Idol With Clay Feet
n his introduction to Thomas L. Jeffers’s anthology of the best articles and essays of Norman Podhoretz, historian Paul Johnson writes that the former Commentary editor is “the archetype of the New York intellectual,” a “polymath,” “a great deal more than an editor,” a “protean” intellect who is “a thinker and writer and polemicist, a geopolitician and student of religious ideas, an autobiographer of genius, a man who reacts sharply to the news as it pours from the press and the airwaves, who thinks deeply, angrily, and sincerely about it, and commits his thoughts into vivid and penetrating argument.”
Yet Johnson’s gushes can’t match the gemlike sycophancy of the dust-jacket blurb offered by William F. Buckley Jr., who tells us, “Never (that I know) has a single lifetime borne such literary and philosophical fruit”a statement that places Podhoretz somewhat higher than such dimmer bulbs as Shakespeare, Dante, and Goethe. Jeffers chimes in with a rather more modest encomium that credits Podhoretz with “an intelligence as stunningly precocious, I think, as Mencken’s or [Edmund] Wilson’s had been two or three generations earlier,” and he is astonished that in 1956 alone Podhoretz “wrote seven substantial pieces,” followed by 13 in 1957, and nine in 1958“which averages a piece every forty days or so.” By this time the reader is fully expecting to find illustrations of Norman Podhoretz swimming the Yangtze River. In lieu of that, Johnson adds, “when you come to the end of a Podhoretz article and argument you feel you have got the real man, every time. There is no cant, nothing phony, no hidden agenda, nothing withheld, no tactical dodges, just the awkward or angular or disconcerting or simple truth, as he sees it. Here again, the comparison with Orwell springs to mind.”
Orwell does in fact spring to mind, but not perhaps for quite the reasons Johnson suggests.
After wading through nearly 500 pages of what I found to be tedious prose on sometimes trivial subjects and people, I began to wonder if there wasn’t something wrong with me. No doubt there is, but that still does not sway me from the conclusion there is not very much more to Norman Podhoretz than met my eye.
In his youth, Podhoretz was best known as a literary critic, and his reflections on such writers as Saul Bellow, Norman Mailer, and Philip Roth, embedded with his personal stories about them, are all reprinted here, along with a brief and unremarkable essay on Huckleberry Finn. To most Americans, if not to Podhoretz and his fans, such writers and their professional careers, personal quarrels, political opinions, and sexual peccadilloes are as remote as the struggles between the Greens and the Blues in the chariot races of ancient Byzantium.
Podhoretz is best known today as one of the architects of what is known as “neoconservatism,” the man who, through his editorship of Commentary from 1960 to 1995, developed the magazine into the flagship journal of the neoconservative movement, which has now come to dominate the American Right. His evolution into a neocon is perhaps the chief point of interest in this collection.
The main criticism of neoconservatism by the Old Right is that it is virtually indistinguishable from the liberalism that prevailed in American government and cultural life from the New Deal until today. So far from being conservatism of any recognizable stripe, neoconservatism merely displaces (and in fact helped muzzle) the real Right and perpetuates the liberal monopoly on political and cultural discourse. There is little in Podhoretz’s account of his intellectual and political development to challenge that interpretation.
The selection from Breaking Ranks, Podhoretz’s 1979 memoir of his political transition, is a case in point. Nowhere does he offer any deep or serious critique of liberalism or suggest that the anti-Americanism and blindness to Communism it has always harbored may be an inherent part of it, and nowhere does he offer an alternative worldview. In Breaking Ranks he was content to affirm, “the label I usually use when I am forced to use one at all is ‘centrist’ or ‘centrist liberal.’” “Neoconservatism,” as Podhoretz conceives it, is merely a more “moderate” or “pragmatic” version of liberalism.
A major subtext to his political metamorphosis, of course, was the view of Israel and Zionism the Left espoused, but that is only slightly apparent from the selections Jeffers offers. It pops up in Podhoretz’s famous 1982 essay “J’Accuse,” in which he examines liberal attacks on Israel after its invasion of Lebanon and finds them without factual merit. His inference is that the attacks must have been driven by something other than the humanitarian impulses in which their authors wrapped themselves, and that something is anti-Semitism.
That might be a more compelling charge if he even tried to show that the liberal and Left critics of Israel had ever expressed any other anti-Semitic views, but he doesn’t, and it is inherently unlikely that writers like Mary McGrory, Hodding Carter, Nicholas von Hoffman, or Anthony Lewis are anti-Semites at all. Yet for Podhoretz, they are such by definition because anti-Semitism consists almost exclusively of criticism of Israel. He acquits Alexander Solzhenitsyn of anti-Semitism simply because he “has always defended Israel,” while “in our own day, Israel has become the touchstone of attitudes toward the Jewish people, and anti-Zionism has become the main and most relevant form of anti-Semitism.” There you have it: if you criticize Israeli policy, you hate Jews.
His defense of the Vietnam War on the grounds of Wilsonian moralism may also be suspected of containing much the same subtext. “For the truth was,” he writes, “that the United States went into Vietnam for the sake not of its own direct interests in the ordinary sense but for the sake of an ideal. The intervention was a product of the Wilsonian side of the American characterthe side that went to war in 1917 to ‘make the world safe for democracy’ and that found its contemporary incarnations in the liberal internationalism of the 1940s and the liberal anti-Communism of the 1950s.” This explanation, it must be understood, is Podhoretz’s defense of the war, not, as most conservatives would regard it, a critique.
Wilsonianism relies on abstract moral sentiment, and it is therefore highly useful in defending U.S. involvement in wars that are not really in our national interests and allies that are, if not indefensible in themselves, at least irrelevant to such interests. His embrace of the profoundly anti-conservative Wilsonianism therefore not only suggests his own agenda but also shows how his neoconservatism merely regurgitates the premises and values of 20th-century liberalism.
Indeed, despite the hearty welcome most conservatives offered him, Podhoretz is entirely frank about how neoconservatives did not share the beliefs or agendas of the Old Right and deliberately sought to undermine them. “The neo-conservatives,” he modestly informs us, “brought something new to conservatism besides their own persons.” They were “caught up in the process of shaping a perspective of their own that differed in important respects from the older varieties of American conservatism,” an admission that rather gives the lie to younger neoconservatives today who purport that they are the real conservatives and the paleoconservatives are unpatriotic leftists.
He acknowledges that in contrast to the old conservatives, “the neo-conservatives dissociated themselves from the wholesale opposition to the welfare state which had marked American conservatism since the days of the New Deal” and that while neoconservatives supported “setting certain limits” to the welfare state, those limits did not involve “issues of principle, such as the legitimate size and role of the central government in the American constitutional order” but were to be “determined by practical considerations.”
By far the most brazen claim Podhoretz makes is that the Old Right never existed as a serious intellectual force. “It was the neo-conservatives who decided that the time had come to drag capitalism out of the closet,” he assures us, citing two books of the late 1970s by Irving Kristol and Michael Novak. So much for Ludwig von Mises, Nobel Prize winners Friedrich Hayek and Milton Friedman, Murray Rothbard, Henry Hazlitt, and Ayn Rand, among others, not one of whom was a neoconservative and all of whom “dragged capitalism out of the closet” decades before the neoconservatives had shed their pink diapers.
It was also the neoconservatives, Podhoretz writes, who taught the older conservatives to embrace the civil-rights movement because only by appealing to Martin Luther King’s “dream of a world in which all would be judged not by the color of their skin but by the content of their character” could they reject the racial discrimination of affirmative action. But the mainstream Right opposed affirmative action from its beginnings, and resistance to it has nothing to do with accepting the civil-rights movement, of which affirmative action is a direct outgrowth that King explicitly defended and advocated.
As for anti-Communism, here too Podhoretz claims the neoconservatives “enjoyed a great advantage over other conservatives in being thoroughly familiar with the sources of the enemy’s arguments and attitudes,” though in Breaking Ranks he acknowledges such ex-communists of the Old Right as James Burnham, Will Herberg, and Whittaker Chambers, to mention only a few who were somewhat familiar with Marxist ideology and tactics themselves. Nor is he correct that it was the neoconservatives “who led the attack” on the Nixon-Kissinger policy of détente. Both National Review and other Old Right journals in the 1970s were filled with rejections of détente and criticisms of Nixon and Kissinger. It is impossible to believe Podhoretz does not know all this.
He must also know that long before neoconservatism emerged in the 1960s, what is usually called the “conservative intellectual movement” had been flourishing for two decades. Not only the free-market theorists and anti-communists mentioned above but also political thinkers, cultural critics, and social theorists like Burnham, Robert Nisbet, Richard Weaver, Willmoore Kendall, Russell Kirk, Frank S. Meyer, and a number of European expatriates of the Right preceded neoconservatism by a generation. Not everything these writers wrote was correct, and what they believed was not always consistent, but taken as a whole they constituted a significant contribution to American intellectual life and political thought and offered a far deeper and more searching critique of liberalism and its leftist progeny than anything Podhoretz or any other neoconservative has offered to this day. Podhoretz and his comrades not only sneer at the Old Right but are determined to rewrite history to erase any memory of it.
While Podhoretz claims in a 1995 essay that the “purpose” of the neoconservative movement “is to dismantle the structures created by the liberal revolution of the past fifty years” (i.e., back to 1945; he has no problem with the New Deal and its revolution in domestic and foreign policy), nowhere does he suggest the abolition of a single government agency, the reversal of a single Supreme Court ruling, or the repeal of a single piece of liberal legislation. What Podhoretz and neoconservatism seek has nothing to do with the conservation or restoration of the Old Republic or dismantling much of anything except the real Right itself. Its purpose is the preservation and continuing hegemony of the liberal regime and its ideology, because in the neoconservative perception only if that hegemony remains intact can Israeli and Jewish ethno-political interests be secure.
Sadly, after reading this anthology I am unable to identify any body of learning or serious thought that distinguishes the author and his ephemera. Success, the bitch goddess of his first book, Making It, and the money, power, and status that attend it, seem to occupy an immense amount of acreage in the Podhoretzian psyche and a disproportionate share of attention in what Mr. Buckley calls its “literary and philosophical fruit.” There is no question that Norman Podhoretz “made it,” but it’s hard to believe the basket of fruit he leaves behind him will not quickly wither.
Samuel Francis is a nationally syndicated columnist based in Washington and writes a monthly column for Chronicles.
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