Loitering: Not Always Useless
There’s much to admire in Loitering, essays by Charles D’Ambrosio. I think one of the best uses of the personal essay is to provide a unique voice and perspective. These essays can feel a little overwritten from time to time — in a preface, D’Ambrosio worries about “sounding parsonic,” which I stumbled over for a moment until I decided he meant, simply enough, sounding like a parson — but more importantly, his voice is empathetic, thoughtful and articulate. His eye for observation allows for comments like this: “It wasn’t a conversation; he was just beating the air like a rug, hoping to knock all the doubt and ambiguity out of it.”
The preface expresses the value of doubt in an age assertiveness is everything, and simply thinking appears to be inactive (even though it isn’t) and is therefore unacceptable, making the title quite perfect. While reading this collection I happened to also read an article about the uses and downfalls of being a jerk and what’s fascinating is that simple assertiveness and an “inflated sense” of your own abilities was enough to impress many people, regardless of accuracy. I believe I instinctively understood this, but D’Ambrosio is certainly the kind of thinker who can see through it. Watching a reporter detail her severe opinion of another woman, he observes her “only real qualification for commenting on Letourneau is that she holds a job that requires her to say something re: something most every day of the week.”
Given his obvious thoughtfulness I was a little taken aback by his apparent disdain for environmentalist Paul Watson, who is, after all, working to save the world at a time the death of a character on Game of Thrones seems to get more reaction than climate change. But his point that being overbearing can lose you followers is also well taken. If celebrities can do a great deal for the environmental movement its because they have legions of people following them around for a variety of other reasons. An essay like “Hell House,” is extremely perceptive, even as “Orphans,” is closer to poignant and moving. Regardless, a collection like this should be celebrated. Earlier in the year I enjoyed The Crow Who Tampered with Time (Lloyd Ratzlaff), reverent essays (as well as a completely overlooked book, by comparison), and I’ve already blogged about Cultural Amnesia (Clive James), which is a long but immensely valuable collection.
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