Almost 16000 people liked this Tweet! I’m almost sorry Freddie deBoer brought it to my attention! Kotsko is characteristically[*] wrong here, not to mention shamefully demagogic. Are people no longer capable of embarrassment or what?
I would define the “contrarian” more neutrally as an artist or humanistic intellectual who takes some form or other of “centrist” stance against the post-1960s expectation that all institutionally sanctioned artists and intellectuals must be left-liberal. (“Centrist” here doesn’t mean temperamentally moderate or exactly between right and left necessarily, but rather combining elements of left and right; though sometimes it merely consists of defending liberalism from radical-chic assault.)
Sociologically, the contrarian may come from outside the upper middle class that mostly fills the ranks of left-liberal artists and intellectuals. It is the upper-middle-class left-liberal intellectual, not the contrarian, who has in fact never rebelled against his or her milieu, has complacently replicated its bad-faith politics. The contrarian, by contrast, often grew up amid working-class or petit-bourgeois conservatism only to flee its benightedness and hope to be liberated into the fair fields of thought by joining the experts. But the contrarian finds upon reaching this class of intellectuals—finds in journalism or publishing or academe or the art world—forms of lazy but also aggressively policed herd-mindedness even worse that the admitted bigotry prevailing among the lower classes of his or her origin; at least these classes could plead the excuse that they had better things to do than think all day.
So the contrarian, an outsider in two classes, still tied by communal loyalty to one and by intellectual affinity to the other, seeks some synthesis and often tries to recuperate early values and experiences in expert language so that these ways of life cannot be so easily dismissed as mere backwardness. And like Camus—along with Orwell, the most famous early example of the type—we may end up choosing our mothers over justice.
Some major contrarian names include infamous and reviled figures, yes: Camille Paglia, Christopher Hitchens, Armond White, perhaps V. S. Naipaul. But also consider Saul Bellow, Ralph Ellison, Joan Didion, Cynthia Ozick. Indisputably major figures, not as easy to dismiss. And what about the Susan Sontag who asked the ultimate contrarian question: “Can it be that our enemies were right?”
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[*] Someone with a better memory will have to remind me if Kotsko was actually part of the group blog that also included Nina Power and me. I’ve mentioned it before, but, to review for new readers: the group blog was part of a broader (though quite small) radical blogging circle in the early-to-mid 2000s. We formed it in opposition to the still-extant Crooked Timber and its now-forgotten literary offshoot, The Valve. It was called Long Sunday—a compromise name; I was among those who didn’t care for it; we thought it sounded like an emo band à la Taking Back Sunday. The name’s source was a somewhat ambiguous line from German playwright Georg Büchner’s radical manifesto The Hessian Courier: “The life of the rich is like a long Sunday.” For our subtitle we also borrowed Büchner’s call to arms: “Peace to the cottages! War on the palaces!” Anyway, I can’t always recall who was actually a member—i.e., in on the private email chains—and who was just adjacent, especially after it collapsed into the classic factional infighting of all radical-left ventures. “Why not look it up on the Wayback Machine?” you ask. For some reason—though, honestly, thank God!—it’s not available in their archive.