there, the kids actually knew his words, not that he was an axe-wielding vampire killer. I swear, if I see one more, stupid series based on Vampires, I will scream. The only logical next step is "My Vampire's Vampire is a Vampire!" Seriously, people. Get over the vampires...

I digress.

Back to Lincoln. What is amazing is how recent in history Lincoln actually is. For some, he is literally only a few generations back (my mother's family included), but the world of Lincoln is light years away. The speed in which America grew and developed, like an adolescent on steroids, is mind-boggling when you view the History of Europe, much less something like India or China. As such, the relativity of Time's arrow seems so much further for me in America than when I go to Brussels, for example and think of King Leopold, who was before Lincoln, but is so much more tangible than thinking of the gangly man from Illinois taking office and taking on the biggest challenge of the country's history.

I imagine that Lincoln's comet will burn brightly right now, but within a few weeks or months at the most, it will disappear again from sight, perhaps to come back in another sesquicentennial. Will his words and deeds, however, burn as brightly in the schoolrooms when learning history, or will he be lumped together with Buffy and Sookie Stackhouse? Or, much like the looming fate of the lowly Lincoln Penny, will he just become a thing of the Past?

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Americana, writ large


Today is the biggest day in American sports for many, the Super Bowl. It’s what distinguishes Soccer from Football. It always amuses me to hear Europeans try to claim that Soccer players are better athletes than American Football players. No, they are better actors. That’s about the end of that story. I would love to see some of those skinny-ass Europeans try to play one quarter of American Football. I think then they really would be crying, unlike the crocodile tears that are shed on the pitch on any given day. There was a moment when I actually thought I respected Soccer, but living in Italy and watching the histrionics, no thanks. Watching Cricket in India, now that was an eye opener.

However, today is about the Ravens and the 49er’s.

Two team names that epitomize America in a nutshell. The former is named after the quirky poem by Baltimore native, Edgar Allan Poe, and the second is the name of the gold-diggers of the 1800’s, trying to make their name and carve out a piece of history by hook and by crook in the American West.

No two teams could be more iconic about America than these two at this moment. Poe, America’s “bad boy” poet, was the Johnny Depp or Marlon Brando of his time. French, and I repeat FRENCH poets, looked up to him as the harbinger of new poetry to come.

As for the 49er’s it was that gold fever that fueled the trans-continental railroad and the infamy of Chinese labor and the exploitations of Manifest Destiny.  And, yet, that is what makes the United States of America what it is. It is riddled with contradictions, it is the land of extremes, it is the land of opportunities and missed opportunities, the land of the American Dream and broken dreams. It is the land of Poe and the Gold Diggers.

So, how fitting is that?