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Hey qould you mind explaining your beef with hillbilly elegy? It comes up on a lot of my book recs and I keep conaidering reading it but I dont want to commit the time if its garbage. Are there other books you would recommend about the region or rural life generally. Thanks!
No one has dissected this better than Elizabeth Catte. These are some good excerpts from the introduction and first chapter of her new book, which is a response to VanceāsĀ āHillbilly Elegy.ā
Elizabeth Catte,Ā āWhat You Are Getting Wrong About Appalachia,ā 2018, pgs. 7-9, 14, 21-23, 25, 35-36:
[Hillbilly Elegy,] [t]he best-sellingĀ āmemoir of a family and of a culture in crisis,ā now set to be turned into a film by Ron Howard, had become our political momentās favorite text for understanding the lives of disaffected Trump voters and had setĀ āhillbilliesā apart as a unique specimen of white woe. Using the template of his harrowing childhood, Vance remakes Appalachia in his own image as a place of alarming social decline, smoldering and misplaced resentment, and poor life choices. For Vance, Appalachiaās only salvation is that complete moral re-alignment coupled with the recognition that we should prioritize the economic investments of our social betters once more within the regionā¦
Election season cast Appalachia as a uniquely tragic and toxic region. The press attempted to analyze what it presented as the extraordinary and singular pathologies of Appalachians, scolding audiences to get out of their bubbles and embrace empathy with the āforgotten Americaā before its residents elected Donald Trump. After the election, when it became too late, the pendulum swung in the opposite direction and empathyĀ became heretical. Appalachia, political commenters proclaimed, could reap what it had sown.
Thereās not a single social problem in Appalachia, however, that canāt be found elsewhere in our country. If youāre looking for racism, religious fundamentalism, homophobia, addiction, unchecked capitalism, poverty, misogyny, and environmental destruction, we can deliver in spades. What a world it would be if Appalachians could contain that hate and ruin for the rest of the nation. But we canātā¦
According to the bulk of coverage about the region in the wake of Trumpās election and the success of Hillbilly Elegy, currently at fifty weeks on the New York Times list, I do not exist. My partner does not exist. Our families do not exist. Other individuals who not exist include all nonwhite people, anyone with progressive politics, those who care about the environment, LGBTQ individuals, young folks, and host of others who resemble the type of people youāll meet in this volume. The intentional omission of these voices fits a long tradition of casting Appalachia as a monolithicĀ āother America.ā
While many regional groups experience this treatment, as scholar Elizabeth Engelhardt recently wrote in the journal Southern Cultures,Ā āAppalachia stands out, however, in the sheer length of time that people have believed it could be explained simply, pithily, and concisely⦠again and again Appalachia is relegated to the past tense:Ā āout of timeā and out of step with any contemporary present, much less a progressive future.āā¦
Many Appalachians are poor, but their poverty has a deep and coherent history rooted in economic exploitation. The coal industry is no longer a significant employment sector in Appalachia, but the dominance of coalās extractive logic has permanently ruined people and land in ways with which we must still contend. The people of Appalachia are predominantly white, but the region is adding African American and Hispanic individuals at a rate faster than most of the nation. The average Appalachian is not, then, a white, hyper masculine coal miner facing the inevitable loss of economic strength and social status, but the average Appalachianās individual worldview may be impacted by individuals with cultural capital who are constantly assuming we are all made in that imageā¦
Following Trumpās victory, pundits often engaged in a project of a different fantasy, one where Appalachia might be isolated and left to reap what it had sown. For liberal political commentators there were no wealthy donors, white suburban evangelicals, or insular Floridian retirees responsible for Trumpās victory, only hillbilliesā¦
For many Americans, the election simply castĀ āthe Appalachianā in a role he appeared born to play: the harried and forgotten white everyman, using the only agency left in his bones to bring ruin on his countrymen and selfishly move our nation backward, not forward. Instead of serving as the instrument of his own torture, his false hope was now weaponized and aimed at the nation.
This projection of Appalachia is melodramatic and strategic in equal measure. It reflects a longstanding pattern of presenting Appalachia as a monolithicĀ āother Americaā that defies narratives of progress. These narratives, however, are designed to allow you to applaud the casting choice without wondering who wrote the script.
Sandwiched between email servers and Access Hollywood outtakes, Appalachians stood ready to offer human interest stories that demystified, or so the press assumed, the appeal of a distinct type of political annihilation. pundits explained our socio-economic realities to one another under the guise of educating a presumed audience of coastal elites whom, they argued, had become hardened to the plight of the forgotten Americaā¦
What we now know, of course, is that these narratives employed a slight of hand that used working-class people to illustrate the priorities and voting preferences of white middle-class and affluent individuals. The Washington Post and other outlets issued correctives, reporting thatĀ āthe narrative that attributes Trumpās victory to aĀ ācoalition of most blue-collar and white working-class votersā just doesnāt square with the election data.ā
People in power use and recycle these strategies not because itās enjoyable to read lurid tales of a pathologicalĀ āotherā-although that certainly informs part of the allure-but because they are profitable. And if you trace a flawed narrative about Appalachia back far enough, youāll often find someone making a profitā¦
ā¦the invention of theĀ āotherā went hand in hand with the desire to broker a rich land from poor people. This process unfolded with intent and malice, often to justify the most exploitative manifestations of capitalism in order to make them appear natural or necessary.
āAppalachian Reckoning: A Region Responds to Hillbilly Elegyā is also a recent response to the book Iāve heard good things about, but I havenāt read it yet.
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U can only see so many caved in abandoned farmhouses and hallowed out cars on the stretch of nowheresville midwestern roads before u start to wish u were like. In love with someone
when this post starts getting notes it reminds me that i made it in the car on a road trip moments after i had just finished reading philip rothās american pastoral which made me feel lovesick and hopeless because the pastoral is essentially no one can truly understand the hearts of other people no matter how much you love them. which is my worst fear because i think its true. and seeing barren fields and abandoned homes made me fear my own morality because at one time those places were cared for and had a connection to people and that kept them alive. anyway looks out of a rainy window
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You know allot of humanity sucks but we have made allot of really good things. Like little flocked teddy bears.
I look at these and go āyeah. Weāre good sometimes.ā
Youāre right.... how could I have forgotten......
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āDeformed pig w/ large ears and elephants noseā well I think theyāre precious
monkeys that have tails are so fucked up and scary theyāre like the worst animals by farĀ
i feel like christ on the fucking cross on this siteĀ
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thereās some kind of strange post blowing around in my head about the concept of a food critic who eats a meal so good that it makes him run around on all four limbs like a dog and chase cars along the highway in the middle of the night but i have no idea how to phrase that as a funny post. i suspect itās not even a funny or compelling concept to anyone but me
i donāt even know anything about food critics outside of what i remember of the movie Ratatouille, which i havenāt seen since it was first released on DVD, so in my head the post is just like āHad the french onion soup. Amazing. Pitch black outside. Iām running like a dog at every car I seeā
Imagine being an Amish person with road rage. Hold on tight to the reins, Amos, weāre ramming this Maserati with nothing but our faith in God and our steeds.
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what is aĀ āfake ambient epā. like is there sound? like mp3s with no sound? i feel like even that would still be a valid ambient release.
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