I caught a few blips on TV and a few Twitters about the inauguration. So many people were overjoyed, some crying, some cheering, some relieved. Even a skeptic and curmudgeon like me cracked a smile. It was all quite beautiful. Barack and Michelle Obama couldn't have looked better, and the events went off without a hitch. Sorry about Ted Kennedy, but I hear he's okay.
However, the kind of intellectual food I crave was nowhere to be found on Capitol Hill. The ceremonies, perfectly coordinated, were nothing more than the similar kinds of repetitious sound bytes expertly laced together by media experts, psychologists, and speechwriters. Essentially a repeat of the months of campaigning with only one side on display, prettier outfits, and better food. Tony Woodlief sums up the disappointing results (emphasis mine),
It was revealing that one of the speeches most worthy of note, from the incomparable Forest Whitaker, was essentially a selection from William Faulkner's Nobel acceptance speech, an uplifting affirmation of art and truth that is at the same time a denunciation of the worst of post-modernism and relativism. What we have forgotten, as unwittingly attested by the voices at this concert (excepting Mr. Obama, of course, who is a first-rate speaker), is that actors are not, in a classical Aristotelian sense, artists. They are skilled, to be sure, but they are empty vessels, to be fitted to parts as suits the real artists, the writers and photographers, the costumers and make-up specialists. This is not to deny the accidental beauty of Marisa Tomei or Jamie Foxx, or the emotive skill of Denzel Washington. But something is strangely out of whack when speeches are to be delivered at the foot of Lincoln, on ground hallowed by King, and the deliverers we choose are none of them thinkers or writers.
I don't know much about Barack Obama. Oddly, though, he makes me want to know. And perhaps this is his victory - that even those who dislike his policies are insanely curious about him. Obama, well, he seems intelligent, so why all the bad ideas? What is he about? What is he trying to get at? What, if anything, will he accomplish? Is he truly a thinker? Did he even write those books he published? Does he have a coherent system of thought that isn't hidden behind the baffling and meaningless modifier pragmatist? Does Obama have a hobby? Has he ever gotten mad? What kind of music does he like? Is he proud of his Kenyan roots?
I'm fascinated to find out what's going to happen next. Fear, trepidation, and yes, even hope is in my heart. I hope everything turns out well for the President. I really do.
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