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American Nomad: Pop Visions, Restless Politics, and Apocalyptic Memories at the End of the Millennium (1997)
Just as Richard Ben Cramer managed to produce one of the great campaign books of all time, What It Takes : The Way to the White House, largely by ignoring the 1988 Presidential Campaign and focussing instead on the candidates themselves, Steve Erickson has written the best book on the 1996 campaign by focussing on the cultural moment in which it occurred, rather than on the tactical minutiae of the campaign itself. There are actually at least three books lurking between the covers of American Nomad. First, there is the extremely funny tale of how he came to write the book, which initially started out as an assignment for Rolling Stone. Second, there are extended riffs on topics that range from the novels of Philip K. Dick, to Olivers Stone's movies, to Bruce Springsteen and Frank Sinatra, to a long bizarre comparison of Richard Nixon and the Mike Hammer of Kiss Me Deadly. Finally, there is the aforementioned discussion of the state of the Nation circa 1996, a time when we had come to almost casually accept such previously unthinkable events and conditions as the OJ verdict, abortion clinic bombings, the Oklahoma City bombing, the Olympic Park bombing, the repeated Unabomber attacks, a divided government led by the morally bankrupt Bill Clinton on one side and the equally corrupt Newt Gingrich on the other, and the approach of the millennium--all of them seeming to somehow indicate a country so deeply divided that the various sides were actually willing to go to war with one another. In Erickson's eyes these are all potential signs of the apocalyptic collapse of democracy.
The story of his work for Rolling Stone is a genuine hoot. The Californian Erickson, a successful young author in the Thomas Pynchon mold, was originally hired because, as the features editor told him, "What we want is a novelist who will write about the 1996 presidential campaign as though it were a novel." But even in his first meetings with the magazine's editor, Jann Wenner, he realized that he was expected to compete with the New York Times, despite the fact that he was not a professional reporter. The collision of his own and Wenner's expectations led to a series of amusing misunderstandings and confrontations over the ensuing months, with the author covering the interesting fringes of the Republican race and the fascinating but doomed candidates, while the magazine pushed for strategy, tactics, scoops and straightforward coverage of the Dole campaign. Erickson's account of these battles basically adds up to a drive by shooting in which his target is Wenner and the publisher's grandiose pretensions and limited understanding of politics. Meanwhile, Erickson had really vested himself in the story and when he was finally fired, simply decided:
...I would just go right on covering the campaign.
I would get in my car with my bogus press
So, unemployed, uncredentialed, his marriage seemingly crumbling, Erickson continued along his own gonzo path.
Freed from the constraints and delusions of the Rolling Stone editors, Erickson liberally sprinkles this book with long digressive expositions on popular culture. Often they are really interesting and insightful, like the ones on Springsteen and Oliver Stone. Sometimes they are just as bewildering as they are fascinating, like imagining Richard Nixon as Mike Hammer. And sometimes they simply don't work at all, like an imagined world where the hostage rescue worked and Jimmy Carter won a second term. But, on balance, they do enliven the book and add more than they detract.
The real core of the book though is Erickson's attempt to understand what was happening in America at that moment, how the country had become so divided, with minorities--racial, religious, political, or whatever--questioning not just the ideas but the very legitimacy of their opponents. He correctly identifies, but I think fails to understand, the fundamental schizophrenia that had beset the American people : the sort of self-loathing that leads the electorate to demand the truth from candidates and then punish them when they give it (a la Bob Dole in '88 or Tsongas in '92); that takes a hostile view of all special interest groups, except for those that each of us belong to; that rages against duplicitous politicians--like Clinton--then turns around and elects them. Here Erickson's strongly stated but weakly held liberal viewpoint betrays him somewhat. He is unable to dot the final 'i' and cross the final 't'. The problem with modern America is that we continue to believe in our Founding myths--rugged individualism, self-reliance, democracy, freedom, etc.--but have become a country of dependents, relying on government programs that range from farm subsidies to welfare to school loans to social security. The dissonance that Erickson correctly perceives arises from the battle between American ideals and desires. Thus in a moment of almost insane idealism the electorate chose a Republican Congress in 1994, hell bent on reducing government. But as soon as Democrats demagogued a few middle class entitlement cuts, that some electorate turned on Congress with a vengeance and embraced Bill Clinton, defender of the welfare state. It is not that our original ideals are somehow bankrupt, as Erickson intimates, but rather that they have been temporarily (one hopes) swamped by selfishness and greed. The 20th Century legacy of Depression, World War, Cold War, and inflation left behind them a people who were understandably a little shaken up and unfortunately too willing to draw their renewed confidence from government. We must inevitably disappoint ourselves when we continue to believe in a free society, but increasingly accept the controls and strictures of big government. How can the public help but loathe the politicians who keep buying their votes with ever greater social spending bribes? How can the public help but hate itself for being bought? The dichotomy Erickson discerns will continue until we actually return to first principles and return to the minimalist government which has been a historic norm. The author comes close to nailing this idea, but somehow misses, presumably for ideological reasons.
On the other hand, Erickson is excellent when he's most honest with himself and with the reader, even at the risk of offending his political fellow travelers and his own sense of himself as a liberal. For instance, he does little to hide his contempt for Bill Clinton. He finds partial birth abortion repellent. He writes compellingly about the debasing of American culture and about the hypocrisy of a generation that maintained that Rock and Roll would change the world, now arguing that pop culture has no effect on kids' moral development. He provides wonderful portraits of the men he met whose intellectual honesty and whose true convictions impressed him--Alan Keyes, Pat Buchanan and Gary Bauer. All of this seems to reflect a man who is much more ambivalent about his own professed liberalism than even he realizes.
At one point, Bauer says that he'd even vote for Erickson over Clinton and the author hastens to assures him that would be a mistake, as if he would make Clinton look like a conservative. But, in fact, over the course of the book the author emerges as someone who is deeply concerned with the moral crisis in America and as someone who has considered most issues before adopting positions on them. I, for one, would prefer to see someone like him, someone who actually has some core values and beliefs, run for president, than many of the poll driven, risk averse, weasly twerps who run now. He makes for an engaging and often funny guide to an election that ultimately left a bitter taste in everyone's' mouth and which did nothing to resolve the divergence between our dreams of freedom and our dependence on handouts. We can only hope that an equally agreeable observer is chronicling this election and that this time the story will have a happier ending.
-Steve Erickson (1950-)(American Literature on the Web)
-Novels and Other Works of Steve Erickson
-EXCERPT: from American Nomad AMERICAN WEIMAR (STEVE ERICKSON, Los Angeles Times Sunday Magazine)
-EXCERPT: from American Nomad (Columbia Journalism Review)
-ESSAY ARCHIVE: Steve Erickson Unspun Column in Salon Magazaine
-ESSAY: The New Sanctimony : Down with Jefferson, Clinton and '60s hedonism! American politics has declared war on the pursuit of pleasure. (Steve Erickson, Salon)
-ESSAY: Let the culture war rage (Steve Erickson, Salon)
-ESSAY: Mementos from the pre-millennium (Steve Erickson, Salon)
-ESSAY: Henry Miller: Exhibitionist of the Soul (Steve Erickson, Conjunctions)
-INTERVIEW: PHANTASMAL AMERICA (MICHAEL VENTURA, The L.A. Weekly)
-INTERVIEW: A Conversation With Steve Erickson (Rob Trucks, Blue Moon Review)
-INTERVIEW: An Interview with Steve Erickson History Changes Itself (Koshikawa and Erickson, The Study of Current English)
-INTERVIEW: Steve Erickson meets Ryu Murakami (Shincho)
-INTERVIEW: Steve Erickson Uprooted from the American Idea (Ron Hogan, Beatrice)
-INTERVIEW: (Koshikawa's Page)
-REVIEW: of THE MEDUSA FREQUENCY By Russell Hoban (Steve Erickson, NY Times Book Review)
-REVIEW: of ALL GONE 18 Short Stories. By Stephen Dixon (Steve Erickson, NY Times Book Review)
-REVIEW: of PUBIS ANGELICAL By Manuel Puig. Translated by Elena Brunet (Steve Erickson, NY Times Book Review)
-REVIEW: of SHALLOWS. By Tim Winton (Steve Erickson, NY Times Book Review)
-PROFILE: SOUL SURVIVOR : Steve Erickson's decidedly unfashionable oeuvre -- passionate stories of conscience unbound by time -- has won him critical acclaim and comparisons to Pynchon and Nabakov. (Alan Rifkin, Buzz Magazine)
-ESSAY : Five Novembers (Keith Gessen, Feed Mag)
-REVIEW: of American Nomad (Barbara Ehrenreich, NY Times Book Review)
-REVIEW: of American Nomad by Steve Erickson Nomad '96: Fear and loathing on the campaign trail (Charles Taylor, Boston Phoenix)
-REVIEW: of American Nomad (DAVID FUTRELLE, Salon)
-REVIEW: of American Nomad (Complete Review)
-REVIEW: of THE SEA CAME IN AT MIDNIGHT By Steve Erickson (Geoff Nicholson, NY Times Book Review)
-REVIEW: of The Sea Came in at Midnight by Steve Erickson (David Soyka, SF Site)
-REVIEW: of The Sea Came in at Midnight by Steve Erickson (Richard Seltzer)
-REVIEW: of The Sea Came in at Midnight Sea Change by Steve Erickson Step Past The Millennial Drivel And Into The Thoughtful Meaninglessness Of Steve Erickson's Latest Work Of Fiction. (Randall Holdridge, Tucson Weekly)
-REVIEW: of The Sea Came in (Barcelona Review)
-REVIEW: of The Sea Came in at Midnight (Book Browser)
-REVIEW: of The Sea Came In (Complete Review)
-REVIEW: of AMNESIASCOPE By Steve Erickson (MICHIKO KAKUTANI, NY Times)
-REVIEW: of Amnesiascope (ALVIN LU, Guardian Lit)
-REVIEW: of ARC D'X By Steve Erickson (Anthony Burgess, NY Times Book Review)
-REVIEW: of Arc d'X By Steve Erickson (MICHIKO KAKUTANI, NY Times)
-REVIEW: of Arc d'X by Steve Erickson (Stephen D. Gibson, Sycamore Review)
-REVIEW: of Tours of the Black Clock By Steve Erickson (CARYN JAMES, NY Times Book Review)
-REVIEW: of TOURS OF THE BLACK CLOCK By Steve Erickson (Kathy Acker, NY Times Book Review)
-REVIEW: of RUBICON BEACH By Steve Erickson (Paul Auster, NY Times Book Review)
-REVIEWS: of books by Steve Erickson (Steampunk)