A French intellectual in full cry is a faintly fearsome experience for those folk fortunate enough to win the lottery of life by being born English, as a sardonic member of the Cote d'Azur Men's Book Group might have commentated,. Fearsome not in the frightening sense but in the inability to understand the effusive stream of Gallic rhetoric that turns the air a rabid blue. Left in dark times is the quite clever title of a confusing, to unfamiliar ears, book that gives a philosophic commentary on the world as was and now is, by that noted intellectual Bernard Henri-Levy, who is know by his initials, BHL. Its subtitle is "a stand against the new barbarism" and, it must be said, he would certainly pull the crowds at London's Speakers' Corner. Yet our members found themselves not only liking the book but also largely agreeing with his sentiments. One vital point to make: The Left as perceived in Paris bears little relationship to the Left wing of other countries, it is much more a cultural Left than a socialist Left The same applies to other terminology, Right, Liberal, so that the reader faces a high degree of confusion and misunderstanding. How then you may ask were our members able to agree with most his comments?
Is it that French intellectuals can rant so hypnotically that we are swept up into a cloud of admiration, entranced by the beauty of his words however convoluted they may be? Can it be that his form of literary charisma overwhelms the senses? How can it be that all members of the book group agreed with his conclusions even though his history reveals that M Levy has been wrong so many times that an admission that now he is right, is embarrassing?
Why should be put any credence on what he says now? Yet we agreed with him on Putin, Ahmadinejad, the bane lieus,support for the Market economy, Islafascism. Perhaps it would be better to say he agrees with us!
He must be horrified at the election of Martine Aubry, a return to the (failed) past. Once again the French Left has taken comfort in its unrealistic and hopeless policies. Even now young hard left leaders are setting the pace showing that France is still a socialist country at heart with a strong right wing element.
M Levy's agenda in this book is limited to what he calls "the Universals" which seem like humanist liberal principles - not the property of the Left - and he appears to believe that the French who are "right"do not support such principles. Vichy, Algeria and a strong feeling of racist views not lacking support in France . Liberte, Equalite are historic words but not universally accepted in La Belle France.
Some of M Levy's views on antisemitism are hard to follow and there is obvious selectivity in some examples he quotes. Is it true that Moddish dinner party guests in London conduct hate Israel campaigns at table? Here advocates taking Israel out of the equation in the peace bringing sense and strongly feels that the weeping and wailing over the Holocaust should be brought to a restful end.While this sort of suggestion raises hackles in some quarters they at least have the benefit of , if not original thought, then a possibility of progress. The least said about M Levy's anti-Americanism views the better for one's peace of mind
M Levy, with the bewildering fast thought pattern of the psyched up intellectual, exercises his brain over one particular subject at great length and then, with the cavalier like attitude of a man who has had too much to drink, enjoins the reader to "forget all that" and fills our cups with splashes of a new and more exotic substance. This method of writing is disrespectful to a reader who has ploughed through pages and pages of his clever rhetoric expects a conclusion.
Very early in this book he recounts a phone conversation Nicholas Sarkosy when he was on the election trail. First name terms with M Sarkosy waxing lyrically about an article in Le Monde, and, it seems, touting for friend Levy's unforthcoming support. This read as an unworthy interlude that `was printed in order to reveal that the author was well connected.
This book was enjoyed by all the group but the interesting fact is that it could have been much better if greater care had been taken with the translation and if M Levy had used less of a scattergun approach to his secret agenda. Secret because it was impossible to identify through non-French eyes, just what was the real target, the state of the French political system, the state of the world or just a sort of general discussion about numerous problems of the modern world.
Happily, one feels able to treat him rather like a naughty but clever little boy, smile at his wit and admonish very, very,gently. No, ignore all that, what you should do is.........oh dear, the curse of M Levy strikes again!