No sense of history or honour inhibits John Berger from repairing to his Marxist roots in his latest collection of essays. It is a work full of preening self-regard and rancid with bad faithby Frederic Raphael / January 20, 2008 / Leave a comment
Published in January 2008 issue of Prospect Magazine
Hold Everything Dear: dispatches on survival and resistance, by John Berger
One of the oldest “contemporary” books on my shelves is John Berger’s Permanent Red. Back in 1960, when I bought it, Berger was already an incarnadine seer whose didactic art criticism matched Christopher Caudwell’s Studies in a Dying Culture in proclaiming the Marxist advent. In Berger’s novel A Painter of Our Time (1958), the hero is imagined returning to Budapest after the anti-Soviet revolution of 1956—in which 99.9 per cent of the Hungarian population rose against the Russians and their puppets—in order to assist János Kádár, and his Russian goons, in restoring a people’s democracy of the kind which, if we were lucky, might one day be exported to Britain. How grown-up that seemed, how clairvoyant, and now how witless!
The first impressionistic sketch in this collection of essaylets is of the misery of the Palestinians in the so-called occupied territories. No mention is made of the repeated attacks on Israel by Arab forces, which led to the Israeli expansion in the first place, nor of the unceasing promises, not least by Palestinian leaders, to destroy the Jewish state and kill or rape its inhabitants. Berger “identifies,” he tells us bravely, with the victims of the Nakba—”the enforced exodus of 700,000 Palestinians” in 1948, which he terms “ethnic cleansing.”