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Maybe he had to fight for a long time to effect some sort of a marriage, or middle way, between the two. "ONE of Pound's more savage disciples," said Yeats of Basil Bunting, and the alleged (and real) Poundianism has stuck, though Bunting himself said that Wordsworth was his great hero. It is the voice of true pity, something inseparable from anger Yes, the polemical critic knows when to lose their temper And how.Next: Prophecy. It's the cry of Lear on the heath attacking all "servile ministers".Beyond the sport of admiring Hitchens's contempt for Paul Johnson, Bernard Ingham, George Bush and Bill Clinton, we catch the scent of something anguished and desperate that is altogether other than his sometimes raspy adjectives and studied put-downs. Hitchens talks tough, but behind his celebrated writing you sense a terrible tragic disgust.
Polemic is the articulation of conscience - it's about bearing witness to injustice and folly. At its heart, there is a tragic cry which receives no answer. Johnson is therefore fair game, and with uproarious delight we learn that he once kicked the family dog, Parker, at a cricket match (nice touch, the cricket match).The whole point about polemic is that it throws fairness, decency, balance, objectivity, the rules of cricket, to the winds - there must be something wild about it It's the intellectual equivalent of boxing But there's something deeper. I'm going to my club." His customary difficulty in fighting his way across a room was compounded on this occasion, Hitchens says, by his wife who tried to persuade him to stay and then pointed out sweetly, "Paul dear, you don't belong to a club."If this all seems a bit personal, it's because the book under review - Johnson's The Intellectuals - seeks to discredit the ideas of important figures like Marx and Rousseau by examining their private lives. So Hitchens moves from his angry opening to a scene where the apoplectic Johnson complains of the seating arrangements at some dinner and exits, shouting: "I won't have it. If this sounds deadly serious it both is and isn't, because there is always a line from polemic to social comedy, to the group of wits who sit in the coffee house and smile over the latest pamphlet.
