Posted On: Monday - May 2nd 2022 1:36PM MST
In Topics:   Feminism  Books  Kung Flu Stupidity
Peak Stupidity has a sort of fixation with novel and opinion writer Lionel Shriver. It's very unusual for me to actually try to follow the books of any author, especially a novelist. We've given lots of praise here for Mrs. Shriver, and you can find 8 reviews of her books under the Books topic key. (6 of them are on the SAME BOOK though, as her great prepper novel The Mandibles really need it.)
Before I discuss the opinion of the first of the 3 women in that article, No kids please, we're selfish, I would like to point the reader to another excellent article that was brought to my attention by commenter SafeNow under that "Motherhood" post. This one is a mini-biography of Lionel Shriver, in the New Yorker*. I know, I know, but they're all New Yorkers at heart this crowd. (Mrs. Shriver lives in London, as per this article, but she has lived in New York City, writes about New York City, and "summers" in Brooklyn still. (Wait, what?? Yep, not my business, and as long as The Mandibles don't hit the fan while she's there ...)
The New Yorker says Lionel Shriver Is Looking for Trouble. Well, yeah, if you don't fit in with the NYC rigid lefty, parochial, NY State of opinion, yeah, you're one of those agitators**, indeed. This article makes me really like Lionel Shriver. I think she'd LUV LUV LUV Peak Stupidity. I urge you all to read this one to see that not every single one of these well-off NY City people is against us. Regarding the Kung Flu, from the beginning (since this was written at the height of the panic - May 25th '20):
In Lionel Shriver’s novel “The Mandibles,” it’s 2029, the United States has defaulted on its loans, and the country is plunging into an economic abyss. Suddenly, a cabbage costs thirty-eight dollars. Savings accumulated over a lifetime evaporate in an hour. Former hedge-fund managers compete for jobs as waiters. (Their new patrons are foreigners; America, like other failed states, has become a magnet for tourists who can afford luxuries that the natives can only dream of.) Everyone is grimy, because water shortages have rendered showers brief and infrequent. This is made particularly troublesome by another post-apocalyptic issue: there’s not enough toilet paper.Hey, that's not far off of Peak Stupidity's take on the PanicFest, and, lest you wonder if she cares about the Totalitarianism that has been implemented on the Flu Manchu's behalf, yep, and she wrote a lot about that in the article we discussed recently in Most Frightened Nation Status. (We just used Mrs. Shriver's same title as in her City Journal piece.)
“I found that really gratifying,” Shriver said, as she considered her prescience, one recent afternoon in London. Since the lockdown went into effect, she has been sequestered with her husband, Jeff Williams, at their row house in Bermondsey. It is a modest, comfortable place, decorated with thrift-store finds and small ceramic sculptures—smooth, faceless figures—that Shriver made, along with memorabilia that Williams has gathered in his decades as a jazz drummer. But Shriver was not feeling cozy. “Truth is, I’ve never been this shaken,” she told me. She wasn’t worried about getting sick. “The virus doesn’t faze me,” she said. She was afraid that she would prove oracular about more than toilet paper, and that we are hurtling toward global financial cataclysm—what she described in “The Mandibles” as “an ongoing, borderless nightmare ended only by death.”
OK, so this was to be two posts in one. It's gotten long enough already without getting to Gabriella yet, the first of Mrs. Shriver's 3 close women friends who didn't have children and never will.
* The image of Lionel Shriver above is from that article.
** They wrote "troublemaker", but that "agitator" line is from The Graduate, as uttered by the future Mr. Roper. He's a very specific character actor - only does landlords?